=An Unknown Planet: Age Unknown=

"No... mo more... please." A slightly demonic looking creature said as it scooted its way backwards towards a tree in a dense forest. A trail of blood leaking from its ripped off leg. Its horns were unnaturally bent, the tips chipped off. Its skin orange, a small tail spouted out from behind it. Its spade chopped in half. If it were to stand up it would only come up to about five feet. It had a row of three horns focused mainly on the center of the forehead. In front of this creature however seemed to be something of a higher order. One very similar to that of the being inside of Squall.

"God of Sadism you said? I'm afraid the rightful owner of that title; no, that birthright has come to see if it holds true. You see, I was the God of Sadism long before you, or any "deity" decided to try to take that. It hurts you know..." A lash of a whip found its mark across the demonic being's cheek. Cutting it deep.

"You didn't even bother to try to challenge me for it, you'd much rather just stayed blissfully ignorant of my existence. I suppose I could simply let that foul go..." The being leaned until its face was in front of the demonic being's.

"But then I wouldn't exactly be upholding my birthright's decree now would I?" The being moved away from the demon's face, and laughed a laughter laced with a feminine beauty to it. An almost seductive drop mixed in. The whip seemed to have found its way around the demon's throat. Choking it, leaving it gasping for air as it was dragged through the air effortlessly towards the self-proclaimed first Sadism God. The God found its hand on the handle of the whip. Putting its free hand on the back of the demon's head. Tugging backwards on the handle before yanking backwards. Causing the demon's eyes to bulge out.

"I'm going to like messing with you, a fun toy you shall be. Of Ultimecian control too, that just makes the punishments two fold. You see, us Ancient Gods as you are unaware of are a sort of balancing act for the Chaos in the universe. A small bit of a pop quiz. How does one combat unorder and unpredictability?" The demon tried to answer but all that came out was choked air. The God shook its head, yanking back further and causing the demon's face to turn purple.

"The sound of choked agony, while flattering, is unfortunately not the answer. It is actually well advised order specifically placed across the time-stream to attempt to stop Chaos wherever it may spring up. I may not be a teacher, but I think it's time for a small break. Wouldn't you say?" The God said as the whip removed itself from existence. The Demon thought to attempt to escape but was instead met with a bladed heel in its last remaining leg, immobilizing it. The Demon; distraught, took matters into its own hands. Attempting to claw at its own neck to avoid its foreseeable future as a torturer's play-toy.

"That just will not do you sick little puppy, oh no." Restraints made of pure magic energy binded the Demon's arms to behind its back, its shoulders showing visible strain as its arms were forced so far behind its back and beyond that the rest of the arms simply dislocated from the shoulder.

"Enough dammit..." A new figure said as it landed in front of the God. Its status similar to it. From what could be seen the being had protruding red eyes of shifting patterns. A large ethereal War-hammer sticking out from its back. Its body seemingly formed from years of hardcore training at only the most brutal of training conditions mortality could not offer. Its skin was coloured red. Its shoulder length straight hair jet black. Wearing armour engraved with markings in a language currently indecipherable.

"Well my oh my, if it isn't the God of Wrath. Fancy seeing you here."

"Cut the crap Hira... Hurry up and kill the damn thing already, the longer it remains alive the more chance it has of infecting this entire planet with its filth. I've already had to destroy the past two dimensions we've been in because you can't get off without torturing your enemies." Wrath said with a voice full of masculinity, as if he washed his mouth with gravel to give himself a deep voice that spoke with an unfaltering fluidity.

"You are no fun..." Hira said as she drove her bladed heel into the ground next to the now unconscious Demon's neck, Then with an ease comparable to a hot knife through butter sliced through and removed the neck and up from the body below. Wrath shook his head as he grunted, displeased with Hira taking so long to kill the Ultimecian. Wrath put his hand above the Ultimecian's dead carcass, from its body shot forth purple magic that purified into a white magic as it entered Wrath's body. His eyes lighting up in intensity as he absorbed the essence. A small outline of white surrounding his body as the essence became accustomed to its new home.

*CRACK! CLINK!*

The sound of Hira's whip cracking and making contact, as well as getting stuck in Wrath's armour reverberated throughout the forest. Wrath had a look of reserved anger on his face as he reached behind him, grabbed the whip, and yanked Hira into his open hand. Grabbing a handful of her cloak as the force of his gaze pierced through what covered her face, and struck her eyes, as well down to her very being.

"ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLs***!!!" He shouted at her, however, his gaze had caused her to shutdown. Rendering her unconscious for the time being, for this was Wrath's main strength. His eyes. Wrath eyes as they were known. He had only shown one of the many things he could do with them. Hira was lucky for her strength and status, surely those of lesser positions would find their minds melted and rendered useless. He found himself shaking his head as he raised her onto his shoulder and put his hand forward. A rip in the dimension forming in front of him to what seemed like beautiful green pastures and sunshine showing on the otherside. He stepped inside to where he could lay her down to rest in their home dimension.

=Capsule Corp Space Ship; Age: Present=

The time is coming near Kakarrot, while you've been taking it easy training with someone who must catch up to your power. I've been making leaps in progress, I've even found a way to break the third wall the Saiya-jins are limited by. I will fight you Kakarrot, and I will defeat you...

Vegeta said as he sat up on his bed. Looking out now towards the vast expanse of space that was dark outside of the rip.

"I need to find someone to train and pass on my knowledge... I don't have forever Kakarrot... and neither do you..." The image pans out as the spaceship speeds out towards Vegeta's destination, Earth. A short distance away, a few days. Vegeta has been spending his last few months training to not break his limits in what he was restricted to previously, but instead use his ki manipulation talent to find a new transformation. A new source of power to call on. No longer would he be second best to the overtly relaxed Goku. Vegeta had surpassed a wall he was certain Goku had not even thought of being possible to scale.

"In four days I will show you the fruits of my training Kakarrot..."

=Squall; Present=

"This beats doing nothing I guess..." Squall said to Pan as he was in the middle of cleaning dishes, scrubbing out some pesky spots. Pan smiled, pulling up her phone and checking the messages she had received.

"Hey Squall, you wouldn't mind bringing me to a dance in a few weeks would you?"

How to tell her I'm not interested...

"Hmm? What's that?"

"Nothing, I don't have any proper clothing."

"Why don't you go dressed like that? You look presentable enough."

"You say that as if casual wear is the norm to formal events."

"Most people don't care as long as you can dance."

I guess my SeeD training wasn't entirely wasted... But now I have to go with her... dammit

"I guess I'll go with you..."

"Great! FYI, I'll tell you everything we need to do to get ready-----"

=Some Thirty Minutes Later=

"Did you get all of that?"

Squall had to shake himself out of his sleep.

"Uh, yeah. So in a few week..." Squall said as he dried his hands. Walking off towards his room to call it a night.

Vegeta lay on his back looking up at the metallic roof of the spacecraft he was on, he currently had on his old attire he wore from way back when Boo was still a credible threat. The blue overalls-esque gi, the white boots and gloves. Unfortunately for the Saiyan Warrior, he had hit a physical peak at the moment. He could not seem to push past the wall he met a few years after Boo was defeated and reincarnated. A year after Goku had taken off with Oob, his forms had plateau'd. Goku's on the other hand had not, he instead seemed to blow far away from Vegeta in that aspect. Goku was fortunate that Gohan agreed to train on a regular basis with, after King Kai warned them of the incoming arrival of a powerful being known as Zueva a few years ago, almost everyone had focused on training with the expected amount of power King Kai had guessed she had. Vegeta, with his never-ending pride opted out of a training partner. The consequence being he was limited to himself, although that's where his creativity in ki manipulation shined. He broke the wall his old forms were limited by with a new transformation. One aided by a new appendage he bore.

A tail twitched a little as Vegeta smirked, imagining any possible number of scenarios his upcoming match with Goku could go, surely Goku would be too confident in his advantage over Vegeta in all of the forms they shared. Then, Vegeta would transform in front of him and show him who was superior. Vegeta's tail flashed to the colour of gold before returning to its brown colour.

"That magician was not lying when he said the tail was essential to acquiring the next level, what's better, the tail allows me to transform at will, and this transformation has two variations, one more powerful than the other!" The magician he had met on his years trip out into the confines of space and wherever it led him. The magician seemed to have a thing for Saiyans, as if it were his destiny to further them to the highest possible level he could. Only then would he be satisfied with life. Having heard rumours of Saiyans beginning to reproduce, his life had more meaning than ever. When Vegeta had arrived on his planet, he just had to go and offer his magic services to enhance Vegeta's already insurmountable strength. Vegeta chuckled as his tail flashed golden once more and this time hung for a few seconds, then going back to its brown colour once more. Vegeta frowned, making an audible "hmmph." Obviously bugged by his apparent inability to keep the pre-form up for any extended period of time, surely it would impede his usefulness with it.

"This second variation will likely be unstable, no matter... the first variation will be more than enough to handle Kakarrot. I'll use the second one for Zueva..." It didn't matter though, his first focus was to obtain great power, stability came second. Once he had achieved victory he would focus on making sure the second variation was stable and suitable for prolonged battles. As it stood, it would stand as a last resort trump card to be used in short instances.

As Vegeta's ship travels towards his destination that was only two days away, a ship behind him uncloaked and began speeding on his tail. A decal of crossbones was on the side of the vessel. From the front popped out what looked to be a cannon. Two large machinations arose from the ship's sides, rings of blue energy circled a barrel the size of five men. The barrels looked like they were priming a shot, holding fast behind Vegeta's vessel. What looked to be electricity surging around the barrels and blue energy.

In the room Vegeta was in, a sudden transmission broke in with an annoying hum and then buzz. The transmission was entirely audio and it seemed to have connected the two of them to a sort of live conversation. They couldn't have been up to much aside from a few things that didn't better their image much better than they had already painted of themselves.

"Surrender yourself and your vessel, if you comply you will be allowed to live and dropped off at the nearest hospitable planet and your vessel will be left in one piece, albeit under our control."

Vegeta responded with a loud laugh, one that perturbed the space pires. Vegeta looked to the chromish wall near where he lay and pressed a small button on it, a computer the size of a large human's chest came down attached to a mechanical arm. Connected to the monitor looked to be a keyboard of some kind with blank buttons that were coloured silver of some kind. Vegeta cracked his left hand's knuckles as he began typing incredibly fast with his hand he had just cracked's knuckles. A small grin finding its way onto his face as he did so.

"You're funny, how do you feel about being redirected to the nearest star? I hear the temperature is a little hot but the vacation hours are indefinite." Vegeta said as he pressed the largest button on the keyboard, shortly after, the weapons systems on the pirate vessel retracted and the ship began its new destination towards the nearest star at its maximum allowance of speed. The vessel seemed to overheat as it approached a large blue star in the distance. Either the ship would shut down and they would be stranded or they would reach their destination and burn up. Either was fine with Vegeta, if one were to listen closely as they sped on past, one could hear their screams as their ship turned on them and redirected them, their screams defying the vacuum. Vegeta laughed as he once more sped towards Earth. Now feeling evermore confident in his assured victory over Kakarrot. Not even training with Gohan could prepare Goku for what Vegeta had up his sleeve. Not even Gohan could, if his former level were to be used for judgement.