The Reality Vortex: The Black Rose

Spina turned his head slightly towards Brachi and Victor. Despite the harsh scolding from them and then powering up to stop him from killing Whis, the old Saiyan refused to back down.

It was only until Bernkastel spoke out that Spina bothered to listen in its entirely. His eyes followed the Witch’s movements when she approached him after trying to calm Brachi down. Throughout her explanation, not once Spina lowered his arm.

Clark readied himself in case Spina tried to do anything at this point. He noticed that Spina at least respects Bernkastel at some level, even if he thinks the Witch is kind of unhinged in describing, in explicit detail, of how she’d go about if someone stole her kill.

Once Bernkastel finished her piece and asked for an understanding, Spina furrowed his eyebrows. “Loud and clear.” He turned to Whis immediately—and his energy blast increased in terms of power. However, before anything could be done, Whis had already dispersed his attack. Whether or not Spina was going to back down or kill him anyways was unclear. What is clear—despite Spina respecting the Witch—there is a line where they do not see eye-to-eye.

“Hmph.” Spina clenched his fist. Whis’ apology further strengthens Spina’s overall disdain of even helping. These kinds of wasted statements, or empty words, were something that Spina absolutely loathes with all his being. But his moment of killing Whis came to pass and Saiyan held no reason to continue arguing or escalating.

Just as Whis started to explain some information regarding the two students, Spina had already walked off. He passed everyone without saying anything whatsoever before leaving the restaurant.

“Maybe he just needs sometime to cool off…” Clark turned to Coella. “Don’t let that guy get to you. I promise that all everyone,” He paused for a second, before changing the phrasing of his words. “Not everyone on the Breakers is like that.”

The Kryptonian let out a heavy sigh of relief that that problem was… somewhat resolved. He picked up Asher and dusted him off. “You okay, sport?” Overhearing Victor’s confusion regarding the subject matter Bernkastel brought up, Clark chimed in. “Well, to put it quickly since you’re new to the group. They’re something that the Breakers fought—Coin Hunter was a girl that really had it out for Bernkastel, while the Red King was trying to take over the world. I’ll fill you in on the deets once we figure out Whis’ issues, okay? Same with you, Coella, if that’s alright?” He smiled.

Clark’s smile disappeared once he felt the chilling presence creeping up on him once more. This time, it wasn’t Bernkastel… it was something else entirely. At least, he assumed it was Spina due to the nature of this “presence” ringing through. But it couldn’t be him… he had already walked away.

Once Whis finished and looked on for questions, Clark took a serious tone. “Whis. We didn’t hear a lick of what you just said. Something is going on here and I don’t like it.” He looks at the others. “I think we need to move before something happens.” He eyed Bernkastel, realizing that it can’t he her. Sure, she was acting really creepy but maybe Spina had a point. “Zenta, you sense that too, right?”
 
Brachi powered back down to base form after Whis had dispelled Spina's ki blast, but she, Bara and Dielec blinked at feeling that intense presence yet again, before recomposing themselves.

"Something's rotten in the state of Denmark, as a saying goes..." Brachi thought to herself, "I do not know who or what that presence was, but whatever it is, it can't be good... and what is with that condescending attitude anyway? Do they TRULY know us that wall to act like that? Or is it only based on the impressions we've left behind, without doing proper research into who we REALLY are? Either way, we have to get to the bottom of this and solve the whole issue once and for all... This whole thing is just one big fustercluck of madness ever since Bara, Dielec, Jize, Lady Gervene and I arrived here, and with the others and Lady Gervene gone as far as I know... if I find out who or what the cause behind of it all is, I swear to Lord Zen-Oh that we will bring the house down on the instigator one way or the other..."
 
Victor says with a bit of humor in his voice "I gest joining you lot for a free meal somehow got myself involved with what seems to be more and more impactful events to the vertex. " The creature starts to vanish, and victor dismisses the slime.

Victor thinks "something tells me that being effected by whatever that was means somehow I had gotten too deep."
 
Asher yelped loudly as he was headbutted by Spina, but before he could do anything, the older Saiyan had walked away. The youngster was left pouting, rubbing his forehead. Only until Clark came in to reassure him, he scoffed in annoyance from Spina’s actions.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” Asher turned to Avalon who was clutching his abdomen from the hit he took from Spina. “Maybe Avalon needs some help?”

As Asher and Avalon settled themselves from Spina’s assault, both gasped and shivered as they felt a mysterious aura seemingly approaching them. They glanced at Bernkastel for a moment before having mixed reactions. Asher, being new to the group, was unfamiliar to the fights and circumstances the Breakers usually went through. The boy was terrified of what was coming, nearly freezing in his spot.

Avalon took a deep breath, looking at Bernkastel then at Whis. He felt something was wrong, but he braced for whatever was coming their way.

Zenta, on the other hand, let out a small sigh before rising from his seat. His ears twitched slightly, as if trying to anticipate something. His fur began to stand on its ends ever so faintly. At this point, he was not paying much attention to Whis, but, rather, whatever might be coming their way.

“I did.” Zenta said calmly before standing closer to Asher and grabbing the scruff of his shirt. “Something is coming, Clark.”
 
Whis stared back at Clark with a bit of confusion, but after a brief reprieve, the angel began to piece together the issue at hand as the others expressed their concerns at an impending threat. Yet as he began to speak, his own attention diverted away from responding to Victor and Clark, looking up towards the ceiling.

Intense pressure began to build within the room; a massive presence of ki surging from a distance source making its way towards the group. The strange, ominous presence of the Dark Energy had waned completely, and instead, this new presence felt both familiar and foreign in its approach. In seconds, the powerful source was upon the group and the ceiling itself shattered downwards as stone and brick cascaded down onto the team from the explosive impact.




Once the dust cleared, a new figure had landed on the ground before the Breakers and allies gathered. He rose slowly to his feet, straightening out his posture. The Saiyan stood completely clad in the all too familiar gi of Vegetto; an identical copy of the Potara Fusion himself from head to toe. His raised smirk radiated such confidence familiar to the original, but lacked any doubts or uncertainty about who he is.

Even those unfamiliar with ki could instantly tell that the doppelganger was not the original; the new arrival was undoubtedly the mentioned Vegetto Black. His entire energy and presence felt...off...and those who could feel souls could tell that there was no occupant of the body itself. No aforementioned Zamasu that was piloting the body during the Doom Saga, or the actual soul of Vegetto like the original. Instead, a strange phenomenon stood before the cast: a body completely devoid of any spiritual being within. An empty husk, yet still filled with an ominous presence of pressure and strength. Similar to the daunting presence of a black hole, yet lacking any sort of connection to the Dark Energy that was felt just moments before.

Vegetto Black stood motionless for a brief moment, his eyes still dancing between the cast. A low scoff immediately escaped his mouth, and his hands slowly balled into fists while he stared Whis down in condescending smugness.

"I was hoping that you'd be a little harder to predict than this...but really? The Breakers?!"

Vegetto Black broke out into a small, disrespectful and humored chuckle while he shook his head. He dismissively waved his right hand towards the cast of gathered individuals, as if dismissing peasants like a spoiled king that found it amusing such lowly people would be the defense against his might.

"Go on now...you may all leave. I have no desire to waste my time with such a pitiful and irrelevant bunch of broken people. I'm here for him."

The doppelganger kept his stare trained on Whis completely, his smug and arrogant smirk strong. His attention never waned, not even extending the respect to even look at or acknowledge the Breakers' existence entirely after he issued his command to them. Such arrogant behavior could indicate that Vegetto Black was underestimating the cast of Breakers gathered; completely unaware of the new additions' capabilities and dismissive of their power as a true fatal mistake.

Or the doppelganger was hiding something beneath the surface; a reason to stand so sure and dismissive of the Breakers as a whole. A threatening presence still radiated from Vegetto Black as he stood poised, simply waiting for Whis or any other individual to make the first move or speak.
 
“That’s all the confirmation I need. Let’s—” However, Clark’s attempt to devise a plan with Zenta to leave the area never came to fruition. This person that Whis warned about had appeared before them. The Kryptonian swipes away any falling debris from hitting the Breakers, before taking on a battle stance.

“It was… you?” Clark was both confused and curious. The strange presence that clouded their minds while Whis spoke wasn’t consistent with Vegetto Black’s energy. If anything, Clark assumed, another person from her world would appear before them. Furthermore, straight away he could tell that Vegetto-Black was nothing like the one he knew before based on his mannerisms alone.

Vegetto Black was a constant boaster and never missed an opportunity to downplay everyone else, while playing up his godlike status. Here… the arrogance was there but to Clark, it was a different kind of arrogance. Despite his novice in Ki, he could tell that Vegetto Black was an entirely different person altogether. But that does not explain the dark energy that manifest itself earlier.

“This is what you been up too? I’ve always wondered what happened to us after the Doom battle.” Clark eyed Whis briefly, realizing that Black is one of the students he trained. “Listen, don’t know why you are trying to kill Whis…” Clark clenched his fists tightly after removing his tropical shirt. “But something tells me that you won’t listen to reason, Vegetto Black… or whoever you are... Zenta,” Clark called him out. “Let’s put him down.”

Clark let out a small shout, kicking up a storm of aura billowing around him. From there, Clark crouches down slightly in preparation to blast off towards the man. “Here I go—” A sudden flash of colors appeared all over the Kryptonian, completely engulfing his body entirely, causing him to disappear. “Huh?” He said, before vanishing.

Daiman, still posing as a lamp, was shaking in his boots. “W-what happened to Superman?!” He shook his head. “I need to get out of here… but Mooli… but that guy… I can tell he’s pretty strong!!” He struggles to decide what he should do.
 
Victor thinks as the creature behind victor stops vanishing and appear once more "Ok this is strange but for now this must be my life. Lest hope we can isolate this a fight just in case one brakes out."

The cat has never stop glowing.
 
Brachi, Bara and Dielec blinked as this Vegetto Black suddenly appeared and made his declaration to the Breakers, clearly intent on fighting Whis. Bara discreetly pointed her headtentacle forward as if to scan this intruder, blinking at what she felt.

"Why can't I feel any spiritual presence within him?" Bara then asked.
"What do you mean?" Brachi asked.
"This guy... He feels so different, as if he doesn't have a soul... is he artificial? Like Dielec?" Bara then asked.
"I doubt he's like me," Dielec said; "I have organic parts... but a bio-mechanical android that appears like a Saiyan fighter?"
 
“Oh, there goes Clark. Farewell, Clark.” Zenta deadpanned. However, the furry beast did take a quick glance around as if he was seeking something out.

“Ah.” Zenta shook his head once as he shifted his focus back to Whis and his rogue student. After hearing the conservation between Bara, Brachi and Dielec, the beast chimed in on his own. “Your assertion is correct. He lacks a soul—”

“No!” Avalon interrupted Zenta. “Vegetto has a twin brother?! Vegetto himself was bad, and Gogeta was somehow worse… but this? Is everyone from Vegetto’s world a bunch of psychos?” Avalon took no reaction from the man downplaying them—Vegetto already accomplished that on his own on the daily, so he was used to it. He placed a hand on his head and let out a sigh in sheer annoyance, rubbing his temple. “Maybe we should listen to Spina and sit this one out.”

“Heh,” Zenta let out a small chuckle. “Fortunately, this one is not related to Vegetto. Recall our conservation about body-snatchers. This is the one that Vegetto spoke of, Zamasu. He is in control of that body. I think he was the one responsible for Gogeta’s behavior during our time with the Xy’phers.” Zenta’s voice dropped slightly. “I wonder if Whis had a hand on that since he is training him. I digress.”

“Oh, yeah, I think I remember that.” Avalon felt a sense of relief, just a little, but still annoyed. “Wasn’t Zamasu talkin’ about how Gods are superior? I’m surprised he would subject himself to be trained by Whis of all things, if that was the case.”

“That is not Zamasu, not anymore.” Zenta said. “He lacks a soul. During my service with Dr. Doom, I have studied everyone’s energy for recognition purposes, including this one. The energy I am sensing now is different. It is an entirely new energy, an unusual one at that. It seems that the body manifested itself and is carrying out its own will. Interesting…”

Asher scratches his head in confusion. “Uh… I’m a bit confused, grandpa.”

“He is not the Zamasu as some claim nor Vegetto’s brother. It is simply a body moving on its own.” Zenta broke it down for him.

“Oh, like a zombie! If he’s a zombie, then I should whack his head, just like in the movies!” Asher said, hyping himself up. “I bet he’s strong, too! I can feel it in my bones! He’s dismissing us, so he has to be powerful!” Without hesitation, the young lad summoned his Ruyi Bang into his hand. “Let’s see if he’s as strong as he looks! You and me, pal! One on one! Get ready!”

Before Asher leaped forward towards Vegetto Black, Zenta easily grabbed his tail and yanked him back. He grew concerned, his attention never wavering from Vegetto Black. The last thing he wanted was for Asher to dive into a fight against an enemy he is unfamiliar with.

“No, Asher. This battle is far above your weight class.” Zenta warned. “You cannot fight him.”

“C’mon, Grandpa! That’s the point! I want to fight strong guys! You know he’s strong too, you worked with him!”

“Yes, he is strong, very much so.” Zenta chuckled once more. “However, I do not know where this type of arrogance is coming from for displaying such an attitude. From my understanding, he is one of the few in Dr. Doom’s crowd that was defeated—and Spina claims his defeat.”

The beast hardly took offense to Vegetto Black’s comments. Rather, his worry was that he was not the source of presence he felt earlier.

“Whis, this is one of your students, yes? Surely Vegetto Black alone is not enough to warrant such life-threatening injuries, especially on someone of your caliber, Whis.” Zenta said with a disappointed tone. His attention shifted from Vegetto Black to Whis, his tone dropping slightly. “Where is the other one?”
 
Looks like someone didn't want Clark getting involved after all, Bernkastel concluded, noticing Vortex Man had never returned to the restaurant. "Sorry Victor. We aren't exactly known for having a low-profile existence these days. You seemed to handle yourself fine for the most part in the tournament back there, so why don't we just call that a warm-up."

Bern tugged on Asher's sleeve towards herself and Zenta, keeping her eyes on Vegetto Black with a nauseated expression. "For now Asher, you just stay close. Whatever kind of trick it is, it can't control my actions at least. If it was just this thing, I wouldn't be opposed to retreating elsewhere, but whose handiwork was that?"

Mooli contemplated what to do next considering Whis's current condition and Daiman presently evading detection. Still tense, the muscles in her face relaxed realizing this wasn't the man who terrorized the Time Patrol; if the body was only as good as its physical ability, then it shouldn't be any harder than fighting the real Vegetto with Whis's teachings under her own belt. Yet her instincts told her something was off. Was it really just a husk?

Regardless, she'd rather not allow the other student to appear and make things all that more difficult even with the presence of so many fighters. She couldn't simply whisk both Daiman and Whis off to safety, as it would cut off vital information to the Breakers and restart the wild goose chase on top of putting Daiman in direct danger if Whis's pursuers were truly relentless. It seemed safer to just let Daiman blend in to the background for the time being. Whatever you do, don't move from that spot, buddy!

"Well, regardless of who's up to tussle, seeing as I'm his student, it goes without saying that it's a senior's job to discipline their unruly juniors when the teacher can't, you know?" Mooli humored Coella's earlier comment and adjusted her glasses before stepping forward, cracking her knuckles one-handed. "At least until the other flunkie decides to come out and play."
 
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