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Which story should I go with?
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The battle for Planet Frost; Dragonball Fanfiction
Topic Started: Jun 24 2012, 10:38 PM (1,102 Views)
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The night was cold. As cold as the dark, cloudy sky above. Raindrops pitter-pattered on hard concrete as soldiers marched through empty streets. They were a small taskforce, 3 men in total, no older then their 20s. They wore camouflage and carried knives and silenced blasters, clearly having no intention of waking up any loyalists.

Sneaking past a small outpost, they made their way onto the complex walls. They tossed large grappling ropes up onto the top of the smooth steel structure, latching on with with little difficulty. They climbed up, hiding behind the low of the wall as one of them peeked over and eyed the courtyard below. Just as planned, most of the guards were asleep, and the ones that where not were clear on the other side of the fort. They hopped down, silently walking down the stairway as the smallest member moved to the front.

They came to a door, the small one lifting up his right wrist revealing a small, metal band. He tapped the object quickly, a small, long metal device expanding from it. A small beam shot from it, melting the metal around the lock. The lock fell, hitting the floor with a soft clang as the group pushed there way into the building. What awaited them were groups of sleeping men, of all different races and ethnicitys. They snuck past them, being careful not to make any loud noises as they planted there payload. Once they were sure the weapons they had stuck were working properly, they hopped out the windows and went out the way they came in.

Then they ran. They ran as fast as they possibly could, down the streets and passed the outpost. An alarm sounded inside the complex, but it was too late. The leader pulled out a small detonator and pushed the button, the sound of thunder echoing down the skyscraper lined streets. They didnt know if it was the explosives or the rain storm, but at this point, the only thing on their minds was running.

Running, and the savory taste of another small victory for the rebellion.

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The Battle for Planet Frost
A fanfic/series by Kyle Croy


This story follows the events on Planet Frost, the capital planet of Planet Trade Organization, taking place after the events of the Cell Saga and before the Buu Saga. The fighting takes place between the Rebels and the Loyalists, both dead set on controlling the planet. The Loyalists operate from the main city, where Friezas Palace stands, a large, 2 story tall portal protruding from the center that constantly pumps out loyalists from the reaches of Friezas Empire. They are funded with the latest Weapons, Technology and Soldiers money can buy. The rebels, on the other hand, are funded by subtle means, other rivaling organizations who smuggle weapons and gear onto the planet. They arnt as nice by any means, but they are enough to the point where large scale conflicts constantly rage on the planet, like a full blown war.

Now, the way I want do this is with options. i would like your impute on what kind of story you would like, or at least one from these options.

Option A:

A story based thread on the lives of a few select soldiers/elites, with weekly chapters tossed in to update the war.

Option B:

A weekly Newspaper like storyline, with new events from a "neutral" point of view being released to the public. This will contain alot of the specifics of weapondry and armies, as well as major battle events.

Option C:

A story THREAD that others can help fuel. Because the battle is so big and so many options are available, I can set up some basic parameters for the planet/war and you can all go wild with stories.

Option D:

I write a weekly, chapter based story that involves the main cast of DBZ getting involved with Planet Frosts conflict. This conflict will involve an alternate storyline with inflated power levels and a secret "Data" project.

Option E:

Custom (Explain in post)

Also, I am a terrible person with grammar, so I apologize for any uses of Their instead of There, or where instead of were. Sorry! ^^'
Thanks, and I hope you enjoy!
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I decided, since nobody seemed to be posting, to add sections to a ministory each day untill I have at least 15 or more votes.


Today was the day. The day Masderi would finaly go out and prove his worth to his family. It was a long time coming, and the road was paved with many bumps, but, with his great training and his age he knew, deep down, he was ready to face whatever challenges he met in the ruins. The ruins. Section 3-AC of the city, where a large energy blast tore through the area years ago, in the early stages of the war. It was heavily contested with strong fighters, due to the sacred artifact hidden somewhere deep inside. The perfect place for Mas to prove his worth.

Masderi stood a mere 5'9, a small height for members of his race. He had the usual composition of a biped, 2 arms, 2 legs. 3 toes on each foot, with 4 fingers on each hand. His skin was a deep shade of red, and his hair, which was kept cut short and shaggy, was colored blue. A strange color scheme to some, but to his people, it was perfect. He did not care much for clothing. It got in the way, and was hot and sweaty. For that reason he did not wear a shirt, but rather, just wore a pair of long loose pants, perfect for the fighting he was going to be doing. He was trained to fight fast, move in quick and deadly. But at the same time, he knew that most combatants he would fight carried strong blasters, so he himself carried a large old fashioned Energy Rifle. It held six, powerful shots, lever action, and was known to jam quite a bit. Not good for what he was going to go up against, but it was all his poor family could get from the rebels. Along with this he kept 2 extra clips with him, as well as a power-bomb. This was more of a grenade, really, in the shape of a pear. It could be thrown with a timer on the side, which at default was set to 4 seconds. All of this equipment was held on a belt that kept his pants up, which indeed worked for the fast paced fighting that was sure to be going on in the ruins.


He traveled with 2 others, Luerri and Herri, his older brothers. Herri was a whopping 4 years older then Mas, and Lue followed close behind at 2 years older. They both carried the same outfit as him, except for Herri, who wore an automatic belt fed energy rifle, which he liked to carry a whopping 300 bullets for. Perfect for the large amounts of troops that the loyalists liked to send. Quantity of quality, as the motto went.

Their mission was simple; they were to go into the ruins and check on a small outpost they had lost contact with many days beforehand. It wasnt too risky, it was a low risk area of the ruins, not much fighting went on there. But they were told to still keep in mind that anything could happen, and as so went prepared. They rode in on a hover truck, the canopy hung over there heads, their eyes sore but prepared, watching through small holes in the cloth for any signs of movement. The truck was silent, its engine replaced with a more expensive, silent method of travel- Power Hover. The driver constantly focused his or her ki into keeping the truck moving, silently hovering across the city streets as long as he had power.

Suddenly, a shot rang out. It pinged harmlessly off the metal, as Lue ducked his head down. It shaved cloth from the top of the truck, as he gulped. "We have tree on de left side!" He whispered over to the the two. They waddled over to his side of the truck, poking there guns out the ports. Sure enough, three loyalists, armed with what looked like semi-automatic energy rifles, hid under the cover of old wooden pallets.

They were prepared. Now was the time for them to prove there worth. Now was the time to fight.



... To be continued.

Edited by Valor, Jun 27 2012, 12:44 PM.
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option D
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I voted for D. It was definitely the most interesting one out of the bunch.
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Bored today, so heres a little story while I wait for more votes. Cmon guys, lets reach 15!

"Full power energy.... HAAAAA!" The green man yelled as a massive orange wave of energy fired forth his 3 fingered hand. It raced down the avenue, street signs and sidewalk being ripped from the ground and tossed aside as the beam made its way towards its target. Valor simply cupped his hands held them up, catching the energy ray with surprising strength as the metal bridge moaned in strain below him.

"Auuuggghhhh" He let out as his body let forth stripes of electricity, showing his extreme increase in power. His hands suddenly ripped to his sides, the energy wave slashed down the middle as two separate less powerful beams flung off in opposite directions of his person, exploding in the distance. The green man stood in disbelief, taking a few steps back as he stared mouth wide open. "Th-that was my most powerful attack!" He shouted, eyes glaring.

"Not powerful enough." Valor muttered as he charged a purple orb about 3 feet in diameter in his hand. He gave a sickening grin as he let it loose forward, tearing through the already loose street as it made its way towards the green man. "Oh gods no!" He screamed as he tried to fly away. "Please no no n-" Was all he could finish as the ball of energy met with his back, causing his entire person to explode in a gory mess of pieces.
"Bingo." Valor said with a wicked laugh, turning off his scouter as he flew away from the scene. He checked his APDA, adding another kill to the already sizable list.



He landed back at the fortress. Cold Family Fortress... The very sight of this massive structure still made him shutter a bit. He passed through the magic barrier, holding his card close to him as he slid it in the Identity checker. A small beeping noise sounded as he passed through the gates, the guards standing at attention to the demon.

"Valor, Sir. Eden requests to see you in the throne room, sir." The guard said. He was dressed in the average loyalist uniform, with heavy, armored gear and a helmet that cycled his or her races natural environment. It was still quite confusing to a fighter like Valor, but he ignored thoughts like that in favor of his main objective.

He nodded to the guard and made his way inside the fortress, taking the elevator upwards. 10. 20. 30. 40. Valor counted the floors to himself as it rose to its destination: 300. The doors slid open and reveled the throne room. It was amazing, showing the true architecture and know how for building. Large, round pillars held up the massively tall roof. It led to a large throne, where a single man sat. Eden. He was one of the few surviving members of the cold family, and Valor knew better then to show any signs of disrespect around such an honored person. He shot down to one knee, lowering his head. "King Eden... You called for me sir?" He said in a quiet tone.

The shadowy figure pulled himself off of his throne, walking down to Valor. Today he wore a dark, decorated cloak, that hid his face, but the small figure could still be seen under it. "At ease..." He muttered in his chilling tone.

Valor stood up, relaxing a bit as Eden walked aside him and over to one of the large decorated window. "I called you here over an important matter... You have heard of the energy relay machine, I suppose?" He said as his head turned back towards Valor, still hooded.

"The energy relay machine, or ERM. Capable of destroying entire cities with one small shot of its beam. I know of it sir." He says quietly, looking over to Eden.

"And you have read a newspaper lately?" He inquired, looking back out over his kingdom.

"No sir. Why, has something happened?" He asked, swallowing hard.

"Yes... It seems the rebels took it under the gauze of night. I need that machine. And I want you to take it back for me." He growled as he turned back to Valor.

Short and simple. Valor expected this as he nodded quietly. "I shall sir."

"Do you even know where it is, Valor?" He asked, a bit annoyed.

Valor blinked. He was ashamed to say that he didn't, and gulped before letting it out. "N-n-no sir. No I do not." He said quietly under his breath. This could be his end, right here. Eden had no patience for idiots, and he just showed himself to be one.

Eden simply snickered. "Typical. I will have one of the technicians send your APDA a map. Do not disappoint me, Valor. Consider this a chance to redeem yourself for the pathetic performance you showed at the battle of Capricorn." He finished with a slight growl, before returning towards his throne. "Dismissed."

Valor quickly shot out of the room, into the elevator as he slammed on the ground floor button. Eden knew for a fact there was nothing he could have done at Capricorn, he just used it as an excuse to get him in a rustle. He spat on the floor, clenching his fists as the elevator reached floor 150.

To be continued!
Edited by Valor, Jul 1 2012, 10:56 AM.
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OOoOoO looks like Valor is taking too much crap. I see him turning on this Eden freak. I wonder what his power level is?

It is really well done, but at some parts it got confusing on who you were talking about when you were referring to the green man. It's probably because I didn't read the first part, but I promise I'll keep reading the rest.
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((Thanks, glad you liked it!))


Ground floor. The doors opened with a soft chink, as he walked back into the lobby. On Edens command, it was to be adorned to show beauty. Long vines and waterfalls shot off the sides of the building, to give it a "fancy" look. Valor never understood this concept, as, they were at war, but, some worked in different ways under stress, so he was taught.

He headed to the mess hall for a bite to eat. Although demons tended not to get hungry, most food on Planet Frost was laced with a mineral that restored ki over time, and encouraged energy growth. He pulled a piece of fruit off the food cart and flashed his ID to the person manning it. He walked over to a free table, taking a seat across from some unsavory fellows.

J-Squad. Oh, Valor certainly disliked them. Edens personal lapdogs, they each shared the same post at second in command, right below Eden himself. They were all bark and no bite, at only 20,000 PL each, they had nothing to brag about. What they lacked in power, however, they made up for in there independent skills... Each one had a particular power that could easily defeat anyone who challenge them. From warping to ki manipulation, it was clear they were no push overs by any means, even if there tiny power levels stated other wise.

Valor was about to get up when the youngest member of the 7 man squad, Calek, spoke up. "Oh hey there Valor, where you heading off too?" He spoke in a raspy, old voice. Calek was the youngest in terms of time there, at only 3 months, but the oldest living member at 740 years old. His ability? Regeneration. He had to keep his looks up somehow, and his regeneration didn't even weaken him.

"As far away from you as possible..." Valor Growled, taking another bite out of his fruit.

"Aww, hear that boys, he don't wanna sit with us. We must be big bad bullies eh?" Gronad said. Gronad was the 3rd of the members, and easily the largest at 8 feet tall. His ability? Strength, of course. He could lift up a 10 story building without breaking a sweat, though, his power was mostly used to easily tank ki blasts for the other members.

Valor turned his head towards them and spat a seed onto the ground. He was starting to like doing that. "Don't you have something to be doing?" He asked. Although J-squad was high in command, they, like Valor, were usually given more missions then anyone else."

They shut up suddenly from there small cackle, before creeping there way around and out of the mess hall, like roaches when the light turns on. Valor moved back to his seat and finished his fruit as he waited for his mission objectives.


((Sorry for the short part today, im feeling pretty tired ^^'))
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Rainwater gushed from the sky as lightning streaked across the clouds like clock work.
Gohan stood alone in a puddle, yellow lightning cackling along his body, in his super Saiyan 2 form. His clothes were ripped, half shredded, the result of many ki blasts from the last clash he had. Blood dripped down his chin, staining what was left of the clothing that piccolo had given him.

In front of him stood a stunned demon in blue clothing, eyes wild with wonder, black energy streaks coming from above his head down to his feet. The demon seemed relatively unharmed, aside from a nasty mark on his left cheek.

They both stood, about 30 feet away from one another, when suddenly, a damaged piece of building fell behind Gohan. A lot of things happened in the 3 seconds it took for the 2 ton slab of building to hit the ground. Gohan calculated. Valor read his scouter. Eyes darted back and forth.

But the second it hit, they were both gone in a flash. Faster then the speed of light, both parties met midway across the battlefield, and by the time a smoke cloud had appeared from the rubble, a fist was already thrown, and a angry Gohan swinging a right hook that met directly with Valors damaged cheek. And then, a bright flare.


Valors eyes shot open as he looked around. His APDA beeped and flashed, a small voice shouting "Alert, alert. Message Received. Message Received." loud enough for the entire mess hall to hear. He stood up and walked outside, flicking open the wrist device and reading the message. It was from command. Mission objectives. Attached was a map, and coordinates to the complex he was to go to, as well as an additional 500 credits, or Edens, as the great leader himself named them.

He downloaded the data to his scouter and turned it on, small orbs pinpointing areas of interest. He decided to head to the shop, about 6 miles away from his location, where he could gather some weapons and possible upgrades. He tossed what was remaining of his fruit on the floor and flew off, shooting across the city at near supersonic speeds.

He landed in front of shop in only a few seconds, huffing up and making his way inside. It was a low hanging ceiling, and Valor could barely fit through the door. The inside was alot taller, still small for him as he examined the racks of weapons and armor. 3000 shot, 20000 shot, nothing above 100k shot on the entire rack of weapons. Clearly this was surplus, or home defense. Not what Valor was looking for. He walked up to the gunsmith, flashing his ID. The gunsmith stared at him wide eyed, before quickly opening the back room for him.

"Well well well, what do we have in here..." Valor muttered, watching the gunsmith open up a crate. Inside were small revolver type weapons, with different numbers and brands on each. He pulled out a blueish one, a Dx-50B model. Dx stood for Del Xeor, the brand, and 50B stood for the power in each shot, 50,000,000,000. This was a weapon made from the planets great rift crystals. He grinned wickedly, rolling the barrel idly. "How much." He said, looking down at the gunsmith.

"T-ten thousand sir." The gunsmith remarked, gulping.

Ten thousand. That would be a hole in his pocket. He only had two hundred thousand credits in total. He growled, flipping open his APDA and tapping a transfer funds button. The gunsmith smiled, passing Valor the holster, before returning to the front. Valor attached the holster inside of his coat, before concealing his weapon and walking out of the store. He was ready now. And his mission goal was only a block away.
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