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Real World, Japan Sea
"I hope this works," Shallot said.
Before him stood such a massive body of water, measuring at least two hundred feet tall in height. The blue sea shimmered and waved, appearing cold and desolate below its mysterious depth. It was his own work, using the Kamehameha wave to escape the deepest of the sea before his lungs collapsed.
It had came back to bite him. Hard.
No doubt that giant tsunami --the largest that he'd ever saw-- would swallow everything up and then some. Yokohama would be under sea, its residents completely unprepared for the onslaught of torrential weather.
Shallot dipped down on the sand. It was wet, his shoes sinking into the softness. His hands splayed, bent at the tips while he maneuvered them behind him.
"Ka...
Me...
Ha...
Me...
Haaa...!"
He released his power with the God form covering him, red hair blazing along with his body, and pushed it out towards the wall. At the last moment before release his hands split wide. It was a move he'd copied from Rhuda, but well worth the effort.
As his hands splits so did the Kamehameha wave, going off to create a perimeter of containment. The now harmless waters crashed into his blast, fueled by his gathered strength, and fell away from wince it came.
Shallot wiped his brow. "...Damn. That could have gone badly."
A loud clapping began behind him. "Bravo! Bravo! Great show, Shallot! Or is it Shiroui?"
Shallot startled a bit, turning to see Fu there. "Fu, huh. I guess you've been tailing me for awhile."
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Xenoverse - Gohans Home, Orange City
Gohan stretched his arms out and wheeled away. "Whew! That was a lot. At least it's done for today," he said. Gohan collected his cups, snack wrappers, and opened the door---
Bam!
He'd hit Chisato, the ceramic mugs shattering from impact.
"Oh! Gohan, I'm sorry--Here, let me--Ano--" Chisato and Gohan both fumbled over who should grab what, until their continued bumping hands resulted in too many accidental touches. With a chuckle, Gohan said, "I'll get them. It's alright."
Gohan left the hallway with his armful of trash. Behind him was Chisato, who looked like a cute little puppy following him. Once he'd thrown the items away he gave her a proper look.
His mate had been crying her eyes out about something. That was obvious. The redness around her green eyes was prominent, and as she fidgeted with something to say, he gently pulled her to him. "Hey. I'm sorry, you came to my office for a reason. Let me guess...Trunks, he's gone?"
Chisato burst into tears.
It lasted for a time. She swept her eyes and took all of Gohans gentle comfort. "I feel like I haven't seen him in so long. First it was Shallot, and now Trunks! Gohan....oh, what will I do without both of my husbands?"
"Er...that really is a pickle. Do you know where they went?" Gohan asked.
"No. Shallot didn't say much...." Chisato sighed. Her mind drifted off to what she had wanted to do; being Shallot's mate to make up for their wedding being erased. She thought about him for quite a while, until Gohan tucked her to him.
"It's alright, beautiful. I'm here. I mean, I can't replace them, you know, but..." Gohan gulped.
Her scent was already doing crazy things to him again. He didn't understand why it was stronger than before, as things hadn't changed that much. Or had they?
"Chisa, are you in heat?" He blurted.
"H-Heat? Gohan, w-what are you talking about?" Chisato asked.
"Sorry. It's uh, nothing. Just a hunch."
They shared a lovers embarrassed gaze.
It was obvious forbidden their love wasn't something normal. From the beginning, Gohan had known she was different. Special. Then there was the strange energy at every touch.
Gohan needed answers.
"Chisa?" He asked, "Can I kiss you? I want to try something."
"Y-Yes. Ano...of course."
His lips met hers, pulled away, and met again. That spark from before had charged even higher. Gohan leaned forward and forget himself in pleasure of her touch. From the middle of the dining room, to the living room Gohan led her, and after they'd sat down he kissed her knuckles.
"Gohan...you and I---we haven't--" she began to say.
He knew what she meant.
'No, we haven't had sex. At least...not consciously.'
"I don't think it's a good idea. You're still healing, and--" the sharp cry of a baby echoed. Their conversation would have to wait until later, after Kolard had been saw to.
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Conton City - Time Nest
"Trunks, are you sure?" Chronoa asked.
Trunks nodded. "I really feel that this will help. Not just me, but all of us. If there's any way to prevent disaster, I have to do everything I can."
The tiny supreme Kai of Time, Chronoa, drummed her fingers on her crossed arm. She looked over to Elder Kai, who shrugged. "I say let him go. He wants to make the world a better place. I don't see why not." Said the old Kai.
'That's right. My instructions were clear. Go to the real world, make a barrier, and...'
Trunks looked up at the many moons of the Time Nest. He had no idea how long it would take him to do, even with the blueprints the King of Time had provided. Afterward would be the save game watch, which he'd need to get from Shallot. All that was left were to make the Time Patrol a thriving place of residence in the real world, and train to be the first Supreme Kai there.
Which meant Trunks was off to find and help Shallot, as well as locate the Red Dragon Balls before Game Master used them. The BETA which Game Master would release soon would bring with it a whole slew of problems that Trunks wanted to avoid at all costs.
Even if it meant leaving the loves of his life.
"Thanks, Elder Kai." Trunks bowed.
"Hmm, you might want to go see your sweetheart." Elder Kai said. He stroked his beard, "If it was me, I wouldn't want to leave a beauty like her behind!"
"R-Right. I'll do that. But, uh, I don't exactly get a choice in this. I can't bring Chisato there until everything is fixed. It isn't safe for her, or for Tie." Trunks explained with a wave of his hand.
Chronoa gave him a sympathetic look. "Good luck out there, Trunks. The future is in your hands."
It wasn't the first time Trunks had the future in his hands.
He just hoped he was able to handle it.
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Real World, Yokohama, Japan
Fu crossed his duel blades at Shallot and said, "Coordinates set!"
"Oh hell no!"
Shallot zipped away, barely avoiding his energy being taken. He shot a few blasts at Fu who dodged them all with a crazy laugh.
'Where'd he come from? Damnit!'
Their battle began. Shallot had the upper hand for the most part, but couldn't out wit Fu forever. Much to Shallots' relief, a certain grumpy Kai arrived. Fu paused from his Super Demon form, purple blades oozing charged energy, and saw Zamasu. The green skinned Kai looked down on Shallot and Fu with a deep wrinkle in his silver eyebrows.
"Zamasu, hey, how's it going?" Fu asked. He jumped back to keep both of them in view.
"It's about damn time I get backup! Where's Marisa and Reimu, huh?" Shallot demanded.
With a wave of his hand Zamasu said, "They're too busy to play with you. Tch, Fu, I look forward to your downfall."
Fu seemed to like that. He giggled. "Really? A Kai, having a grudge?"
"Hn. Be that as it may....I have better things to do than have idle chat. Shiroui," Zamasu said, "Your backup will be here soon."
The waves rolled up, smacking the back of Shallot's legs. It was cold. He was wondering just what sort of backup Zamasu was meaning, when Fu began attacking Zamasu.
'I have to help!'
Shallot held Fu at bay long enough for Zamasu to take his save watch and vanish. That left Shallot alone once more and running low of stamina. Fu, however, looked ready to go for another round, with his white hair spiked straight up in the style of a super saiyan.
Fu let loose his swords in a flurry of movement too fast to see, cutting through the air itself.
'The...fabric of...reality is--'
Shallot was being sucked, deep, deep into the abyss of blackness created by Fu's slices. He definitely didn't want to go into that black hole, and watched in horror as the ocean was eaten by it.
"No...way..."
Fu chuckled. "I honestly have no clue where this will take you. Maybe oblivion? Let's find out! This will be fun!"
"How about no." Shallot charged his power and shot a Kamehameha wave at the base of that hole. It was sucked inside, swirling.
'Shit shit shit! Zamasu, you'd better get your sorry ass back here!'
Rhuda name are nice.
R Reliable.
H Helpful.
U Unique.
D Daring.
A Artistic.
Some time her feeling are down same time she never give up that make care about her team mate and love one that make her special.
Trunks most awesome here even he weak or not he always find solve problem each fight even in anime and manga story
I can't blame them for dislike Shallot he always danger his team mate at least he feel sorry about it now
For Rhuda name we had own different taste about it if other dislike never mind them
That your picture is beautiful
Thanks for chapter