Post by Rand al'Thor on Mar 15, 2023 19:40:33 GMT
"And the final semi-final bout is Son Goku versus Tien Shinhan!" the announcer yelled.
Goku grinned and stepped up onto the arena. "Well, it's just like old times, Tien. Feels a lot like the World Martial Arts Tournament back then. You won one and I won one. I guess it's only fair that we had one more fight."
. . .
"One for the King of the North." The crimson-skinned demon slashed her palm, spilling blood into a large golden goblet. "One for the Queen of the South." This time she slashed the middle of her arm, the same red blood dripping down. "One for the King of the East." She cut across the same wound previously. "One for the Queen of the West." This time she sliced across the wound on her palm. "And one . . . for the Demon King who has fallen." This time, she drove the knife from shoulder point to palm and let loose a long stream of blood.
"The Demon King has long since abandoned us," the Demon Priestess said. "And now, he has faded unto death. It was thought that he would be brought to Hell, our former prison, but instead . . . he has been placed into Heaven and redeemed. An unexpected and disgusting turn of events."
She lifted the goblet and handed it to a red-cloaked figure to the left her. "And now, we will strengthen ourselves. The Demons shall supplant the Earth and the rest of the universe. Our return is imminent." She turned around and nodded to the cloaked figure. He approached a large black dragon in slumber. Laying before him were seven red orbs with black stars on them. The Dragon Balls.
The red-cloaked figure took a large knife from his side and began carving a large gash into the dragon's palm. A large waterfall of blood poured into the goblet and it was returned to the Priestess. She lifted the goblet and took a sip of the liquid. She smiled as it flowed through her veins, joining her flesh.
"Drink," she said. "Royals of the Demon Realm. Drink and become what Dabura once refused."
A low rumbling voice then came from behind. "And what is it you wish for, Dara the Demon Priestess."
Dara turned, smiling as she met the crimson eyes of the large dragon. "Join the realms. The Demon Realm. The Realm of the Living. And the Realm of the Dead. This, is what I wish of you, Fengan the Lich Dragon."
The dragon growled and nodded. "This . . . will take some time, but it shall be done. Your wish . . . has been granted."
Goku grinned and stepped up onto the arena. "Well, it's just like old times, Tien. Feels a lot like the World Martial Arts Tournament back then. You won one and I won one. I guess it's only fair that we had one more fight."
. . .
"One for the King of the North." The crimson-skinned demon slashed her palm, spilling blood into a large golden goblet. "One for the Queen of the South." This time she slashed the middle of her arm, the same red blood dripping down. "One for the King of the East." She cut across the same wound previously. "One for the Queen of the West." This time she sliced across the wound on her palm. "And one . . . for the Demon King who has fallen." This time, she drove the knife from shoulder point to palm and let loose a long stream of blood.
"The Demon King has long since abandoned us," the Demon Priestess said. "And now, he has faded unto death. It was thought that he would be brought to Hell, our former prison, but instead . . . he has been placed into Heaven and redeemed. An unexpected and disgusting turn of events."
She lifted the goblet and handed it to a red-cloaked figure to the left her. "And now, we will strengthen ourselves. The Demons shall supplant the Earth and the rest of the universe. Our return is imminent." She turned around and nodded to the cloaked figure. He approached a large black dragon in slumber. Laying before him were seven red orbs with black stars on them. The Dragon Balls.
The red-cloaked figure took a large knife from his side and began carving a large gash into the dragon's palm. A large waterfall of blood poured into the goblet and it was returned to the Priestess. She lifted the goblet and took a sip of the liquid. She smiled as it flowed through her veins, joining her flesh.
"Drink," she said. "Royals of the Demon Realm. Drink and become what Dabura once refused."
A low rumbling voice then came from behind. "And what is it you wish for, Dara the Demon Priestess."
Dara turned, smiling as she met the crimson eyes of the large dragon. "Join the realms. The Demon Realm. The Realm of the Living. And the Realm of the Dead. This, is what I wish of you, Fengan the Lich Dragon."
The dragon growled and nodded. "This . . . will take some time, but it shall be done. Your wish . . . has been granted."