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A Tuffle's History; featuring Universal Terror and Affiliate
Topic Started: Dec 21 2010, 04:44 AM (1,302 Views)
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As Fonos flew after Bebi, he amused himself, remembering how just barely a week ago he’d been so frustrated with the lack of movement with Project AR. He’d been down to his last nerve, he recalled. In fact, the alien remembered the exact scene where he’d first realized how very wrong the scientists were, and how close to perfection the android really was.

The swift double doors to the Galactic Intelligence Corporation’s Bioengineering Office hissed shut behind him. The man stepped casually over the tiled floor, making barely a sound as he made his way leisurely towards the elevator. Across his back was a sword strap, holding a sheath. Within that sheath was the blade his old master had once worn.

It was a shame she died, but he would make good use of the weapon. It seemed to have a great deal of untapped potential within it. Every time he held it, a wave of energy flew into him, instilling him with power he hadn’t felt since he’d worked for the great Kai himself. He smiled at the memory of the first time he held it, while subconsciously walking the familiar pathway down to the Tuffle Chamber Room.

As he reached it, he could immediately tell something was wrong. All of the lights were off, and fluid oozed from beneath the slightly ajar door. Hesitant about what he would find, the Fallen opened the door and whistled softly, looking around.

The place was completely destroyed. The screen with which vitals were managed was punched, and a hole was seen straight through to the other side, and electrical sparks went off every few seconds. In the center of the room lay a body covered in congealed blood. He got on his knees and looked closer at it to find it was the scientist leading the group of the Revival.

He studied at the body for a moment before getting back to an upright position. There were trail marks everywhere of the greenish goo that was so commonly found in rejuvenation tanks. Glass was everywhere, and holes were in the walls, possibly from the glass slamming back at all angles from the tube.

This was plausible as the tube was demolished. The top of it was intact, as the bottom, but the middle simply did not exist anymore. It was as if a force had pushed against it at all angles and made it break from the inside.

After looking at the damage for almost a minute, the alien found his voice. “Well. Seems Baby is fixed. Guess I better go find him.” And just like that, he nonchalantly walked back out of the room; on the way, he grabbed a small scouter from the table and clipped it on. Pushing the small, red button at the back of it, he activated the mechanical wonder, and searched around, guesstimating his power to be somewhere underneath 10,000 power considering degeneration from lack of use.


Eventually, he tore himself away from the image, realizing how very dreary and quiet their flight had been so far. He looked out around them for a bit, struggling to think of some way to enter casual conversation, but after a moment realized it was futile. So he jumped straight into the nitty-gritty of the talk.

“So…” Fonos looked ahead, across at the rolling hills, the small, interconnected islands, and the villages holding thousands of small Nameks, absorbing the vast, unique landscape before continuing, eyes still carefully avoiding that of Bebi’s. “What exactly is it you’d like to know first? Anything specific, or shall I start from the beginning of the story, since it seems like Guru’s hut is quite a ways away.”

The voice was slow, each syllable enunciated, with its meaning carefully guarded. He still didn’t like answering the Tuffle’s questions, but he figured that if they were going to be on the same side, which he still hoped they could be, he would need to trust. For a bounty hunter, that was a difficult concept. Thankfully, however, Fonos had been slightly more than just a Bounty Hunter during his time in this Dimension. He might could pull it off.

Barely.

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“So…” Fonos said with an odd hesitation in his voice to Bebi as the tow of the flew over the hills of planet Namek.

“What exactly is it you’d like to know first? Anything specific, or shall I start from the beginning of the story, since it seems like Guru’s hut is quite a ways away.” The Fallen then asked without ever looking to Bebi as he spoke.

The Tuffle smirked, but remained silent as he listened to the warrior. His eyes, though pupils could not be seen, were staring out of the corner and through the blue tinted glass directly at the Fallen. He examined the man with every ounce of observation. It was something he had done since their initial meeting. He couldn’t shake how this wasn’t anything that he expected to be his new creator, but at the same time, their was a strange feeling of acceptance within him. That only lead to his theory on him possibly being tampered with in his loss time of memory. A theory that was boiling with in the circuits that were held beneath his blue skin.

If anything was done…

Bebi couldn’t imagine the consequences of such a thing. It would have been an absolute outrage for any living, or non-living soul, to corrupt him. That was saying a lot considering the things he had done. Bebi’s list of things he could do for the mere joy of it was long and twisted. Actually making it a goal to punish one for an attempt against him could know no limits. The enjoyment he had received from conflicts before was rumored to share no common ground with any sort of limitation.

I would actually like to know how you found me, Fonos…” Bebi said with a monotone voice.

The Tuffle did not hide his glare on the Fallen when he asked the question this time. His head turned and he faced directly into the eyes of Fonos. A feeling was coming over him and it was quite unknown to him. He could not remember the reason exactly for his disappearance, but then again he had not taken the time to actually bring it back up. So much was lost. It was not gone form him, but it was lost, or misplaced, somewhere else within him.

Do I even want to be back?

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I would actually like to know how you found me, Fonos…

The statement threw him. Literally, he faltered in the air for a moment, before picking himself back up again. The alien wet his lips slightly, trying to figure out how to address this. Perhaps he should lie… no. No, he’d be straightforward. Fonos decided that he needed to stop contradicting himself in thought form. Perhaps it was the first sign of insanity: arguing with yourself.

But then again, he was insane. Of course he was.

“Honestly?” He paused slightly, before turning to look into his blue irises. “I didn’t. Someone gave you to me. He was promptly killed after he spilled his secrets to us.” The voice was cold and blank. Harsh, even. It was like he wanted to defend himself, but knew he had no need to.

“He came to me, while I was on Frieza; I was scoping around, scouting out potential members for an elite group of changelings I’d been a leader in, not that it’s important or anything.” Suddenly, the scene changed, and Fonos found himself back there on Frieza; he was in a small room, with very few things inside it: Fonos himself, of course, there was a small, green man with a constantly dripping nose and teary eye, a small, microchip-looking object, and a single chair, which the blubbering specimen was sitting in.

“Tell me how you found it exactly. Leave out no details. Remember; this corporation has an extreme, extensive reach; we can make sure you never existed if you don’t talk enough.”

“There’s no need for all that,” the man hastily stuttered out. “Fonos, surely you don’t mean that… best friends… since-”

“I don’t need any more of your babbling,” he cut in. “Just explain yourself.”

“Of course. Well, I’d been following a report from a very reliable source that led me to Planet Juno. Apparently, there was a great temple for the Cosmic Empire there. Upon arriving, it turned out it was merely one for the Lost instead. I was disappointed, and naturally had my informer relayed of… my displeasure… but I figured that there might have still been something of worth within it…”

“And you found this,” he gestured to the small mechanical object lying in his hand, “whilst inside the temple?”

“Well, that isn’t exactly as smooth as all that, but yes, I did have to enter the temple to find it. And after close analysis within the Universal Technology’s laboratory systems, I did find that it was positive. It was a bio-organism, but one unlike any we’d ever encountered before. The readings showed us everything we were looking for and had been hoping for, but never expected to find.”

“In your hands, lay the remains of the last Emperor of the Cosmic Empire, Bebi.”

Fonos stared at the small object in his hand with a strange glint in his eye. “I will need to know everything about this temple. It will need to be searched, emptied of all potential evidence, and destroyed.”

A burly man suddenly walked in, wearing a dark shirt and tight-fitting jeans. “Oron,” Fonos casually murmured, “escort our friend here to his new facilities.” As the man was forcibly picked up, he suddenly started bawling and screaming, begging that he would tell more as soon as possible.

Fonos gave him an odd look. “Of course you will. And I am extremely pleased that you survived this surely grueling ordeal. But, do, tell me, before you leave. Do you know who placed him in the Temple?”

There was a long pause; Oron looked from person to person dumbly, unsure as to whether he should leave or not; eventually, he decided to open the door and stand at it like an usher. “…yes… I do.” The voice was quiet, haunted, and disturbed. It was eerie, the change that had come over him. Moments ago he had been crying, screaming, hurting his own self in an attempt to save his own life; now, it looked as though all emotion had been bled out of him, literally. His face had somehow lost all of its grass-hued life and now appeared a vague peach shade.

“What was his name?”

The Questioned looked up at the Fallen, with the same unfamiliar look upon his face, before slowly raising his hand and attempting to choke himself.


The image swirled in his head; Fonos didn’t look at Bebi, because he knew the Tuffle would be questioning why he never finished the story, but the person who had placed Bebi into the temple was not a name he figured he should bandy about. “Later that day, after the guards had calmed him down, I went to see him again, to get the rest of the information.”

“Which room is he in?”

“Just to the right of here, sir. We’ll be upon him in a minute.” This time it was Ria, his leading technological staffer. “And… here we are.” She stopped in front of a small 12 by 12 room, with no windows, soft walls, and a single door in and out. They opened it slowly and walked in.

“Oh… hello all.” He seemed a little unnerved, but other than that much more stable. Satisfied for the moment, Fonos sat on the plush floor. “I assume you want to hear the rest of the story now?”

“If you have the time for it, yes.”

“Well, I mean the temple itself wasn’t that big. I walked in and immediately saw Bebi. Of course, I didn’t know that then.” He gave a sad smile and continued, “well, the first thing I noticed were the walls. Covered all over in pictures of a number of figures I’d never seen before. I walked in, looking around in a vaguely interested way, ya know?

“But see, I walked farther in, and suddenly the doors shut. Everything got brighter, from some light I couldn’t decipher, and all the posters on the wall shifted, showing other images. Images of people from the Empire. Dark figures, ones of immense power. The largest ones were the Emperors, naturally, big and imposing, they were. But what immediately tore my eyes from the walls was the voice that seemed to speak from everywhere.

“It seemed to call into my very soul, crying, ‘YOU THERE. HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THE SACRED TEMPLE OF THE FINAL EMPEROR OF THE GALAXY. HIS RESTING PLACE CANNOT BE BESMIRCHED BY SUCH COMMON BLOOD AS YOURS. STATE YOUR BUSINESS. IF IT IS HONOURABLE, I SHALL LET YOU PASS UNHINDERED. IF NOT, YOU WILL BE DOOMED. TO AN ETERNAL DEATH BY MY HAND.’”

“I stood there for a while, not really sure what to say, but eventually, I just went for the truth. I shouted, ‘I came looking for the Lost Emperor, Bebi, to return him to his rightful glory.’ And then there was a pause, almost like the voice was contemplating my words. But then, everything got dark. And then, that’s when they came out.”

Suddenly, the man winced, and clutched a small scar running along his cheek, before another one along his jawbone, followed by scrabbling at his left wrist. As he watched, the gashes reopened, simply by the man’s thoughts of them, leaving him bleeding, lost in a world of hurt that had already occurred, and probably would again if the thoughts were ever brought up again. Stunned, Fonos got up promptly and walked away.


He paused, before turning to Bebi. “We eventually figured out what was wrong with him. The temple had somehow messed with his mind, replaying the same horrors he’d witnessed within it, in a completely physical manner. We forced him to show us everything through his own reactions to it, and what retellings he could manage through the screams. I then let him have freedom from the terrible emotions he’d taken with him. I left him alone in a room for twenty minutes. I came back and disposed of his body later.”

There was silence for a moment, while Fonos let the Tuffle think quietly. He himself was now wallowing in his own grief; Ria and Oron hadn’t died too long ago, in a small operation that had taken place on Frieza itself, ironically.

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Bebi was listening to everything the Fallen had been telling him. His mind tried to trace back to Juno, but nothing could be brought back. He didn’t even think he had ever visited the worthless planet at an moment through his life. His thoughts were scrambled as he lingered on the different parts that intruded his mind, though. Through all of the chaos that his thinking and memories were creating, however, on part was coming through clearly. It’s single dominant presence was blanketing everything else that passed through. It was a detail in the Fallens story about the man who found him.

What was his name?

Though there was more surrounding the event, those were the only words that could actually be seen in his thoughts. The oddity of a temple and him being there was something he could not understand. Who would have placed him there? Why was he even in that state? Everything was swirling around that one statement. The mystery figure that was now being held as the single most important figure within the Tuffle’s own mind.

I was alone…at the end…Who were you?

Bebi’s mind tried to go back to what had happened before everything else ended. His mind struggled for a moment as files after files were being searched through. All the information being played across his internal HUD. Based only on key words that flashed through the memories he had, he pulled as many off to the side that he could. At that one moment, they began to play in sequence as he searched for anything.

Heavy boots stepped across the floor of the ship. The white haired android walked slowly through the vessel towards his room. As he walked, one hand fondled his right hand glove, loosening it. Afterwards, his other hand did the same with the opposite. Both had been released and fell to the floor a few feet from one another as the android continued his pace towards the door. Before ever reaching his destination, however, he came to a stop when the clambering of another pair of feet came from behind him.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this!” A typically soft voice said with a roar.


Bebi thought about the voice for a moment. He couldn’t keep a straight train of thought as he remembered the distinct sound of it. No matter who was ever out there amongst the endless void of the universe, there would never be another voice to cause the headstrong android to come to a stop. It was never a complete stop, but it was enough to become noteworthy from anyone who had ever seen it happen. The voice belonged to that of only, Bra.

Shut up, tits. I don’t have time to listen to you complain over nothing…” Bebi muttered as he kept his back facing the girl.

“Complain? It’s not like I’m crying or anything fool! This is just pointless, though!” Bra said with that same voice.

Bebi didn’t know what exactly would happen, but he knew exactly what point was going to get across. He had led a life of something fierce, and it wasn’t a life left alone. The battle had been a victory, but at what cost? The Cosmic Empire was now a threat that covered the known galaxies. Through his actions and orders, he had sent the Cosmic Empire into a multiple list of wars amongst kingdoms now. There would be no sanctuary for him and his comrades. Something had to be done.

“Look…” Bra said with a sudden change in her voice, a softer change.

“I get it…you care…but, Bebi…” Bra said.


The sound of his name being spoken snapped him from his process. It was only because he was rarely ever called that. Only a few actual people, the closest of people, had actually ever referred to him by his actual name. The blue haired girl that had befriended him, a monster, had avoided his actual name on multiple occasions, for reasons unknown. When it was said, though, when it was actually put into speech by her, it was a welcomed rarity.

“You can’t say you don’t. I know you better than that. Keep that big, stupid shell up all you want. Giving yourself up to Avalon, though? That’s not like you!” Bra said with a beginning that was soft, but an ending that was sharp and piercing.

At moments like that, the android honestly hated ever meeting the girl. It was a friendship that was hazardous to him. He did care, but he was also putting up his shell. The idea of actually caring for something else was growing annoying to him as he lingered on his plans of actually turning himself in to face the council of Avalon. It was needed, though. They were at harm, and would continue to be at harm, even after this, but at least they would have one less monkey on their back.

Bra was something that had always struck Bebi with a massive amount of intrigue. He remembered when he had first really started to know the girl, there on planet Earth. It was him and another android that had stumbled upon her. Details of most of it was foggy at the moment, but he did remember it having everything to do with the Red Ribbon Army. Why couldn’t he remember, though? Who was the other android? Why the Red Ribbon Army?

It’s done, Bra…There is nothing else you can say…” Bebi mumbled as he walked through the entrance to his room letting the closing of the door end the conversation for both of them.

Bebi opened his eyes. He had no clue that they had been closed or for how long. He had completely lost himself in his thoughts as he flew there beside Fonos over planet Namek. An odd feeling still consumed him from the inside out as he was still shaking the freshly returned memory of his old friend. That was really all he could refer to her as at the moment; friend.

Was it her? What had happened to me? Did I actually turn myself in to the council on Avalon for the safety of the rest?

This is getting annoying now…” Bebi said with a sharp tone as he sat in a set amongst the hull of the Carpe Ominous.

“Quit worrying about it, man. If they don’t want to talk, then I don’t want to talk…” The tall white haired android said with a heavy southern accent.

Bebi took a sip form the bottle that he held loosely within his fingers. He snarled at how the much larger android was smiling at the enjoyment of watching Bebi get aggravated. The Tuffle had every reason to, however, in his own mind. There was too much climaxing and he had something to share with the council of Avalon. He tried to be somewhat respectful by going through the correct channels and asking for a conversation with them, but he quickly realized why he didn’t do things the way everyone else was expected to.

Fuck it…get me through to them!” Bebi roared with a twisted smile towards the other android, whose smile had grown even larger at the outburst.

The old Red Ribbon Mercenary flipped up a few switches and pressed a few buttons. His smile was still apparent, but after some annoyances of his own from the blocked channels on Avalon, it just wasn’t quite as noticeable anymore. His blue eyes were narrowed as the anger was building up within him. That was a sign that was never good coming from a creature that was as powerful as him.

“There!” The android said with the return of his smile.

Bebi looked up shocked. Any android was smart with technology, especially the Red Ribbon soldiers. His friend, his closest friend, however, was nothing like any of the others he had encountered before. He didn’t have that smooth voice, the flawless face, or robotic actions. This android was almost human in every way. The thick southern draw that he spoke with proved the point even more, as well. It was always a party whenever he was involved with the Tuffle. Out of excitement, the Tuffle flipped the bottle cap from the beer he held into the air and caught it with a grin.

“What is this madness?” One of the voices said, coming over the holographic communicator.

"I have my methods…” Bebi said with a smile.

"I left a few messages with your staff, but no one seemed interested in letting me talk to you. I took the liberty myself to arrange the proper channels." Bebi then spoke calmly as he leaned forward in his chair to get a closer look at the images projected on the screen.

"Who are you?" The same man that spoke earlier asked.

"Bebi…" The Tuffle said after taking a swig form his beer while hearing some commotion in the back ground.

"Anyway, I too have a proposition for you Supreme Councilor. Currently, I am leading a mercenary organization dedicated to defending the Yaidratian people. The fleet I have gathered is more than enough to quell any first waves of attacks the Saiyans can throw at Yaidrat. I will take this burden of course, of fighting the good fight. In turn, Avalon can come in afterward and set up defenses to keep the Saiyans at bay." Bebi said.


The Tuffle spoke truth to almost the fullest extent. He shared no attarction with the barbaric race. It was something that had been bred into him since his creation. He was mostly Tuffle, meaning that the leading strand of DNA that made up his body, the part that carried with in his personality, was that of the old Tuffle king. It was he who ruled over planet Plant before the Saiyans had come to destroyed his people. Then, he was a caring lord who sought peace through science. That belief was stripped from him violently as he watched his people mercilessly were murdered before his very eyes. That was before finally, he was also killed by that filthy race.

"I do not understand? Why would you, Bebi, a criminal do such an honorable thing?" The same man spoke with a shocking expression covering his face.

"And…in payment for your support and aide of the Yaidrat people, Supreme Councilor…I will turn myself in to your authorities and hope that I would be given a fair trial." Bebi said with not the slightest of grin across his face as he ignored the previous question.

It was shortly afterward, Bebi had ended the conversation as he left everyone in that room that day in complete dismay in the words he had said. His response to it all was just leaning back and sliding his hips forward to slump in his chair. He closed his eyes and a soft smile creased his face. Before opening them again, to look at the android, who stared in disbelief, he took the last drink from his bottle with a sigh.


Him…who was he? I know him. He was…What did I do? Was that how it ended?

Bebi shook his head as the thoughts continued to race through his mind. Everything was so scattered. He couldn’t go by date. There was no order in everything that was left within him. All he could rely on was the keyword. That one single keyword was all he had. From that word alone, he had ran across the memory of two incidents and two people. Why were they in there? Did this keyword actually fit them? Could they be the ones to have saved Bebi? Where were they now, if they had preserved him?

Keyword: Friend

The keyword just flashed there for a moment as he thought. He stared at the program label for awhile internally. He couldn’t shake the last word. It had only made sense, however. A friend would have been the only one to actually have managed to preserve him. That didn’t shake a missing link from his thoughts, however. He remembered being alone,. There was no one there with him or for him at the end. They had all left. Why?

Keyword: Cancelled.

I think…before we go any farther with my question…You should answer one of mine. Who are you?” Bebi said as he came to s slow stop in flight through the sky.

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“I think…before we go any farther with my question…You should answer one of mine. Who are you?”

Who am I…?

“That’s a fairly deep question you want asked there.” Fonos stopped a couple feet in front of the Tuffle, and spun around slowly to face him, eyes distant. “I want to give you a simple answer and tell you that my name is Fonos, I’m a bounty hunter, and I’ve been contracted out by a changeling by the name of Tehran’he to serve under her in her own personal army, of sorts.” He paused.

“But that would be a cop out.” Fonos snorted lightly. “I guess I’m kind of like you, in that this isn’t the first time I’ve lived. But that isn’t to say I’ve been to the Next Dimension and back. No… I got kicked out a long time ago. Death for me is useless, because I come back later. It’s a reincarnation of sorts, so I prefer to stay alive as long as possible. I utterly hate being a toddler with an adult mind.” Fonos shuddered.

“But I digress. You wanted an explanation, so I’ll give a brief one. You don’t need to know all that much, not that it’s some big huge secret. I don’t give a fuck anymore; it’s been too long, and I’m too old.” Fonos’ voice cut into crisp air, becoming thinner as the wind suddenly picked up; it sounded almost melodic in the suddenly roaring skies: warm, enchanting, enticing.

“Well, it all started about… well, it was a long, long time ago. I don’t know exactly how long, but certainly quite a few millennia. Anyway, I was part of a race of being bred in the Next Dimension. We were Grand Kai’s soldiers; we helped him with problems, handled demon uprisings in Hell, and trained the finest soldiers that had ever been born. Everything lasted fine for a long time. I quickly rose in the ranks, a bright, young man with promise.

“Eventually, I became Grand Kai’s right-hand man; he consulted me about every decision made, and on any problem within Heaven where Grand Kai was unable to show, he put me forth instead to take his place. Eventually, I became engaged to a beautiful, intelligent woman: Chira. Everything a man could want, I had it: money, fame, a beautiful woman, power… and wings. I had wings, too. Everybody loves wings.

“But, as all things do, this eventually came to an end for me. One of my long-standing subordinates, Lucifer, got information from overhearing Grand Kai in a conversation with the other Kai’s during their Gathering. From it, he deciphered that we indeed had been bred; previously, all of us had thought we were just a race that had been handpicked by Grand Kai to help him. But we found out that we had been created just for this purpose.

“He took this to greater levels, calling it slavery. He challenged Grand Kai and everything the old man stood for, claiming that he would win back his own freedom by any means necessary. Little did he know that we’d always had the freedom to leave if we wanted to. So the Great War began and sides were picked. Mesmerized by his powerful, charismatic words, I followed. I was not the only one. Nearly half of our own people, whose name has been long since forgotten, fell under his mighty banner.

“With their greatest commander and their greatest speaker, it seemed for a while that we were destined to defeat Grand Kai and dethrone him utterly, taking back our lives. But he eventually entered the fight. No one could stand to him save I, and so we battled alone, on a great stretch of the Snake Way; its width had been increased simply for that purpose.

“The battle lasted several minutes, with neither of us seeming to gain the upper hand. But finally, I found a break in his guard and struck out, aiming directly for the wrist of his sword hand. Suddenly, Grand Kai unleashed a wave of power unlike any I had ever known before; I flew back miles, slamming hard onto the cement ground. Within instants, the great fighter was upon me, his sword at my throat.

“I admitted defeat honorably then, and begged to be taken back in. But after the battle, all he could seem to say was,
“Nobody has ever survived that long in combat against me before.” It was an odd thing to say under the circumstances, but I let it slide, and continued begging to be taken in by him once more, rather than taste my own blood.

“He eventually told me the truth: that after challenging him, I would be banished. All of those who’d fought against him would be; he’d charged them all to an eternal stay in Hell, and organized Lucifer to be the new Head of Department: as a cruel joke I imagine. But for myself, he saved a much worse fate. I was banished from that Dimension altogether, and forced to live in this one indefinitely. He changed my white feathers to pure black, and told me I would not return back into his domain until they were once more as white as a dove’s down.


“And so whenever I die, Yamma forces me back out, and I am reborn, each time on a different planet. My wings have faded over time, but I have long since given up on returning there. I like this universe much better. My only regret would be that I can never see Chira again.”
Fonos took a long breath. That had been the short version of his tale. He remembered every detail clearly, and could have told it all. But he didn’t want to sound too long winded.

“Have I satisfied you?” For some reason, he was suddenly angry, and didn’t care all that much as to if the Tuffle found his story enough, or even if he believed it. The fact he’d had to tell it at all unnerved him to no end.

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Bebi listened to the story about the Next Dimension. It didn’t quite catch his attention. The other dimension was something that he didn’t quite ever want to be involved and never had been. That was an odd thing to say, however. He can honestly say that he has died, but, only once. That was when he was purely a Tuffle, though, and for some reason, he couldn’t remember anything of the other dimension. That was when the curiosity of it all started to consume his thoughts once more…

“Lord! We must hurry!” An elderly Tuffle said with an anxious voice.

The man that had yelled out to…Bebi….was a scientist, like most on planet Plant. The whole race was submerged with the fascination of science and technology. Their interest in it, however, was the reason that they had progressed farther than any other race with their inventions, theories, and more. Not only those many years back, but even in present time, their technologies were still being used, even though the Tuffle was long extinct and gone.

Where are we going Professor?” The Tuffle King, Bebi, asked as he followed the scientist down a long swirling set of stairs.

The building that they were both rushing through then started to rumble as explosions could be heard outside. The war had gotten worst, and the worst wasn’t only expected, but was happening. The Saiyans had rushed the Tuffles with their barbaric ways. Though their technologies were great, the Tuffles were peaceful and strived for that goal. They were not war machines like the invaders they faced now. They stood no chance against the Saiyans, who were now tearing through the last of the Tuffle race.

“We must live on, sir…You must escape…” The scientist said darkly as he helped the Tuffle King stabilize from the thundering tremors.

What? I don’t understand…” The Tuffle King asked with a confused tone.

Before anything else could be told to the Tuffle King, the two men had been confronted by Saiyans. The scientist had gotten away, but the Tuffle King remained to fight an already lost battle. In that he was slain, but nothing more. He was merely cut down just like any other soldier that day. There was no celebration in murdering a king. It was completely unknown to the Saiyans that the man they killed was even such a figure. Everything had went black then.


So then….that brings me to this question…” Bebi started in with a mutter.

Why did you actually come looking for me then? You have no affiliation with anything that is me.” Bebi said sharply.

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“So then….that brings me to this question…” There was a slight moment of silence, before the harsh, nasally voice of the Tuffle cut into the air, once more easily carrying through the windy air: “Why did you actually come looking for me then? You have no affiliation with anything that is me.”

“Oh, but on the contrary… I did.” Fonos smirked slightly. “Universal Terror was far too eager to find you, I’d say; they used any and every able body possible. That included me. Universal Technologies had me spearheading research on you; when you were found, I alone took you to Earth, made sure the Temple you were found in was cleared, sweeped, and obliterated, and made sure you were in the proper hands for your own Revival.”

He then hesitated. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret, for two reasons. One, there’s nobody here to do anything for me saying it, and Two, I don’t think you really care one way or the other anyway. But basically, my first plan hadn’t been to turn you into UT at all, but rather work together with you.”

He waited a moment, cocking his head to the side. “You needed someone stronger than you and someone dependable; I needed someone with your tactical prowess and intelligence. The scientists merely wanted you to become a tool. Your memory was corrupted without my consent, by the way. They destroyed it in the hopes that you would forget who you were and what had happened to you, to let you fight for the cause of Terror.”

“That, among other things, led me to move you instead to Galactic Intelligence. Within weeks of moving you there, we stand here today, perfectly well and on even footing with one another. It may have been partially due to my own impatience and certain… willingness to let slackers go. But at any rate, the question still stands: did I make the right choice? Should I have given you your freedom? Will I need to take it back from you?”



There was a long pause, before a curt voice cut into the dim silence saying, “That’s quite enough. If you can’t revive the Tuffle, then I can always find someone else to handle it. You have three days.”

There was another long pause, before once more, the cold, hard voice entered the dim, shadowy air: “I don’t care how long you think it will take for you to revive him. You have three days. If I don’t see sufficient progress by then, your contract will be terminated. I trust you remember the terms of our agreement?”

There was a much shorter pause, and the man replied with a simple, “Good,” and there was a small chirp as the communication was disconnected. “Fucking idiots,” he muttered, before stepping out of the shadows. On Planet Earth, his first appearance would incite a bit of nervousness if not outright revolt and attack, thinking him the very demon of their nightmares, returning once more to torment the Sinners of the Planet: Lucifer, better known as Satan.

But no, this man was not that man; this alien that now headed for a metallic entryway may have bore some resemblance to the ancient Angel, but was unrelated as far as he knew, from these stories. This was Fonos, an intergalactic mercenary that at once served under multiple organizations at war with one another, reaping the gains from in between. He shuffled his jacket off, muttering curses about the idiocy of genius, and showed off the reason he was assumed to be Lucifer come again: two great, feathery wings of an ashen quality rose up, about twelve feet in diameter.

Fonos gave a loud sigh of appreciation and stopped for a moment, letting his abused wings get some well-earned air; they flapped slightly, opening up his secondary’s and letting a bit of down float around the room haphazardly, not that he cared; he’d just pay someone to clean it up for him.

The Fallen, as he’d grown oddly used to being called, bided his time. He knew something would happen soon. He’d watched the specimen himself and was shocked at the well-preserved condition Galactic Intelligence Corp had kept it in. Not quite as good as Universal Technologies which he had, until recently, used as a holding ground for the Tuffle, but good enough that progress was almost bound to occur.

But the nervousness of this made him wonder: what sort of knowledge did this… thing… have to offer? He had heard rumors of a being such as this one. It had been tied in with select few other beings, all of immense power and skill, and most of which scattered across the stars, ignored by the general public for a long time.

Even still, this child, this Bebi, as the rumors said his name was, did not have nearly the kind of strength of them. In fact, Fonos himself rivaled it at the height of its reign. So how had it managed to defeat foes of such innumerable strength? Surely with the brute force of his buddies, but he wasn’t a servant by far; he was as well known, or perhaps even more so, than that of Android Thirteen, Goten, or King Cold.

These thoughts consumed his waking moments; was he a master of strategy? Was he actually stronger than the others and merely never showed it except when he killed? Did he have the power to absorb others, like the bio android, Cell? A muscle worked in the Fallen’s jaw. The date had been set. In three days, he would know everything about Bebi or else all would pay the price. He was growing sick of waiting. He would kill all in this “scientific community” if results didn’t soon appear.

“Some days, you’d think scientists were the ones who didn’t know things.” An almost philosophical sigh, and a grin at the irony of his statement. “But then again, not everyone’s had the luck to serve under him for…” a pause. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again and spoke, in a soft, intimate voice. “Well, damn. Maybe I should consider working for him again, if only out of habit.”

He opened the door to his apartment, and stepped out into the blinding light of the Sun, and kicked off right there, letting himself soar high into the skies; he said one last thing, but at the speed he was going, nobody could really make out what had been uttered. It wasn’t important, at any rate.


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The two suns that hung high in the Namekian sky breathed down on the planet, providing a constant, almost smothering heat. Luckily, or maybe even by design, there was special places where one could escape the heat. One such place of design was the Namekian father; Guru's, house. Inside the medium sized hut it always felt much cooler, strangely enough. Perhaps the old Namekian made it so.

"Huh...I wonder what everybody is up to..." She muttered to herself, while lost in quiet thought. It had been too long since Bra had heard from many people...friends, and even her family! Were they even alive anymore, she pondered?

The thought almost made her heart leap up her throat. Bad thoughts! How could she even consider the possibility of her friends and family being dead? But then again...maybe they thought her dead! After all, she did get mixed up with some serious stuff not all too long ago. But even so, there was a time before that!

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"Oh Daaaaddy! Where are you!?" Came a lighter voice, from a younger teen version of the half-Saiyan. A flash of teal hair peaked into the Capsule Corp training room. As expected, Bra found her father there doing push ups.

"759...760...761" Vegeta muttered each time he rose. Beats of sweat rolled off the Saiyan Prince, hitting the floor with a barely audible splash.

"Daddy! Mom told me to come see you about borrowing the car. So, can I?" Bra boldly asked.

"Bra...you're a Saiyan. Learn to fly already!" Vegeta said in between each push-up.

"Ugh! Do you realize how disgusting that would be? I'd have to start training, which means my body would lose it's figure, and how am I EVER supposed to get a date looking like....like you!? Do you really want that for me?" Bra asked, over-exaggerating certain parts of her speech. The half-Saiyan raised her index finger and gently pressed it against her glossy lips. "Don't answer that last part." She added.

"What in the world are you talking abou-" Abruptly stopped the Prince of Saiyans. He rose from his position on the ground and looked up at his daughter, only to be struck with the heart-breaking pout she had perfected.

Bra stood there with both hands neatly held together in her lap. Teal hair swaying side to side as her lips formed a slight frown. "Oh please!" She begged.

"Argh..why does your mother do this to me? Fine! Just make sure-" Before the Prince could even finish, he was interrupted by his daughter nearly knocking the both of them over in a hug. It ended almost as swiftly as it descended.

"Thanks daddy you're the best! I gotta go now, love ya!" Bra shouted as she left the training room, leaving a very confused Vegeta behind.

"She's too much like her mother.." He said with a sigh.

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The daydream was interrupted by a foreign voice. It was the deep voice of one of Guru's guardians, attempting to catch the females attention. She simply shook her head and glanced up at the Namekian.

"Bra. Guru requests your presence immediately," Stated the green alien.

"Huh? Sounds important...kay!" She said in response. Bra boosted herself off the ground and followed the guardian to Guru's chamber. The chamber was well lit, showing off the over sized father of the race in his throne very well. All was silent until Guru acknowledged the half-Saiyan.

"Ahh, my pupil. I have a request of you. I can sense some sort of disturbance on the planet Namek, maybe you might have as well..." Said Guru. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd request you to go check on the outlaying villages to ensure their safety."

Bra simply crossed her arms and lightly tapped one finger against her chin. How curious...she did feel new arrivals on the planet not too long ago. And now that Guru was feeling the same, and deemed it to be possibly dangerous just made her even more curious.

"Of course.." Was all the female said before leaving the hut. Check on the villages, hm? That would be easy enough. The first one she would check, just so happened to be in the general direction of the people who happened to be heading her direction.

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Bebi’s lips curved across his sleek blue skin as he started to crack a smile in response to the story that was just told to him by the winged warrior. Just as before, nothing really mattered. This man had a horrible issue with rambling on and on about things that the android just cared absolutely nothing for. For instance, Universal Technologies and Galactic Intelligence. These things meant nothing to the Tuffle.

His first plans were not to turn me into Universal Terror at all? Instead…he wants to be at my side?

“…But at any rate, the question still stands: did I make the right choice? Should I have given you your freedom? Will I need to take it back from you?”

Give me my freedom? He doesn’t even possess my freedom at this moment. Who is he to even attempt at making a decision like that!

Bebi’s eyes narrowed as he lingered on the thoughts of freedom. There had been nothing to actually guide or direct a lack of freedom. Then again…there was. That was his first creator, the first Cosmic Emperor. This single being, or god, was what Bebi held an undying will to follow. He could not see the Emperor as such a title, however. That was for everyone else, who feared him because of death. No, Bebi could only view the man as a fatherly figure because that man was what breathed life into him. There was no fear from the man, himself. There was only the fear of actually letting his father down.

“Oh…I understand…That is quite greedy of you…” Bebi said as his smile returned to his face as he responded with playful words.

The Tuffle turned for a moment to face the direction that the two of them had been flying in before the android had come to stop for their short conversation on his question. He thought about turning back towards the winged warrior and slapping the piss out of the creature. That would not do at the moment, however. The looming connection with this new friend was still there. It could not be explained, but it could be reacted to. His reaction for the moment, would be nothing more than that of a master and his puppet. The key, though, would be putting on the illusion that it was Bebi that was strung up with strings tied to a plank of wood held within the hands of Fonos.

“To what measure, though? Why would you want to be put into the position of being at my side?” Bebi asked with his playful tone still resonating through his speech.

Lost in the moment, words were popping up across his HUD once more as soon as his mind started wondering on another being taking to his side once more. Memories began to start flashing through his eyes beginning with blurs to finally focus on certain events that took place. After multiple scenes ran about as cluttered messes, they simply started to slow down and then focused completely clearly. His mind then launched him into those moments.

Bebi had been looking through multiple files that that he had been keeping with in the saddle bags that were hung from the rear of his motorcycle. On the actual folders that held all the different papers pertaining to each subject was stamped the enormous Capsule Corporation emblem. Inside the folders were that of Bulma Briefs, Bra Briefs, and Prince Vegeta. All of which he had been somehow tied into by that time. Two, he had grown close to. He was actually working under Bulma Briefs for the Capsule Corporation at that time as security.

The androids quick examinations of the different family members was suddenly interrupted with a beeping noise that rang through his head as a Ki signature was detected near by. In his typical paranoia, he spun quickly to raise his arm and his fingers spread open. He aimed in towards the person that was approaching him. The light propelled from the energy that he had quickly gathered in his palm reflected on the frightened face of a lady that stood there in a Capsule Corporation uniform.

“I…I…I was just coming to see if you wanted some water, Mr. Bebi.” The woman said softly.

With a simple sigh, Bebi just raised up a flask after lowering his arm. He stared through narrowed eyes at the woman who he would later know only as Jen, a Bio-tech Engineer. He rattled the flask to swish the liquid around with just enough commotion to make a noise from the fluid bouncing around in the metallic canister. His face turned away with a grin.

“I have everything I need to drink right here, girl…” Bebi muttered after taking a sip.


Bebi’s mind then shifted more on the thoughts of other ones that had become close to him…

A black haired Saiyan fell to the ground of the jungle. His body wet from blood, sweat, and rain. His clothes were soaked with all the same. His efforts through so much had all ended with just dissipating Ki that burned out in the air from his hands, resembling the heights of a fire, and his body collapsing there at the feet of the white haired child, Bebi, who he had been battling.

“We’ll keep this one alive. We’ll put him in Universal Terror underneath King Cold. Prepare for our evacuation from this disgusting planet after you get those Dragonballs. I have grown bored with this planet. The warriors here are all cowards and spineless.” Bebi muttered to the tall redneck android known as simply 13.

Bebi lifted from the ground and began to fly away leaving his last words to the two warriors. “Grab that Saiyan. He’s ours now. We need to get him ready for what is to come…”

At that moment, Bebi had not the slightest clue that the boy who he had hunted so long, and defeated in the jungle that day, was to be one of his greatest allies. Not by strength, or any other physical power, but through loyalty. Digu, after that day, was placed amongst the bunch called Universal Terror, and from that day forward was seen at the side of Bebi through numerous conflicts. That day, Bebi had earned a friend, and the Saiyan had earned a place in Universal Terror.

Were one of these two who found me? What happened while I was gone? Why was my back turned to so many?


“We need to get going, Fonos…” Bebi said with a gloom in his tone.

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Looking ahead, Digu saw that he had been gaining on his two targets, and was now close enough to make out the wings of one, although Bebi still seemed not much more than a black dot. Shaking his head, the saiyan began to slow down, watching as the two figures in the distance rapidly faded away.

What was he thinking? He wasn’t ready to see Bebi again… not yet. No, not yet, but soon.

Sighing, Digu peeled off to the right, letting Bebi and his mysterious company disappear. “I’m not ready… but how can I get there? How will I know when I am?” he wondered out loud, landing softly on the ground.

Shaking his head again, he happened to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. “Huh?” he asked himself, turning around to find a small namekian village. Nothing about it looked out of the ordinary. Why hadn’t he noticed it sooner?

Deciding he had probably just been too lost in his own thoughts to mentally register that the village was there, the saiyan flexed his muscles. His curiosity took over, albeit forcing him to fly closer.

As he neared the encampment, Digu could see several of the green namekian natives milling about. They didn’t seem to be doing anything of importance, rather, just walking around killing time. “What a boring life,” he muttered to himself, coming to a stop directly over the village.

By now he had already been noticed by several of the villagers. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched the terror that rose between them. It a glorious, being feared. These little ants had never seen nor heard of him before, yet at the mere sight of him they cowered away, scared like kittens.

After a slow, dramatic descent, Digu landed softly in the center of the village. He noted how already the more warrior-like villagers had gathered around, clenching their fists and teeth in frustration. As he took a closer look, he couldn’t help but notice how namekians actually looked violent, and possibly frightening, when they got nervous like this.

Their pointed teeth and long, sharp finger nails made him wonder if at one point they had actually been more like the saiyans. Who knows, maybe they had even been more powerful than his own race? “Hmph… not likely,” he said, shaking his head and smirking.

Looking around at those that seemed so eager to fight him, Digu raised an apologetic hand. “Really now, what make you think I’m here to kill you?” he asked, making eye contact with one of the warriors in front of him. “If I gave off that vibe, I must say I’m sorry. I’m actually looking for something… Any chance you guys could help me?

He watched as the beseeched guardians looked at one another in confusion. Finally the one he had made eye contact with grunted and spoke. “We know your kind, saiyan,” he spat. “Never before have we come across one, or rather has one come across us, that doesn’t come looking for a fight. If that’s what you want, you’ll get it, but you’ll find we’re stronger than we look.”

Glancing once more at the determined expressions on his would-be opponent’s faces, the saiyan shook his head. “You’re right about my people, but I’m actually looking for your leader, Guru. I’d hate to have to force his location from you, but if I must…” To emphasize his point, Digu clenched his fists. A sphere of ki surrounded the both of them, glowing brightly and violently with an energy that was just screaming to get out.

Perhaps Guru can help me figure out what happened to me when Bebi disappeared…

The namekian that had spoken earlier looked at his brothers before giving a sniff and regretful nod. The others softened, if only a little. For now they wouldn’t try to fight the saiyan, at least until their leader gave the word.

Stepping forward, the apparent leader exhaled deeply. “I’ll take you to Guru if you promise you do not come here with evil intentions. If your motives are pure, follow me.”

Before Digu could give any sort of reply, the namekian turned away, taking off into the sky. Grinning, the saiyan gave a little nod to the other nameks just to mock them before blasting off after his guide.

The namekian being fairly slow, Digu caught him and came up beside him to fly parallel with little trouble. Glancing over at the more sober alien now, the saiyan sighed to get his attention. Realizing that he was being ignored, he went more a more direct attempt. “My name is Digu… what is yours?” he asked, looking down at the scenery that was so rapidly flying by.

Although he still remained silent for a few seconds, as if he was debating with himself whether he was doing the right thing, the namekian replied somberly. “My name is Ithon. I am the guardian of the village we just left. I have resided there for as long as I can remember.”

Noticing a hint of regret in Ithon’s voice, Digu picked his words carefully. “How did you end up with that job?” he asked, generally curious now.

Looking ahead in the distance, Ithon sighed. “I was chosen for the job from birth. I never had a choice. I’ve never even left the village before.”

Blinking in surprise, Digu shot a look at his guide. “If you’ve never even left your village, then how do you know where Guru is?” he asked, raising his voice perhaps a little more than he intended.

“All of my people know were the Guardian of Namek lives… it’s in our blood. Each and every namekian knows the basic geography of the planet, even those born on foreign soils that have never visited their homeland. It is simply native to us, like fighting to saiyans, or leadership to humans,” Ithon replied, his eyes scanning the horizon constantly.

Unsure of how to reply, Digu fell silent for the remainder of their flight. The quiet was only broken whenever Ithon pointed ahead. “There is Guru’s home. Come on, we’re almost there,” he said, excitement obvious in his voice. Meeting his race’s matriarch was obviously something he had longed to do for a very long time.

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Standing before Guru, Digu could only feel a deep respect, yet loathing, for the great namekian elder. There was just something about him that the saiyan both loved and hated, and he just couldn’t put his finger on quite what it was.

There is much evil in your heart, Digu,” said Guru in his long, slow tone. Even with closed eyes, he could sense everything about the saiyan. After so many long years, he must have had plenty of time to practice his telepathic abilities. “However… I also feel a light within you. A small glimmer of hope. You are not evil for the sake of being evil… your fierce loyalty, and determination to please others has brought you to commit many acts of hate.

Blinking back an urge to tell the namekian to shut up and help him, the saiyan cleared his throat. “Look, sir, I came to you hoping you would be the one that can help me. I did not come to listen to you preach to me something that hundreds of others have told me. Obviously it didn’t change anything then, and it won’t now,” he said, his tone drifting dangerously close to anger. “So are you going to help me, or are you not?

Appalled that anyone would take such a mood with Guru, Ithon stepped forward towards Digu. He was stopped whenever Guru grunted, however. “No, my son, do not fret. He seeks my assistance, and he is right, I cannot force him to change.

Wishing Guru hadn’t stopped the warrior, Digu couldn’t help but wonder what exactly Ithon was going to do to him. It amused him to think that the namekian was going to try and hit him, and if not that, something similar. Returning his mind to the problem at hand, Digu began to tell Guru what exactly it was he needed help with.

Alright old man, as I told you, I need your help. With what, you wonder? To put it simple, everything. More specifically… I once was a member of a powerful organization known as Universal Terror. UT, as it were, was dedicated to serving those of Galactic Purge, who in turn followed the Cosmic Emperor, whom was the head of the legendary Cosmic Empire,” he rattled off, stopping only to take a quick breath.

I can remember that part well enough, but other than that it’s all pretty foggy. I can only see bits and pieces, and even those are not clear. The worst part is what happened to me during the year between the Cosmic Emperor’s disappearance, up to me standing before right this second.” Blinking hard, Digu felt a swirl of emotions he could not even recognize. “Can you help me, Guru? Help me figure out who I am…” he said, his voice trailing off at the end.

For a long moment it was silent. Guru, with his eyes closed, sat there breathing in and out, the rasp as loud as his actual voice. Standing by his side, Ithon looked back and forth between Digu and his father, unsure of what to think.

Finally the silence was broken as Guru coughed. “I can help you, young one. Step forward, and let my place my hand on your head,” he said, moving his hand to the side and holding it there for Digu.

Was this really what he wanted? Life seemed to have given him a second chance… perhaps he could be a hero this time? Or maybe he could build his own empire? He could be a space pirate... a smuggler… even an average civilian. Of course this is what I want… I was born to serve the Cosmic Emperor, and now that he has returned, so must I.

Taking a few steps forward, Digu stopped beside Guru’s hand, allowing the ancient namekian leader to move it to place it on top of his head. “Good…” breathed Guru, coughing again. “Now clear your mind, Digu… allow your memories to free themselves without you forcing them out… allow me to help you…”

Something about Guru’s touch calmed the saiyan entire being. Even his ki energy, which usually burned with a fiery intensity within him, seemed to regulate, allowing him to hear his own heart beat, slow like a base drum in the distance. A whirl of emotions sped through Digu, going down the line from joy, to sorrow, to anger, to jealousy, and then finally there was nothing. All was still within his consciousness. Only Digu’s slow, regulated breaths could be heard.

Standing apart from each other inside of some unknown dojo, Digu and Bebi faced each other, meeting their counterparts gaze and holding it, neither willing to give the other any quarter.

Bebi walked out onto the mat. He had been aching for a bit of a warm up since his battle hadn't really proved to be of any sort of work out. He decided to just come here for a little bash, bu his eyes narrowed as he saw who his opponent was.

Digu turned around and stopped when he saw Bebi standing infront of him. "So, you ready for a our real fight, or you just looking for a little spar?"

"Just a spar..." Bebi said with a grin. That's when he floted from the mat slightly so that he could be at the same height as the Saiyan. "You may go first..." Bebi said with an air of arrogance in his voice.


That had been their first meeting together, spurred on by Bebi’s original contempt for Digu’s old allegiance, the Heavy Metal Kings, which was effectively destroyed by Galactic Purge. Oddly enough, it was that event alone that lead to Digu’s servitude to the Cosmic Empire.

Bebi dropped down and stared at the Saiyan alittle bit. He smirked to himself and then decided this time to let himself be known. His Ki Disruptor finally went from 0 to about 3,000 in a split second just a few feet behind Digu. "Hello..." Bebi whispered.

Digu whirled around too see none-other then the infamous Bebi behind him. "Hi there, Bebi, how about a quick one?" Digu asked. Without waiting for any form of an answer Digu launched into attack-mode and jabbing twice at Bebi's head then slamming his knee into the android's face and backing off slightly.


There second meeting. Digu took the win once again, but unknown to the hotheaded young saiyan, his android rival was gathering important information on his battle style with each lose he suffered. Soon they would meet and things would not be so quick, or easy, for Digu.

Digu stepped away from Bebi. “You’re alliance exists to destroy all other forces, whether good or evil. I seek no vengeance because my alliance leader was a weak, proud fool; the alliance was going through it’s last few weeks anyways, you only sped up the process. By no means did I allow you to catch me, I was seeking you, so it would appear we caught each other, no?” Digu said quaintly before diving at Bebi again.

Five punches followed by a swift elbow to the jaw put Digu’s point across. Digu followed up with another six punches before backing off again.

“You see, Bebi? You and I are a lot alike in the fact that neither of us will give up. We are also both a step ahead of our peers, whereas that other android,” Digu glanced at 14’s remains. “Wasn’t…up to par. One major difference separates us, Bebi. You don’t feel pain, and I thrive off of it,” Digu said in a strong, unwavering voice.

The rain suddenly picked back up, pouring as hard as ever. Digu glanced at the sky. “Perfect conditions, no?”

“We are not the same…” Bebi said.

“You are right about the Heavy Metal Kings…They were weak. I am not. They failed and I succeeded…almost. You are still alive and you are the remaining member to that failed happening. You wish to compare us? Ha! You need to get your facts straight. We don’t just go around destroying anything and anybody…” Bebi said taking some of the punches to his body.

“We are simply just the tools to purify the galaxy into making it perfect. That’s what the Cosmic Emperor was trying to do and he failed. He simply just left us all here, to fend for ourselves against, the sins that he committed and the sins that we committed. I call them sins because the inferior general population of this universe views them as such. They are blind, however, to call our blessings sins. They will see the folly of their ways soon enough. Just as you will see the mistakes in the path that you have chosen up until this point…” Bebi said before being cut short by another barrage of punches.

“…You will soon see that your old leader, Gokua, has left you damned…” Bebi muttered before throwing a set of his own attacks.

The rain picked up even harder and as the two punched violently the water from their bodies would disperse. For those quick few moments they were dry from anything that happened around them. That was a feat that was only rumored that gods could do. They were actually stopping the rain with the force behind their attacks for a few seconds.

“Join me? Prove yourself first!! I have no room for idiots and I have no time for the weak, blind, and dumb!!” Bebi screamed throwing a few more punches.


The real battle finally came… and yet Digu felt a new admiration for Bebi and Galactic Purge. When he realized they weren’t simply fiends looking to destroy everything in sight, he felt a need to join them, to be part of the greatness that was the Cosmic Empire. Although that fight turned out much larger than anticipated, Digu managed to get his first glimpse of Galactic Purge at work whenever an enemy of Bebi’s named Emim joined the fight, only to be turned on by Digu, Bebi, and Android 13, who arrived just in time to protect his emperor.

The fight ultimately ended with Digu’s defeat at Bebi’s hands, but it was his courage and strength that, from that day forward, earned him a spot in Universal Terror, as well as the Cosmic Empire. It was that day that marked a new future, and a new beginning for him.

Digu walked forward slowly. Pieces of rubble crunched under his boots. The saiyan stopped infront of the defeated Keith Richards. "You have been tried in the name of Galactic Purge. You have presented your testimony. The jury has made a decision. Keith Richards, you have been deemed guilty of all charges. The sentence is death."

Digu reached forward and gripped his fallen opponent's throat with his hand and squeezed. He kept a constant amount of pressure until he felt the body under him go limp. He nodded to Lukaen and Fireback and the underlings let go of Keith's arms.

Digu threw the defeated man's body high into the air and let loose a barrage of energy blasts. Each impact kept the body aloft for another split second. When Digu stopped his attack nothing was left of Keith's body.

"And so the first strike between Galactic Purge and Final Judgment has been made. One for Galactic Purge, zero for Final Judgment."


Digu’s first battle in the name of the Cosmic Empire, a battle which sparked a war between Galactic Purge and a rival alliance known as Final Judgment. After this battle, Digu earned Bebi’s undying trust, and he solidified his place in the ranks of the Cosmic Empire.

A flood of other memories ran through Digu’s mind’s eye, showing him how he went on to kill Sanara, the last of the Youko’s as well as another member of Final Judgement. The newly discovered memories even went on to show him how he began his search for the seven mystical Earth dragonballs, which he now understood had a twin set here on Namek.

As the memories continued to come, he saw his death at the hands of Android 13, a former friend and ally that had defected from Galactic Purge in the pursuit of his own goals. His adventures through the afterlife, where he learned so many powerful skills with which to serve the Cosmic Emperor, flew by.

Memories of his attempts to tame the changeling known as Tehran’he came up. Digu thought it odd how, in the beginning, he thought of the beast as nothing more than that, an animal which he could set loose on his enemies, yet later came to think of her as a friend. At the end, the saiyan considered Tehran’he his most trusted ally, and he knew he would fight to the death to protect her.

Briefly there were memories of Android 19, whom Digu allied himself with for a short period before that dark oblivion which signified his disappearance and disconnection with all those he once knew.

Finally, after what felt like hours of fleeting glimpses of his old life, which he sought after so determinedly now, it all came to an end. At least, for the most part. Now things slowed down. This was the part he had zero recollection of… the dark area between his journey to Vegeta.

Now things would get interesting… Although his eyes were closed, Digu watched, and waited, focusing so that he could recall every detail about this part of his past that there was. Now he would know the truth that had brought him to Planet Namek, and had left him so much weaker than he once was…

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“Oh…I understand…That is quite greedy of you…”

Fonos paused for a moment at his tone. It was light and carefree, but the way he said it clearly meant that he felt some sort of rage at the alien’s statement. The Tuffle broke eye contact and looked off into the distance where Guru’s hut was. After a moment, in a thoughtful tone, he mumbled, “To what measure, though? Why would you want to be put into the position of being at my side?”

He started to speak for a moment, before closing his mouth. Why did he? The way Bebi said it made the alien feel quiet stupid for even considering that a smart idea. But he’d had a reason, if only he could think of it. “We need to get going, Fonos…” He nodded tersely and started flying off towards the hut, keeping pace with the Tuffle as they neared the great Master of Namek.

After a minute, his voice finally returned to him. “Why wouldn’t I?” he asked in return, sticking to the simple responses. “I don’t see any negative side to this on my side. Especially with the self destruct chip I had installed within you.” He waited a moment for that to sink in and continued, “Of course, I can’t activate it anyway; only you can.” He stopped talking then.

There seemed no point to him saying that, but Fonos had survived as a Bounty Hunter through fast talking and elliptical phrases. He knew that Bebi wouldn’t believe him; the Tuffle would always consider the possibility of Fonos being able to destroy him, not that he could. By the time he’d realize that it wasn’t a bluff at all but honesty, Bebi would probably be on Fonos’ side, whether that left him in charge, or behind the Tuffle, or even with them sharing authority.

But while he was considering the relative pros and cons of letting that slip, he saw a figure rushing towards them. It was, from what he could tell, a human girl; she had straight, teal hair that flowed to about her shoulders, and the build of a teenager; he couldn’t tell anything else from so far away, but it was still an odd sight on this world of the Namekians. She had a look on her face that said she was busy with important things, and was clearly confused at the sight of them. Fonos slowed to a stop, and motioned for Bebi to do the same.

He quietly waited, and slowly powered up to his full power; he was still a bit paranoid, considering how his life had been the past few weeks, but didn’t want to open hostilities if they weren’t necessary, so he guardedly called out, “Hello there. What are you doing out here?”

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“He has arrived, m’lord.”

Looking his subject up and down, King Vegeta nodded and turned away. “Send him in,” he said, walking over to a window and looking out across his kingdom. Off too the left he could see an assortment of ships, always coming in and out on a daily basis. They carried shipments of everything from food to weapons to slaves. Most came from the outer rim planets of the kingdom, but still others were smugglers ships, brave and greedy pirates alike that ventured behind enemy lines on a regular basis to steal supplies to sell to the saiyans, albeit for a price.

Turning his attention to the right, Vegeta saw the larger portion of the city. It was composed mostly of hundreds of barracks, with training grounds, drill pads, and other such things strewn between them. There were larger and more advanced barracks that housed his more elite warriors, while the smaller, older, and far more rundown barracks were home to his 3rd and 2nd class warriors.

It was a system he had built from the ground up, and no one could deny that every square yard – every inch – belonged to him, or that every saiyan under his banner would give their life for him in a second. It was true, sometimes his fierce pride led him to make bad decisions, but so far most everything he did was in the hopes of bettering the saiyan lifestyle. If he could go back, perhaps the only thing he would change is the war with the changelings. It had, ever since the beginning, been a costly endeavor, and had never been very strategically helpful to the kingdom, even if the saiyan came off better in the end.

Interrupting his thoughts of grandeur, the doors to the throne room swung open hard, hitting the walls behind them to sent a loud bang reverberating through the entire structure. It was a wonder they didn’t split, being only wood as it was.

Whirling around to see what was going on, King Vegeta found himself staring into the cold hard eyes of the very saiyan he had been trying so hard to capture. His excuse was that he wanted to bring him to justice after years of crime against his race, but the reason that only he knew was that he was afraid of the saiyan that had so quickly risen to infamy in the galaxy, and wanted to snuff him out before he was strong enough to take the crown for his own.

What is this madness?” Vegeta yelled, wondering what had happened to the troops that were supposed to be bringing the culprit in, chained and withheld. If not for years of going head to head with Lord Frost on more than one occasion, the king may have had trouble holding the other saiyan’s piercing stare, but as it was he was able to hide the shiver that ran down his spine.

For a long moment the saiyan didn’t reply, creating an eerie silence in the room. Vegeta couldn’t help but feel hope that a squad of his finest soldiers would come rushing through the door to clamp irons on the saiyan. Finally the silence was broken as a laugh echoed throughout the room. It took the king a second to realize the sinister sound was coming from the very same person he had his eyes trained so determinedly on.

At last we meet, king,” Digu said with a sneer. As he spoke, he began to take slow, measured steps forward, each one bringing him closer and closer to Vegeta. “It’s about time, don’t you think? I mean, after all, we are relatives in some way or another, as are all saiyans in this magnificient kingdom,” he finished, spreading his arms out wide at the end.

King Vegeta thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest as he watched, unsure of what to do, as Digu slowly cut down the distance between them with his almost half-hearted, yet purposeful steps. Vegeta exhaled deeply, struggling to keep his anxiety hidden should the saiyan take notice.

An evil, yet passive smile spread across Digu’s face. “What? After trying to get your hands on me for so long, you know have me right on your door steps, and yet you have nothing left to say?” he asked, a whirl of emotions, although namely contempt, showing in his tone. Although Vegeta could tell he could lose it at any minute, Digu still had full control for the time being. “Come now, surely there must be something; perhaps another order to have a bounty put on my head? Maybe even you could have a task force dispatched to kill my family – oh wait, you already had that done… long ago now as it was.

Vegeta could see it in Digu, a partially contained rage boiling under the surface. With each word the saiyan spoke, his voice raised, and he let a little more of his anger show than he had before. Choosing his words carefully so as not to entice the saiyan into a battle that it was possible he could lose, Vegeta measured his breaths and formed a reply.

No, Digu… I have nothing to say to you. I have no need to speak on my behalf; the saiyan people will speak for me against blood traitors like you. They have not taken well to hearing that one of their own has taken up homage with the changelings, and even trained under that fool, Frost,” he said, every bit of the king he had worked for years to convince his people that he was. Sure, he knew that he was bluffing his own confidence, but after years of practice, it was unlikely Digu did.

Now standing at the top of the small flight of stairs that were used to boost King Vegeta over his subjects, Digu’s facial expression harded even more so than it had a few moments ago. Looking closer now, Vegeta could see a thin, nearly transparent aura surrounding the saiyan. He must have been hiding his power up until now, because the king’s scouter was now reading a Powerlevel of 15,000 and the number was rising steadily.

Taking a step back out of instinct, the king just barely dodged a blast that hit where he foot had been a moment before. Fear swelled up within the proud king, brought on by the fact he hadn’t even seen the attack coming, and had only managed to avoid it thanks to many years of battle experience.

Digu’s eyes narrowed as he sensed the king’s uneasiness in his posture. “What the matter? Are you afraid? Afraid because you thought you took care of me long ago, when you killed my family? Or are you afraid because you have never been challenged like thus before?” his voice was calm, but behind it one could feel a hurricane waiting to be unleashed.

Vegeta forced himself to keep his composure as his scouter’s reading continued to rise. It was now breaking 35,000, and still rising quickly. Suddenly, it beeped, stopping at 40,000 even. At the same time, Digu threw himself forward, taking advantage of Vegeta’s very brief moment of being off-guard and off balance.

Before Vegeta knew what had hit him, he was sent spinning into a forty foot concrete column by a half-moon kick to the side of the head. Dust was thrown in all directions as the column collapsed, bring with it a small portion of the roof that it had been supporting, all of it coming straight down on top of the king.

Pushing some large rocks to the side, Vegeta crawled out of the rubble and looked around for Digu. “What?!” he yelled, find the saiyan had disappeared. Just as realization dawned on him, a heavy booted foot connected with the back of his head, throwing him back across the throne room where he landed at the base of another column. Stars exploded into his vision from the impact, putting him in a momentary daze.

Trying to shake off the confusion, the king leaned heavily on the column to get back to his feet. Just as he came to his full height and his vision was partially clear, Digu appeared like a flash in front of him. “Get away from me!” Vegeta yelled, swinging out clumsily with a left hook.

The king gasped as his opponent’s own had shot up, catching the punch just inches from his face. “How?!” he yelled, jerking his hand back and bring knee up towards Digu’s gut. His vision was clear now, but his attention was still not fully on the battle, but instead they wondered as he tried to figure out how he had been taken by surprise so easily.

Vegeta’s inattentiveness cost him as Digu raised his own leg to block his attack, and simultaneously caught him on the side of the face with a heavy right hook that sent him flying through his jewel adorned throne and sliding across the rock and dust covered tile floor.

Once again he rose to his feet, although this time he struggled more against his own person than his body. As he fought to get back to his feet, Vegeta sensed the feeling of despair leaking through his body as adrenaline took over. “I am the king…” he reminded himself, coming to bare just in time to raise a hand to deflect a jab to the face.

I am the king!” Vegeta repeated, yelling at Digu this time. His aura exploded around him as he swung his leg out, catching his opponent in the ribcage and causing him to stumble a few steps. Before the saiyan could regain his balance, Vegeta raised his arms over his head, bring them crashing down on the top of Digu’s head in a massive ax-handle smash.

Knocked flat on his face by the attack, it was all Digu could do to keep his consciousness despite being hit only twice. “No...” he was able to muttered as he felt Vegeta pick him up by his hair. In a thrice, he found himself nose to nose with the king that he had almost defeated.

Nice try,” Vegeta said tauntingly, bringing his knee up into Digu’s gut three times, and then throwing him off to the side like a piece of trash. Just then a group of saiyans rushed in, finding Vegeta standing at the head of the stairs and Digu face down in the middle of the room.

A smile on his face, Vegeta pointed at Digu. “It’s about time you fools arrived! Take him away; I want him locked up in the darkest, wettest, and coldest cell we have. Give him just enough food to sustain him, but not enough to fulfill his hunger. For water, let him drink that which pools on the floor of his cell,” he commanded, his face red and his tone livid. “I never want his name spoken again, and any that do will get the death sentence!

Afraid of the king’s temper, the soldiers hurried to with strain Digu and take him out of the throne room, leaving the king to his own. Half carrying, half dragging, they took their captive away from the public eye.

After they were sure they were out of sight and out of mind, they stopped, dropping Digu on the ground at their feet. They could see his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he drifted in and out of consciousness for seconds at the time. One of the soldiers, the youngest of the group, looked around at his comrades. “Look guys, I know what the king said, I heard it just as well as any of you, but I’m thinking I have something better for this guy,” he said, nervous but sure as he was.

The other saiyans exchanged looks, but nodded for him to continue. “My father is a scientist, and he’s actually looking for a test subject. What he needs is someone on par with an elite, or maybe even stronger, but so far he’s been unable to find anyone suitable,” the young saiyan said. “Sure, let the king hate this guy all he wants, but putting him in a cell for the rest of his life won’t do him any good, and plus he’s more than likely to break out at some point anyways. What do you say we give him to my dad for his experiments? Who knows, maybe he could one day join the ranks of the saiyan army, and help us to finally take down those wretched changelings once and for all.”

For a few minutes, the group debated amongst each other if they should do as their comrade said. Their reluctance was based on the fear of the king’s furious wrath that would descend on them should he catch wind of what they had done. Finally, they agreed to do it. The five saiyans hoisted Digu onto their shoulders and made their way to the young warrior’s father’s laboratory.


Digu opened his eyes to find himself on his knees. Guru’s hand moved gently from on top of his head as he fought his shaking legs to get back to his feet. So that’s what happened… A cold sweat covering his body and making his shirt stick to his back, Digu took a few deep breaths to regain control of himself.

When at last he felt his heart rate slowing down, he looked up to see Ithon staring at him in bewilderment, and Guru with his eyes still closed, taking his usual, long raspy breaths. “T-… thank you, Guru,” Digu said, his tone still not fully under control. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen, yet now that it had all come back to him he remember it perfectly. It was reality, yet it wasn’t.

What has become of me?

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A long pause lingered between the two warriors…

“Why wouldn’t I?” The Fallen asked, breaking the silence.

Ha! I could think of a few right now….

“I don’t see any negative side to this on my side. Especially with the self destruct chip I had installed within you. Of course, I can’t activate it anyway; only you can.” Fonos then said clearly.

Bebi had almost stopped in his flight when the words were heard. He didn’t, though. Instead, the Tuffle continued to go with no expression taken on the notion. He had figured, firstly, that it was nothing more than a hoax or bluff, but then after hearing the second half, he deterred from that idea because of the second half the warrior spoke. If it had been a bluff, or even a promise, then it was completely pointless to have even bring up how he wouldn’t be able to even activate it. Why would such a tool even be implanted to only be used by Bebi, himself? It was quite ridiculous.

Before he could think even more on the issue, his internal Scouter detected something that was approaching them. He turned his glare to Fonos, who had also just noticed the stranger making their way towards them. Hthe Fallen gave a slight nod with his head toward the stranger once both of their eyes met. Bebi just cocked his sleek blue skinned eyebrow a tad as he examined more closely at just exactly was coming toward them.

The dot, that was now close enough to detail, was a young, possibly, human, girl. Strange, for anything other than a Namekian to reside on the planet, but even stranger the features that the girl held. She seemed fashionably acquainted considering being so far from planet Earth and even more so, her hair had a purplish tint to it. It was her eyes that had completely entrapped the android, once both parties had met with one another in the skies of Namek.

“Hello there. What are you doing out here?” Fonos asked, as he stopped to confront the girl.

Bebi sat there in his ship. The room was partially lit, but only for seconds at a time, as the lights within the room flickered in various shades. He was stooped there in his chair. One of his arms was curled and rested underneath his chin, while its elbow was planted on the arm of the chair. One leg was crossed over the other and dangled with an impatient twitch. His posture could be explained by nothing more than an intense turmoil or struggle within himself during intense thought. The red lined that traced from his platinum hairline to his matching eyebrows moved not one bit until his eyes slowly opened to look out across the room.

The ship was a wreck. It had seen combat within the past few days and had everything to show for it. Wires hung from the ceiling and panels were stripped from the walls. The consoles were scorched and busted from where different electronics had over loaded or just simply failed to at their limit break. Oddly, the ship was the perfect picture that Bebi couldn’t have even painted himself in the description of the Cosmic Empire. This ship itself was the perfect word to explain the greatest empire to float about the universe.

Bebi, I need you on planet Namek. It’s Cold…

Bra’s voice had seemed so…helpless, but sincere. It was nothing more than a ploy, though. He was beckoned there, as well as the others, all through trickery. They were all tools to their own demise, and she was hoping to be the wielder. Battle after war, the Cosmic Empire and its warriors had stood undefeated. It was almost the perfect scheme to destroy what had been proven unable to be destroyed. She wanted them to do what no one else had stood a chance in accomplishing.

No, I am not…


Bebi’s eyes widened then as his memory dissipated from the hull of his mind. He found himself then standing floating there before the blue haired girl, Bra, at the side of Fonos. His mind could do nothing, but work back and fourth on the rumors revolving the girl at that moment in time. It was never proven, because others within the empire also made their jumps for the crown. The list was too long to have even began mentioning the first name. The only label that the Tuffle could even use was the simple word…everyone.

“You…” Bebi muttered as he stared at the girl with his thoughts lost within themselves.

Bebi knew then, why at the end...he was...alone...

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With a new task at hand, the half-Saiyan left the high rising hut in a flaring aura that trailed behind her. Just moments after her feet left the grassy ground, Bra was curious about what she was even supposed to do if there was something going on? Was she supposed to try and peacefully negotiate, or just flat out attack? It was all very confusing.

The sheer sided cliffs and gigantic oceans of green water passed by below, even making the bushy tree's look like pop-up's from a child's book. And now that she had time to think about it, it was amusing, the planet Namek. She had grown to despise the overly green planet. Mostly for it's lack of civilization, and all things she enjoyed in life back on Earth. Namek had none of it, not even so much as a single clothing store. It was comparable to a barren wasteland in her eyes...except it held sights that occasionally caught her interest.

"Oh..I guess you're not too bad.." Bra had muttered with a glance down. "If only you lost one of your suns and stopped being so hot!" She added with a grin. There had been times where she had honestly considered an attempt at destroying one of the planets suns in an attempt to make it cooler. But she knew better, after all, she did learn from the best!

In the midst of daydreaming, her concentration was broke by something. Something she saw, rather than sensed! It was two figures off in the distance with familiar signatures...familiar enough to know they must be what she's looking for! Strange, how they were heading in the direction Bra herself, came from, she thought.

The closer she got, the more was revealed to her. One figure was smaller, about roughly half the size of the other, and had an odd blue skin. It looked as if he was an android, but Bra would be hesitant to add that label just yet. The other was taller, almost human-like...if it hadn't been for the wings that jutted from his back!

"Hm, like an angel! She thought. Just that fact made it almost feel safe all the sudden!

Moments later, Bra had finally reached the two strangers, who already stopped and waited for her to approach. She was correct about one thing...the little blue one seemed to be some sort of android. An android that seemed to stare into her soul. It's glassy eyes never moved away from her; an action that made Bra feel increasingly uncomfortable.

"Hello, I'm Bra. And you two are...? It's not often you see people other than Namekians out and about..." She said with a perky, upbeat voice that allowed her to sidestep the question about being out herself.

"You.." Muttered the blue android. It's voice barely audible to the half-Saiyan.

In response, Bra had cocked her head to the side ever so slightly. The little one didn't seem to like her very much for some reason...why? As far as she could remember, this would be a first time meeting.

"Erm...do I know you?" She asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

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The woman flew forward, and landed a little bit in front of them. There was a long pause, while the young, stylish teenager stared at Fonos – his wings in particular. He flapped them unconsciously, feeling nervous of her stare. She was somewhat attractive too, which didn’t help. Fonos shook his head slightly, and tried to break his emotional issues from his face, once more turning it to stone. He glanced to Bebi to find the android was staring in perplexed silence, his glassy eyes vacant.

Was he cross-referencing data? What would he need to do that for? It wasn’t like there was anything on Namek that could possibly cause us harm…

The teen grinned cheekily and started off with a playful, animated voice, calling to both of them across the skies: “Hello, I'm Bra. And you two are...?”

The Fallen opened his mouth quickly, saying, “I’m Fonos. Nice to meet you Bra.” He didn’t want to mention it, but it was fairly obvious that her name was quite… unorthodox, when it came to people from Planet Earth. In fact, if he met someone named Bra on Earth, he’d probably ask how much she charged.

“It's not often you see people other than Namekians out and about…” she continued, as if Fonos hadn’t greeted himself. He turned to Bebi, waiting for the Tuffle to introduce his own self, but he appeared still lost in thought. But eventually, he spoke, in a raspy, throaty voice.

“You…”

She cocked her head to the side briefly, clearly confused. Fonos was as well, but by now he’s learned to let the Tuffle alone on issues like these; he was queer in that way, obviously. “Erm...do I know you?”

Fonos waited a moment, but the look on the Tuffle’s face was making him twitch, so the Fallen replied for him instead, cutting whatever Bebi had been about to say short: “You may have, but you’ve almost certainly heard of him. His name is Bebi, and he’s the Cosmic Emperor of the dead Empire.”

There was a slight pause, before he explained, “He doesn’t look like much but trust me: he looks a lot better than he did two weeks ago.”

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For several long minutes, things in Guru’s hut had been more or less silent. Even Guru’s normally loud and raspy breathing had quieted so much that Digu wondered if the old namekian had suddenly kicked the can and went to hang out with Grand Kai.

Noticing he was holding his breath, Digu exhaled deeply, breathing in and out quickly to catch up to his need for oxygen. Ithon too, realized he was holding his breath, and hurriedly followed suit.

The partial silence broke whenever Guru let forth a particularly deep and nasty cough. Coming out of no where, it made Digu and Ithon nearly jump out of their skin. “I sense… something dark,” Guru said, his voice raspy as ever.

Digu’s mind wondered to Bebi and the strange winged creature that was with him.

"Getting rusty, gears grinding, almighty Bebi?" Digu asked, suddenly appearing directly in front of Bebi. He quickly released another Kiaiho form his eyes.

Bebi's chuckled for a moment as the Saiyan ranted on about something. His eyes then grew big as the warrior disappeared. The power level then reappeared directly in front of him. Before the opponent could even fire the blast, though, Bebi was gone to appear a few yards away. "Is that what you think?" Bebi said laughing.

Digu turned towards Bebi. "Of course not, wasn't it you that tought me to never show fear or weakness? I'm enticing you into a good fight, idiot. Now stop avoiding my attacks and fight back!" Digu said boldly, if not a bit flustered. He released one more Kiaiho, getting tired of the one sided fight.


Shaking his head, Digu brought himself back to reality, catching the tail end of something Guru had been saying.

… go and find this evil. Do not let them cause harm to our people,” the old matriarch said slowly, his eyes closed as always.

Ithon, now standing between Digu and Guru, nodded fiercely. “Do not worry, Master Guru; I will not fail you,” he said. One could sense the will to please in his tone, and see the fiery determination in his eyes. Thinking at first that Guru had been speaking to him, Digu realized he was actually talking to the namekian that had guided him to the hut in the first place.

Stepping forward so that he was side-by-side with Ithon, Digu crossed his arms matter-of-factly. “I’m going with you,” he said plainly. His tone and posture suggested neither of those in his company should argue. Still, Ithon looked at the saiyan in surprise before looking back at Guru to see his father give a slight nod.

Obviously not overjoyed by the idea, Ithon clenched his teeth, and without a word to Guru or Digu, turned and left the hut. A few seconds later Digu heard as he took to the skies at top speed.

Not worried about the namekian getting too far away, Digu turned and took his time getting to the door. Just before stepping out, he turned to Guru. “So long, Ralph. Thanks for all the help!” Without that he was out the door and into the skies, gaining quickly on Ithon, who left a green streak in his wake.

When he caught up to the namekian, Digu slowed down so that they were side-by-side, and were staying that way. Silently the two flew on until, up ahead, they could make out three figures. One of them was smaller than the others, while the largest had two massive wings protruding to either side they flapped continuously, keeping him afloat. The third and final figure was about average size.

As they neared the figures, Digu made out the smallest as a blue-skinned specimen. Most wouldn’t have been able to tell that he was an android, but for some reason he found himself able to recognize the being as the Cosmic Emperor, Bebi, despite his appearance being much opposed to what it had been whenever he was part of Universal Terror.

Beside Bebi was the strange winged human, who had to be anything but. Probably some race of alien with extremely diluted human blood. With the two men was a girl. From the looks of her body, she was still a kid, probably no more than 18. She looked human, but considering her company, and what planet she was on, one couldn’t be totally sure.

Slowing down so much that Ithon shot him a dirty look, Digu came to a stop a few feet from the trio. He was cautious, but he didn’t let it show enough that it made him look like he shouldn’t be there.

Totally ruining the saiyan’s attempt at being more or less passive, Ithon stopped right inside their circle, positioning himself where he could look in one direction and see all three of them. “I don’t know who you are, but if you’re here to cause trouble, I suggest you don’t,” he said. It was obvious from his tone that he was nervous, but that was probably because he was now out numbered three to one, and he thought it was unlikely Digu would take his side if there was a scrap.

Curious as to how the three people, namely Bebi, would react, Digu floated in place, watching with interest and waiting until he was noticed to speak.

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The teal-haired teen intently paid attention to the taller, human looking one who introduced himself as Fonos. A slightly odd name, but then again her name must have been equally odd in his eyes. Suddenly Bra forced her eyes to peel off the wings, it hit her that such an action would most definitely be considered rude.

"Oh, Fonos...it's nice to meet you too!" She tacked on to her introduction. Her personality was full of life, partially in a way to let the two know she was of no danger...yet, anyways.

The mysterious, smaller, creature was still unresponsive, all he did was stare at her with those glassy eyes. It was unnerving. And then Fonos spoke for Bebi.

"“You may have, but you’ve almost certainly heard of him. His name is Bebi, and he’s the Cosmic Emperor of the dead Empire.” Fonos then paused for a moment before speaking again. “He doesn’t look like much but trust me: he looks a lot better than he did two weeks ago.”

"Bebi! Could it really be...no, it's impossible. You're supposed to be dead!!" Bra screamed in her mind. Not a word escaped from her mouth, but a look of genuine surprise replaced the happy-go-lucky grin. Her teeth lightly bit down on the glossy lower lip. This couldn't possibly be the Bebi, could it? Her old companion...

"Ha! Come on Bebi. Is that the best you can do? Maybe I should find a real guy to get a workout with," The Saiyan teased playfully. Her comment was directed at the only other person to fill the large, circular training room. One of her companions and friends; the bio-android, Bebi.

The white haired android simply grinned, "Be careful what you wish for, tits," He sneered before lifting a metallic flask to his lips and taking a few choice gulps. Bra simply wrinkled her nose in disgust. On very rare occasions did she sip from that same flask, downing the same, overly strong alchohol that Bebi seemed to favor. Maybe it was because he was an android that he could stand it, but Bra strongly disliked it.

Bebi sealed the flask up and tucked it away, and then came running toward the half-Saiyan, aiming a punch toward her stomach. In response, the Saiyan quickly sidestepped the attack and skillfully reached behind the white haired bio-android to steal his flask.

"Too slow, doll!" She giggled and gave the flask a half-hearted toss into the air. Her soft hand easily caught it, and she twisted the silver cap off. Almost instantly the strong vapors assaulted her nostrils. Yup, just as foul as ever!

"Ah well...we're done training for the day. I'm gonna go shower. I'll hold onto this until then.." She said with a smirk that Bebi couldn't see. Bra sauntered off into the halls of Carpe Ominous, disappearing into the shadows.

Bra's blue eyes drifted back to the blue creature known as Bebi. There was no longer a white haired human who she had grown close with. Bebi was now in what Bra would assume, his true form. A small blue android who's glassy eyes seemed to tear into her soul.

The Saiyan princess raised her hand and began to talk, but her sentence was cut short by the interuption of two new additions to the gathering. Who she didn't even notice at until a voice surprised her!

“I don’t know who you are, but if you’re here to cause trouble, I suggest you don’t,” Pleaded the green Namekian, the only one who spoke. There was an slight tremble in his voice, and why wouldn't there be? He was surrounded by so many, possibly hostile beings!

"Hm. Nobody is causing trouble here...go tell Guru everything is fine," Bra said in a dismissive, and much more serious tone. In her heart, she knew nothing was fine. There was no doubt in her mind that Bebi hated her, after what she did to him..

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Bebi’s aggravation had finally gotten the best of him. Ever since he had broke free from whatever he awoke in, there had been nothing but annoyance and interruption after another. It seemed every twist and turn he made, there was something there getting in his way to just waste time for whatever motive their little, worthless lives had fantasized up in having. The Tuffle cared much too little for these reasons or beliefs. This time, it was a foolish, and strange looking, warrior accompanied by a Namekian, which were now apart with the green planet native standing just feet away.

“I don’t know who you are, but if you’re here to cause trouble, I suggest you don’t.” The Namekian said.

Is he honestly trying to hold some ounce of a threatening tone?

"Hm…Nobody is causing trouble here...go tell Guru everything is fine." The blue haired girl, Bra, said.

Deceitful as always…

Bebi, from where he was standing motionless and expressionless, quickly made a conjunction of actions simultaneously. It had all started with his right arm rising swiftly half way up his torso out on the side. As it did, a bright flash appeared from between his fingertips that lit up even the things around the group of people, despite the light form both suns shining down. The light had come from the energy that was formed with in his palm. While this happened, his body had leaned forward and the gravity reversed, as if in his own personally sized bubble, causing the loose materials around him, such as rocks, dirt, and grass, to lift from the ground.

Everything had returned to normal, however, as soon as Bebi took one slow step forward while leaning, an image that seemed to be as if he fell instead of stepping towards the Namekian, and vanished…

The blue Android appeared once more in front of the Namekian. The energy that he still held within his right hand was still there, but it was no longer at his side. Now it was in front of him and extended, accompanied by his left hand that was copying the same posture. The energy then pressed forward, giving off a sudden flash of light once more, and punctured through the abdomen of the Namekian’s body.

The hundreds of small Ki orbs that had been released from the Tuffles palms tore through the soft green skin of the unaware Namekian. They poured through a single centered hole, but then widened once they dug through the initial layer of tissue. Ripping and burning, the orbs finally found their way to the center of the warriors back and started to apply pressure, causing the skin on the back to stretch and take the shape of a dome before the some of the blasts finally started to combust. Once torn, the rest scattered with an even wider spread as they exited the bleeding void from that consumed most of the Namekians back.

I suggest I do…” Bebi said then as his face was only centimeters from that of the Namekians own, who was gasping for his last few breaths while purple blood oozed from the choking crevice of his mouth.

Bebi lowered his arms then, that was holding the body of the Namekian in the air. He returned to his typical nonchalant posture and his eyes stared over at the other stranger who had came with the now dead Namekian who laid there with not even a flinch at his feet. His blue glassy eyes just examined the warrior, emotionlessly, for a few seconds. His head then turned towards Bra for a quick glance, still waiting in preparation for her to try anything brash. His eyes then finished their glare on the winged companion that he had come to the planet with.

I think we have deterred far too long from our original objective…” Bebi muttered softly as he turned away from Fonos to face the warrior that was standing at a distance.

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Strangely enough, Bebi had paid very little attention to the half-Saiyan. She half expected the android to go completely berserk on her! But instead she breathed a sign of relief when the Namekian was the unfortunate one to take the brunt of Bebi's wrath.

In a technique Bra had seen her former-friend perform in the past, the poor Namekian was hit with a devastating attack at point blank range! Hundreds upon hundreds of ki orbs tore through the soft green flesh, like a heated knife through butter! The sizzle of singed skin filled the air, followed by a most ghastly scent! What seemed like a small river of purple blood flowered from the agape wound, spilling over and forming a puddle of lifeblood in the grass below.

"Ugh...really? really Bebi?" Was the only words Bra could manage to say. A look of utter disgust formed over the normally beautiful face. She wasn't upset about the fact an innocent had just been killed, but more disgusted in the fashion Bebi had left him! A twisted hunk of black and green husk, sauted in it's own blood!

Bra stepped away from the mess and took a glance over at the still silent warrior, Digu. He was still silent, and didn't seem to jump in to defend the Namekian. Never before had Bra seem the strange human at Guru's, which was the direction they came from.

That wasn't Bra's issue right now, though. The most pressing issue now stood opposite to herself, she couldn't feel safe being around Bebi until she knew for sure that the android wouldn't attempt to kill her during a moment of exposure. Ironic how that worked out.

"Bebi...come here. We need to talk...in private," Bra said sternly, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. What do you say to someone you once betrayed. The Saiyan princess was unsure, but knew within moments she would find out.

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“Ugh…really? Really Bebi?" Bra asked rhetorically in what seemed to Bebi as a sarcastically driven question.

Bebi smirked for a moment at the distaste that he could sense from the blue haired girls tone. His head snapped towards her quickly and once she came into sight of his vision, the smirk dissipated. He was expressionless externally, but internally, one could say he was presenting her with a snarl of sorts.


"Bebi...come here. We need to talk...in private." Bra then said with what seemed as a tremble in her voice.

Bebi cocked his head slightly to one side and began to let the words soak in for a moment. His glare went back to the stranger that was a few yards away. His eyes then crossed back to Bra, who was still standing there in waiting. His breath was silent to even himself as he thought about the different conclusions to such a conversation in private. Most of the thoughts were violent, but others were not so much. It always had come to radical mixed emotions whenever she was involved. Either way he felt, they were always strong feelings.

In private? What could you possibly have planned now?

Bebi simply nodded then in compliance to the girls request. He didn’t know what to quite expect from her plans. A private talk could go anywhere with those two. Thinking of past adventures, and encounters, the two had done almost anything and almost everywhere. All he could do was just walk towards her, stopping for jjust a brief second next to her with a glare, and then continue walking out a distance to a final halt, so that they would be away from Fonos. As he did this, he flicked his arm one good time to rid his flesh of the purple blood from the deceased Namekian.

“What could you possibly have to say to me?” Bebi asked with a soft tone while keeping his eye next to Bra and behind toward the stranger who was still at a distance.

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She quickly turned to Fonos, and returned his greeting, which he inclined his head briefly to. But her elfin young face soon drained itself of all color as she stared at Bebi uncertainly, mouth staying slack jawed for a long moment. But she was interrupted by someone – two someones – appearing in their small party.

The larger one, a Namekian, immediately attempted a strong arm, but failing horribly, most likely sensing the power coming off the three of them in waves. “I don’t know who you are, but if you’re here to cause trouble, I suggest you don’t,” he called out, voice cracking slightly in fear of them calling his bluff.

Immediately, the female teen brushed him off in an offhand tone, replying with “Hm… Nobody is causing trouble here... go tell Guru everything is fine.” Her eyes disagreed with her tone clearly, and Fonos took note of that. Clearly the Tuffle and the girl, Bra, had some sort of history, and it didn’t end well.

Clearly, that one moment seemed to cause the Tuffle to crack. Almost unconsciously, he raised a hand, and suddenly a ball of blight light seemed to explode within it, blinding those in the near vicinity. He then stepped forward while in the air, and his head dipped forward, like he’d suddenly ran out of room to walk on and was falling to his death. But Fonos then saw him, using quite a bit more speed then he’d been using moments before, zipped towards the Namekian, throwing both hands outward as he did so.

Stopping in front of the terrified Namek, he unloaded dozens, hundreds, thousands of small bulbs of energy into his body; it shook from the barrage but couldn’t move from the sheer force of it. The sound started to numb the alien’s ears and purplish blood started to ooze from every hole in his body – including several thousand new ones. He leaned forward and whispered something in the Namekian’s ear, most likely to tell him that his body was a warning or something else equally threatening, and lowered his hands.

The now-purple body fell to the ground, first slowly, before dramatically gaining speed. It soon disappeared from sight.

Suddenly Bra, the almost-certainly human teen, cut in. “Ugh… really? Really, Bebi?” The Tuffle merely smirked in reply, before slowly sidling back towards Fonos. There was a pause as he looked at the mute Saiyan, before he murmured, in an almost surprised tone, like he’d only just noticed:

“I think we have deterred far too long from our original objective…”

Fonos only snorted in reply.

“Bebi… come here. We need to talk… in private.” Fonos waited for a second, trying to figure out why she thought he’d be left alone, no matter who or what she was. Doing a sideways glance, he was somewhat shocked to note that Bebi was considering the proposition. There was a long, slow breath, before the Tuffle nodded. Fonos raised an eyebrow, but decided to question him later, when they were in private and not surrounded by strangers.

Well, that Bra girl clearly wasn’t a stranger. Once more, he glanced at the Saiyan. Finally he asked what he’d been sure everyone wanted to. “So who are you, anyway? Don’t you have some planet you need to go pretend to be strong on? Go on,” he continued, smirking slightly, “there are big people here, strong people. You don’t want to get caught up in what we’re doing. I can’t guarantee your survival.”

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Much to the half-Saiyan's surprise, the android had come forth in agreement to having a solo chat. However, Bra knew he would have possible ulterior motives, and that he would think Bra herself having something crafty planned. Bebi couldn't be blamed, as the female proved to be very deceitful in the past.

The two were a good distance away from Fonos and Digu, both of whom were complete strangers to the Saiyan. So long as neither of the two former friends rose their voices, the conversation should have been kept confidential.

"There is no reason to be nervous...no reason at all! Her thoughts chanted. It wasn't true.

“What could you possibly have to say to me?” Bebi just calmly stated.

"It's funny, huh? Last time we were on this planet together..." Bra trailed off with the bite of her lower lip. She refused to finish the sentence, as if not fully mentioning it made the past blows less vicious.

The Saiyan princess turned and plopped her body down in the grass, assuming a comfortable, relaxed position. Her soft hands found refuge on the equally soft kneecaps for a rest. Almost mindlessly, her teal painted fingertips lightly scratched against the soft skin. It seemed as if she was attempting to find a calm before she spoke again. After a few moments, Bra stared into the glassy eyes of the android and spoke.

"Look, I understand if you hate me. I really do. After I heard rumors that you died, I felt bad and told myself if I ever got the chance i'd apologize. So...i'm...sorry," As soon as the "s" left her lips, the female made a noticable wince. Almost as if taking a blow; a blow to her ego.

"If you want me to disappear, just say the word," She added, as an attempt to salvage any diplomacy that might be had. After what she had just witnessed with the Namekian, it felt like a needed move.

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Since watching Ithon get slaughtered by the short android, Digu could only stare in awe at his former leader. He’s every bit the man he always was… even if he doesn’t look it…

Ridding him of any doubts he may have had that the being he was staring at was indeed Bebi, the more or less blue-haired human girl called his name. “Ugh… really? Really, Bebi?” Apparently undeterred, Bebi smirked and seemed to pay her little mind as he turned back to the winged-alien.

Bebi… come here. We need to talk… in private,” the girl said, confirming his namesake again. It caught Digu by surprise that he even cared, but apparently this caught his attention a little more, because he looked at her and for a moment seemed to consider the proposition before nodding and going towards her.

While the two of them moved off to the side a few feet, Digu let his eyes rove over the small group to the winged-alien. Find that he was still staring at him, the saiyan met his gaze, not wavering or backing down in the slightest. He had found that doing this type of thing could win or lose battles before they started… it could even stop them from ever happening if your would-be opponent knew you weren’t afraid.

So who are you, anyway? Don’t you have some planet you need to go pretend to be strong on? Go on, there are big people here, strong people. You don’t want to get caught up in what we’re doing. I can’t guarantee your survival,” the man said with a smirk that irked Digu to no end. It wasn’t the general nature of the expression… but it felt to him like he’d seen it somewhere before. Where, though?

Choosing his words carefully, Digu formulated an equally smartass reply. “Oh, really? Gee-wiz Mister, they told me Finger Painting was in Cloud 192. I thought this was it, it must be one over,” he said with an experienced sneer.

Turning away from the alien, Digu put his attention back on Bebi. I’ll deal with him some other time. He may need an education in the way of Universal Terror. As for you… Bebi… what happened to you? You look nothing like you did before… Why did you suddenly drop off the galaxy like you did?

Although he thought it was unlikely his questions would get answered in full, he still intended to ask them once he and the Cosmic Emperor were re-aquainted. How he was going to do that, he wasn’t totally sure. He knew that he looked nothing like he had before, and Bebi had always been a suspicious one, even after Digu had proven himself time and again. Still… he would prove his identity somehow.

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The spiked dome buildings in the distance approached rapidly. Chaos had flown for seemingly an eternity trapped in his thoughts. His mind lingered mostly on the blue android that claimed to be Bebi. The hybrid had no idea what the man, robot, whatever he was really looked like but he seemed to remember stories and news reports from the GNN when he was young describing him as human looking.

One such news report he remembered vividly concerned the Damaskian war. Being on planet Vegeta at the time of the war, Chaos narrowly escaped the battling in the war much to his dismay due to age. The restriction was not imposed by himself or the Saiyan's however. Rather, it was from Lord Cold himself they hybrid would find out some time later. For what reason he was witheld remained a mystery to him.

The war raged on with many of the universe's most powerful warriors taking part and picking sides. Many questioned the actions of the Cosmic Emperor at the time and his true motives. These too remained a mystery to the hybrid.

'A message arrived on planet Yardrait addresing the people. It came from none other then Bebi, leader of a ruthless and dispicable lot.

"We have come to your rescue and aid where no others have. We now fight the fights that so many are afraid of, such as the Avalon Protectorate. We, The Cosmic Empire, who is supposedly an evil lot of ‘anarchic pirates’, have come where your allies have failed to answer your pleas.

"I will tell you this, the Saiyan Empire will not get a chance to strike your planet. You now belong under the protection of my fleet. We will take you down the path of perfection. Know that today and in the near future that you will never be viewed as weak any longer. You will be viewed as something powerful and godly.

"Do you accept my proposition of becoming part of what I offer? Do you accept my hand of help? Do you accept perfection?"

Whatever his true intents, he had become appreciated by Koozechs Vosker, Prime minister of the planet.

"I do not know whether this Bebi fellow is truly sincere, nor do I know if he is guilty of his crimes, but I do know this, he has been most cooperative in helping our defenses. His charisma has brought many mercenary fighters to our side. For that I am forever grateful."

Not everybody seemed so keen on the intervention of the Cosmic Empire as the Prime Minister however...'


His thoughts snapped back to the present and the telecast faded from his mind like a fuzzy television set being unplugged without warning. He had arrived finally at his destination.

Manipulating his energy to bring him to a graceful stop and landing, he examined the numerous homes. Most seemed inhabited but all were peaceful. If one did not know the nature of the Namekian people they could easily be fooled into thinking the village abandoned. The hybrid was aware of the quite and humblness that plauged the race however. It did seem odd to him that none of the little bugs were out tending to the fields or generally quietly enjoying the bright day provided for by the double suns.

Stepping forward the hybrid counted about 14 houses for a rough estimate of how much fun he would be able to have. Coming to a stop dead in the center he cocked his head sideways slightly. Nothing.

"My name is Chaos. If anybody is here, I have a question about your planet's elder, Guru."

It seemed a well enough ploy. He hoped that by showing knowledge of the old Namekian that the local frogs would open up to his presence. Usually very hospitable beings again Chaos wondered what had them all shelled up.

'Maybe they know why I'm here...maybe Bebi started trouble without me.'

Chaos smiled wondering what kind of excitement the small android had cooked up for the elderly Guru before frowning again. 'If these bastards ran off into hiding already because of Bebi...'

His thoughts were intereputed by rustling behind him. Shifting his weight onto his heel he spun around to face the creature responsible. From one of the huts emerged a Namekian much to large in height to reside there. Ducking his head under the entrance way and stepping out into the sunlight for full display stood the largest toad the hybrid had ever seen, save for the warrior Oboe's transformation.

The Namekian stood easily eight feet in height with a shoulder span as wide as a barn. As large as he was Chaos sumised that he was of the warrior class and most likely the gaurd of the small village.

"What is it you want to know," the Namek said cracking his neck sending loud crackling noises to echo across the flat planes, "about Guru?"



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