Post by oooo on Jun 23, 2020 8:04:49 GMT
A massive fortress floated through the depths of space, it was larger than even a solar system and what strange machinery powered it was unknown. Its surface was encrusted with asteroids and small planetoids that had collided with it millennia ago, it’s appearance was like some massive turtle that had retracted into the safety of its shell. The inside of this behemoth was completely dark and hollow, save for a small pyramid similar in size to Giza that floated in the centre of it. And like a Russian doll, there was another similar sized pyramid inside of that one. This one housed labyrinthine rooms, shuttered in darkness and covered in thick walls of dust that signalled no one had stepped into them for a very long time. However, this pyramid was not entirely destitute for some of these rooms had their light sources on and showed signs of having been cleaned. A blue man, with white hair and a pompous suit walked through these well maintained rooms, he carried a staff in his right hand and seemed utterly at ease. His journey took him into a large cylindrical room, where strange gems floated through the air and in the centre of it was a small bed that hovered above an abyss. In this bed was a strange fish like man who wore purple pyjamas, he snored happily and seemed to enjoy his sleep.
The blue man, sighed and spun his staff before he tapped it against the ground. The sound it made had hit a particular rhythm and one by one all the gems in the room responded with an explosion. The fish man in his bed merely grumbled and turned in his bed to avoid facing this figure. The figure sighed, “Oh dear me, if you are to oversleep and miss something important, then I would blame myself forever. For you would blame me, despite having promise you’d wake up in time.”
The fish man merely grumbled a half intelligible reply, he was not interested in any of this blue man’s words. He just wanted to sleep. The blue man sighed and shook his head, “Oh dear me, as your servant I must follow your orders for the benefit of yourself. If you do not get up right this moment, I will simply have to sing.” He said as a microphone appeared in his spare hand, “I know how much you enjoy my singing,” he said as he brought it up to his lips. He began to sing into the mic and the sound was so awful that the fish man reacted in audible pain, as his senses were audibly assaulted.
“I’m up! I’m up! I’m up!” He said as he tried to sit up. He’d groan and fly to the lip of the abyss, where his servant stood. “You didn’t sing though, that’s just too far.” He said somewhat irritable to him.
“I find that it is the only thing that can get you up, besides I fancy myself to be quite the singer!” His servant said cheekily, he’d make the microphone vanish.
“Yeah, yeah.” The fish man said. The next few minutes, he would properly dress himself in the ancient attire of his profession. That of the Destroyer. After which, his servant prepared him a meal as he waited in a large cooking area that was well lit and displayed a stupendous amount of gold ornaments. His servant came back into the room, in his right hand was a large strange stewed fish on a golden platter which he placed it in front of his master. His master picked up his golden utensils and began to eat.
“What reason could you have had to wake me so early, Whis? Did I not say that I need at least 300 years of sleep to be at my best?” He asked his servant, rather pointedly in fact.
“If you were to sleep for 300 years, you would miss this news. A fighter has revealed himself to be stronger than even the angels themselves.” Whis said, he’d tap his staff against the golden floor and a small mirror floated in the air. It broadcasted the Tournament of Power at its zenith, a strange silver haired warrior stood there and he easily overpowered a dragon like man.
“Son Gohan is his name, with this strange form of his he has overpowered even King Rajaion, those strength is said to rival even us angel’s.” Whis said to his master, “Unfortunately, Gin he could not keep up this power and thus was defeated.” The next image showed Gohan dropping out of this white haired form and being knocked out of bounds.
“That form, it looks similar to Ultra Instinct.” Gin said as he looked at this Son Gohan.
“That is because, it is a form of Ultra Instinct, in the heat of battle it has evolved into this new state.” Whis explained to Gin, “Your former angel taught it to Son Gohan, I do not entirely know why.”
“Ah, Jiren,” Gin remarked as he heard that name, “a disappointing memory for me. But continue, where is this Son Gohan now?” He asked Whis.
“After his defeat he was auctioned at the end of the tourney and brought by Angel Raguel, for what I believe is 20 trillion credits.” Whis explained to Gin, “I observed what happened next and saw Raguel disappear from all imperial charts along with his prize.”
“Whis, you would not be telling me this if he was simply eaten by Raguel’s Destroyer. Your ability, Eye Spy followed Raguel whoever he went.” Gin stated.
“That is true my lord, I waited for a proper time to wake you up, after I was certain that Gohan had not been devoured.” Whis admitted to Gin.
“Well what are we waiting for then? A curious oddity awaits me, one which is a product of my own very teachings.” Gin would walk to Whis’s back and place his hand on his back. Whis tapped his staff against the ground and the two of them disappeared. Whis's power took them through the fabric of space and time, towards Raguel it would take an hour at most for them to arrive.
...
"Yes, it is I Raggy. The pet you had when you were a kid." Scoobs admitted to Shaggy. "When you were but a boy, Raggy I was taken by the infinite empire and over the years I became one of their greatest warriors."
...
Astolfo looked surprised as Nahaliel appeared on top of him, he'd throw his sword up to parry it but it would break his stamina and leave him open.
...
"Pathetic." Zamasu said through slitted teeth, he'd bring his blade to Renning's and with his spare hand fire a Ki blast at him.
The blue man, sighed and spun his staff before he tapped it against the ground. The sound it made had hit a particular rhythm and one by one all the gems in the room responded with an explosion. The fish man in his bed merely grumbled and turned in his bed to avoid facing this figure. The figure sighed, “Oh dear me, if you are to oversleep and miss something important, then I would blame myself forever. For you would blame me, despite having promise you’d wake up in time.”
The fish man merely grumbled a half intelligible reply, he was not interested in any of this blue man’s words. He just wanted to sleep. The blue man sighed and shook his head, “Oh dear me, as your servant I must follow your orders for the benefit of yourself. If you do not get up right this moment, I will simply have to sing.” He said as a microphone appeared in his spare hand, “I know how much you enjoy my singing,” he said as he brought it up to his lips. He began to sing into the mic and the sound was so awful that the fish man reacted in audible pain, as his senses were audibly assaulted.
“I’m up! I’m up! I’m up!” He said as he tried to sit up. He’d groan and fly to the lip of the abyss, where his servant stood. “You didn’t sing though, that’s just too far.” He said somewhat irritable to him.
“I find that it is the only thing that can get you up, besides I fancy myself to be quite the singer!” His servant said cheekily, he’d make the microphone vanish.
“Yeah, yeah.” The fish man said. The next few minutes, he would properly dress himself in the ancient attire of his profession. That of the Destroyer. After which, his servant prepared him a meal as he waited in a large cooking area that was well lit and displayed a stupendous amount of gold ornaments. His servant came back into the room, in his right hand was a large strange stewed fish on a golden platter which he placed it in front of his master. His master picked up his golden utensils and began to eat.
“What reason could you have had to wake me so early, Whis? Did I not say that I need at least 300 years of sleep to be at my best?” He asked his servant, rather pointedly in fact.
“If you were to sleep for 300 years, you would miss this news. A fighter has revealed himself to be stronger than even the angels themselves.” Whis said, he’d tap his staff against the golden floor and a small mirror floated in the air. It broadcasted the Tournament of Power at its zenith, a strange silver haired warrior stood there and he easily overpowered a dragon like man.
“Son Gohan is his name, with this strange form of his he has overpowered even King Rajaion, those strength is said to rival even us angel’s.” Whis said to his master, “Unfortunately, Gin he could not keep up this power and thus was defeated.” The next image showed Gohan dropping out of this white haired form and being knocked out of bounds.
“That form, it looks similar to Ultra Instinct.” Gin said as he looked at this Son Gohan.
“That is because, it is a form of Ultra Instinct, in the heat of battle it has evolved into this new state.” Whis explained to Gin, “Your former angel taught it to Son Gohan, I do not entirely know why.”
“Ah, Jiren,” Gin remarked as he heard that name, “a disappointing memory for me. But continue, where is this Son Gohan now?” He asked Whis.
“After his defeat he was auctioned at the end of the tourney and brought by Angel Raguel, for what I believe is 20 trillion credits.” Whis explained to Gin, “I observed what happened next and saw Raguel disappear from all imperial charts along with his prize.”
“Whis, you would not be telling me this if he was simply eaten by Raguel’s Destroyer. Your ability, Eye Spy followed Raguel whoever he went.” Gin stated.
“That is true my lord, I waited for a proper time to wake you up, after I was certain that Gohan had not been devoured.” Whis admitted to Gin.
“Well what are we waiting for then? A curious oddity awaits me, one which is a product of my own very teachings.” Gin would walk to Whis’s back and place his hand on his back. Whis tapped his staff against the ground and the two of them disappeared. Whis's power took them through the fabric of space and time, towards Raguel it would take an hour at most for them to arrive.
...
"Yes, it is I Raggy. The pet you had when you were a kid." Scoobs admitted to Shaggy. "When you were but a boy, Raggy I was taken by the infinite empire and over the years I became one of their greatest warriors."
...
Astolfo looked surprised as Nahaliel appeared on top of him, he'd throw his sword up to parry it but it would break his stamina and leave him open.
...
"Pathetic." Zamasu said through slitted teeth, he'd bring his blade to Renning's and with his spare hand fire a Ki blast at him.