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"Shenron is a dragon, capable of granting wishes," Future Xenest said, "he can be summoned by gathering seven mystical objects which can only be found on Earth and have been around for many, many years..."
DBZ: Anomalous Past for the Future
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"Wishes. Such as to... Bring the dead back?" Atama asked, his interest obvious.
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"Yes, he can even bring people back from the dead on three conditions: First, they cannot have died more than one Earth Year before the wish is made, if only to fully restore their physical forms. Second, Shenron cannot bring someone back if their death was natural, so someone whom has passed away from either sickness, old age or other natural deaths can't be brought back to life and thirdly, the person whom the summoner wants to be revived cannot have been revived once before. Furthermore, Shenron cannot grant wishes that go beyond the power of its creator and cannot grant the same wish more than once, nor can he grant a wish to kill or defeat a living being whom is stronger than the power of its creator." Future Xenest replied.
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Atama looked away.
"Shame. Hindrance. I suppose your friends take higher priority then, other interests of mine."
"Shame. Hindrance. I suppose your friends take higher priority then, other interests of mine."
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"Yes, we would like to have them back with us after all as they do have lives of their own here, plus with an added duty to keep their homeworlds, their allies and even the whole universe safe from any potential threat. What kind of interests do you have then?" Future Xenest asked.
Future Xenest was highly interested to know what was on Atama's agenda. It would depend on what motives laid behind what Atama said, as Future Xenest felt something could be negotiated, unless there was something else that Atama hid, hoping that whatever was behind it would not become a hindrance to their own mission to bring the group back.
Future Xenest was highly interested to know what was on Atama's agenda. It would depend on what motives laid behind what Atama said, as Future Xenest felt something could be negotiated, unless there was something else that Atama hid, hoping that whatever was behind it would not become a hindrance to their own mission to bring the group back.
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"My only interest was to revive dead men and women who have been that way for decades." Atama replied. "Let that not stop you or me from saving those who can be saved however."
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Future Xenest nodded, relenting on his stern expression, which turned into something more melancholic in nature.
"We'll see what we can do. Perhaps there may be someone else who can be of assistance." He said, nodding as he walked on.
"Sometimes I wonder when I've pushed myself too far... my Berserker form may be all awesome and powerful and all, but in the end, its extensive use does more damage to myself than it does to my enemies, as odd as it might sound." He thought to himself as he decided to check on his wife, not caring if someone would hear his throughts through telepathy and, as he walked in front of Atama, he inadvertedly showed traces of what used to be festering wounds on his back which had healed over to become mere scars... scars which were sadly enough permanent with some patches appeared almost permanently burned...
While the wounds were cleaned thoroughly to prevent infections and all, it were the striking marks for the vast hell he had gone through for years on end. Years of his life which he could never have back, years that were forever burned into his memory with the loss of everyone dear to him, except for his beloved wife... it were those scars that were the base for summoning those fiery, phantom-like arms which he had full control over... and yet... it was the culmination of years upon years of pent up, unsatisfied rage, hatred and wrath... although the damage to his soul has been mostly repaired thanks to Dread Master Bestia, it was still clear that Future Xenest had become a bitter person, a former shell of what he used to be. Now his training sessions were not only dedicated to maintain his strength and power and all, but mostly to prevent his body from collapsing under the sheer pressure his Berserker form put him under... it was as if his own pain and anger was so intense it could tear him apart if he was pushed beyond his limits for real... a bitter tear slipped past his eye as he walked slowly towards his recovering wife...
"We'll see what we can do. Perhaps there may be someone else who can be of assistance." He said, nodding as he walked on.
"Sometimes I wonder when I've pushed myself too far... my Berserker form may be all awesome and powerful and all, but in the end, its extensive use does more damage to myself than it does to my enemies, as odd as it might sound." He thought to himself as he decided to check on his wife, not caring if someone would hear his throughts through telepathy and, as he walked in front of Atama, he inadvertedly showed traces of what used to be festering wounds on his back which had healed over to become mere scars... scars which were sadly enough permanent with some patches appeared almost permanently burned...
While the wounds were cleaned thoroughly to prevent infections and all, it were the striking marks for the vast hell he had gone through for years on end. Years of his life which he could never have back, years that were forever burned into his memory with the loss of everyone dear to him, except for his beloved wife... it were those scars that were the base for summoning those fiery, phantom-like arms which he had full control over... and yet... it was the culmination of years upon years of pent up, unsatisfied rage, hatred and wrath... although the damage to his soul has been mostly repaired thanks to Dread Master Bestia, it was still clear that Future Xenest had become a bitter person, a former shell of what he used to be. Now his training sessions were not only dedicated to maintain his strength and power and all, but mostly to prevent his body from collapsing under the sheer pressure his Berserker form put him under... it was as if his own pain and anger was so intense it could tear him apart if he was pushed beyond his limits for real... a bitter tear slipped past his eye as he walked slowly towards his recovering wife...
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Atama's wings fluttered in response of sadness, the man adopting a sorrowful pose as he walked behind Future Xenest, looking towards the scars.
"When I was first, awoken. My power was too great for my body to hold it as well. And the memories, the memories... Five men transformed into one. Each with families dead or abandoned. I know I'm not unique, your wife is living proof of that. But, some days the pain all comes rushing back and I can't think for a moment." Atama then walked over and looked upon Future Brachi's face.
"You would die for her, wouldn't you?"
"When I was first, awoken. My power was too great for my body to hold it as well. And the memories, the memories... Five men transformed into one. Each with families dead or abandoned. I know I'm not unique, your wife is living proof of that. But, some days the pain all comes rushing back and I can't think for a moment." Atama then walked over and looked upon Future Brachi's face.
"You would die for her, wouldn't you?"
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"I would. We lost all of our children and our most cherised friends to an Evil Dread Saiyan, once known as the son of Vegetto, from our home timeline. For five long years we were unable to do anything to bring them back, except try to do what we could to grow in power to finally get back at that bastard for what he did... It was in the final days of that struggle that I finally managed to gather whatever I could on my power and fueled it with all the rage and the wrath I held inside me and unleashed it in a single attack against him..." Future Xenest said, remembering that moment all too well..
Flashback...
The Evil Vegetto Jr. was relishing in his apparent victory over the heroes, intending to finish them once and for all. However, he saw Future Xenest charging at him at blind rage, his right fist coiled up and glowing in a fiery blaze of energy. Deciding to have him his last shot, the Evil Vegetto Jr. stood his ground, intending to take the punch head on. Future Xenest's fist impacted hard against his abdomen, while the Evil Vegetto Jr. stood there, waiting to see the expression on Future Xenest's face turn into outright fear, something he wanted to see before killing him...
...but he didn't expect Future Xenest to hold on his expression of rage, especially when he looked up to look him straight in the eye, ignoring his own injuries in the process. Future Xenest pressed his right fist forward, adding pressure to the stomach area of his nemesis, grunting as he actually moved a step forward, continuing to add pressure and ploughing his fist deeper into the stomach area. Brachi herself looked up at this struggle and she knew the others were watching this, seeing the Evil Vegetto Jr. actually struggling, going so far as to put his hands on Future Xenest's right arm and his face respectively.
"Xenest... what are you doing?! He's going to kill you!" Brachi shouted at him, but Future Xenest ignored her, pushing against the Evil Jr.'s hand holding his face.
Future Xenest managed to take another step forward, forcing the Evil Vegetto Jr. backwards a bit as he kept adding pressure to his stomach area. Then, Future Xenest opened his mouth in lieu of a silent roar of charging ahead, a fiery sphere beginning to get visible on the waist area of the Evil Vegetto Jr. right before Future Xenest pressed on once more, finally releasing the punch, standing in line as if delivering one blow. The Evil Vegetto Jr. seemed to float in slow motion backwards, the sphere still present on his body as the sphere grew unstable with the second.
With a deafening explosion, that very sphere detonated in a MASSIVE wave of fiery red, orange and yellow energy away from Future Xenest, being about 8 to 10 meters high and wide near its starting point engulfing the Evil Vegetto Jr. completely! Brachi's eyes went wide as saucers and her jaw dropped in place, almost loosing her footing due to the intensity of the explosion and the wave itself. The Evil Vegetto Jr. was overwhelmed by the attack, being unable to defend himself against it, much less let out as something as a howl of agony as the wave ploughed through his body like a knife through butter. After about 15 seconds, the wave finally shrunk and dissipated and the Evil Vegetto Jr. was still alive, that was for certain... but he was SERIOUSLY injured, and the look on his face was one of shock, horror and disbelief!
"W... W - WHAT?! IMPOSSIBLE!" He proclaimed as he regained his footing, while Future Xenest defiantly marched towards him, his feet thumping on the ground, uttering the three words that would be the beginning of the Evil Jr's final downfall:
"This ends now!"
Flashback...
The Evil Vegetto Jr. was relishing in his apparent victory over the heroes, intending to finish them once and for all. However, he saw Future Xenest charging at him at blind rage, his right fist coiled up and glowing in a fiery blaze of energy. Deciding to have him his last shot, the Evil Vegetto Jr. stood his ground, intending to take the punch head on. Future Xenest's fist impacted hard against his abdomen, while the Evil Vegetto Jr. stood there, waiting to see the expression on Future Xenest's face turn into outright fear, something he wanted to see before killing him...
...but he didn't expect Future Xenest to hold on his expression of rage, especially when he looked up to look him straight in the eye, ignoring his own injuries in the process. Future Xenest pressed his right fist forward, adding pressure to the stomach area of his nemesis, grunting as he actually moved a step forward, continuing to add pressure and ploughing his fist deeper into the stomach area. Brachi herself looked up at this struggle and she knew the others were watching this, seeing the Evil Vegetto Jr. actually struggling, going so far as to put his hands on Future Xenest's right arm and his face respectively.
"Xenest... what are you doing?! He's going to kill you!" Brachi shouted at him, but Future Xenest ignored her, pushing against the Evil Jr.'s hand holding his face.
Future Xenest managed to take another step forward, forcing the Evil Vegetto Jr. backwards a bit as he kept adding pressure to his stomach area. Then, Future Xenest opened his mouth in lieu of a silent roar of charging ahead, a fiery sphere beginning to get visible on the waist area of the Evil Vegetto Jr. right before Future Xenest pressed on once more, finally releasing the punch, standing in line as if delivering one blow. The Evil Vegetto Jr. seemed to float in slow motion backwards, the sphere still present on his body as the sphere grew unstable with the second.
With a deafening explosion, that very sphere detonated in a MASSIVE wave of fiery red, orange and yellow energy away from Future Xenest, being about 8 to 10 meters high and wide near its starting point engulfing the Evil Vegetto Jr. completely! Brachi's eyes went wide as saucers and her jaw dropped in place, almost loosing her footing due to the intensity of the explosion and the wave itself. The Evil Vegetto Jr. was overwhelmed by the attack, being unable to defend himself against it, much less let out as something as a howl of agony as the wave ploughed through his body like a knife through butter. After about 15 seconds, the wave finally shrunk and dissipated and the Evil Vegetto Jr. was still alive, that was for certain... but he was SERIOUSLY injured, and the look on his face was one of shock, horror and disbelief!
"W... W - WHAT?! IMPOSSIBLE!" He proclaimed as he regained his footing, while Future Xenest defiantly marched towards him, his feet thumping on the ground, uttering the three words that would be the beginning of the Evil Jr's final downfall:
"This ends now!"
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"I know not of 'Dread Saiyans' but I do know Saiyans. You look like a night... Of tradgey has befallen you friend." Atama replied to Future Xenest as he wiped away a tear from his eye and his other hand hardened into a fist.
"I died... For my wife and country. To prevent myself from harming anyone. Taken over by a demon. My mind, my body, my heart. It was time to die, like a man."
"I died... For my wife and country. To prevent myself from harming anyone. Taken over by a demon. My mind, my body, my heart. It was time to die, like a man."
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