Meloverse Shadow Dragons!

Dragon Ball originally owned by Toriyama. No copyright intended. Fanfiction created by Kathy Prior 42

"From The Shadows: The Dragon Ball Consequence"

Ash: Dark gray male dragon made of ash and magma, born from a volcano. He can appear in a liquid or solid form. He destroys the land simply because it is in his nature to do so. Power: Elemental.

Reek: A dark brown dragon who has the ability to instantly make people sick when he bites them. In order to heal, both humans and Saiyans need a greater number of senzu beans. Will the heroes have enough to fight on? Power: Biological.

Aqua: A light blue fat dragon with the power to control water. He can make his victims unable to use their powers when they are soaking wet, due to the risk of shocking themselves. Fortunately, the heroes can still use their strength and skill in hand-to hand combat. Power: Elemental.

Helian: A bright golden winged dragon with the power of sunlight. He may seem like a good dragon, but he uses his power to his advantage to blind his opponents. He is self-centered and over-confident in his abilities, which is his greatest flaw. He is considered the weakest out of all the dragons. Power: Elemental/energy.

Olen: The eldest of the OC shadow dragons and perhaps the most powerful. Don’t be fooled by his wrinkly dark skin, and feeble appearance. He has the ability to learn and imitate the moves of his opponents due to what he refers to as “his eternal wisdom beyond mortal comprehension.” He and Heilan do not get along due to a 1000 year generation gap and different views about life. Power: Mental.

Revenge and Reckon: Dark green male dragon with two heads. He has a hydra-like appearance, with each dragon having a black horn protruding from their heads. One is bent on getting back at the humans for making careless selfish wishes. He states that if he had his wish, he would take over the world, preferably separate from his companion, who is more critical and judgmental of mortals. Power: Strength.

“Oh mighty Serhaan, come forth and grant our wish!”

Broccolia’s chants met empty air.

“Serhaan, Serhaan, where are you?” Broccolia crossed her arms in frustration.

Under a blue sky, the group of OCs stood together in a circle, staring at the seven golden Dragon Balls huddled together. MajinBlue, the half demon half Saiyan stood with his two children, Saphir and Jinsen. Saphir had blue hair like her father, while Jinsen’s hair was black like his mother’s. Edoes stood beside his red haired Tuffle father, Enoki Halusa, his dark blue spiky hair swaying slightly in the wind. Sumera, the Saiyan had joined as well, bringing his oldest daughter, Angelica with him. Angelica’s daughter, Malin, stayed with Sumera’s human wife, Airam. Angelica’s hair was black like her fathers, plus she also had a Saiyan tail like he did, though her hair wasn’t spiky and her eyes were brown instead of black.

Broccolia, the ever impatient, impulsive Saiyan, scratched her spiky dark purple hair and paced from side to side.

“What in Prior’s name is taking so long?! Come forth, already!”

“Patience, Broccolia,” mentioned Sumera.

Off to the side, two Saiyans, one with brown hair and one with long red hair stood side by side. Their names were Retro Ranter and Orack. Ten earth protectors of the Meloverse universe in all. (Unless one counted Saiyan Enigma who hadn’t been seen in years but was still out there).

Edoes stared at the orbs in confusion. “I don’t know what the problem is. Perhaps we need to wait a year for them to activate again.”

“They are not stone, though,” Enoki mentioned. “Plus, we have gathered all seven like we are supposed to.”

“Maybe Serhaan’s underneath the earth asleep and wants to sleep in?” Angelica suggested.

“The dragon always comes when summoned,” Broccolia countered. “My Namekain mentor mother, Lyra told me everything.”

“So, you’re not impatient anymore?” Sumera asked.

Broccolia sighed in response. Earlier on, she would have killed and conquered Earth when she was little, but, like the others, the earth and humanity calmed her primal nature.

Broccolia was about to answer when Sumera looked and saw Retro Ranter and Orack sparring in the air.

Sumera’s tail swished back and forth in frustration as he turned his head to them. “Guys, this is not the time to be training right how! We have a summoning situation we gotta fix!”

“But we’re bored,” replied Orack.

“Let’s go,” said Retro Ranter. “We can wait a few more minutes.”

The two men landed on the ground and headed over to the rest of the group.

“Let’s try again,” said MajinBlue. He cleared his throat and raised his arms. “Serhaan, come forth and grant our wish, pretty peas!”

Still nothing happened.

Edoes suddenly gasped. “The Dragon Balls are cracked!”

“What?” asked Broccolia.

“I didn’t notice that before since the cracks blended in with the surface. I bet that has to do with the orbs not working.”

Edoes pointed to the jarring yellow lines with black cracks in the middle on each of the spheres.

The humming sound that came from them wasn’t the clear celestial sound they were used to. In fact, it sounded glitch and reversed.

Sumera shook his head. “I have a bad feeling about this. I think we should leave.”

MajinBlue nodded. “I sense evil energy here. I sensed it ever since we gathered the Dragon Balls but I wasn’t sure until now.”

“But we have to wish back Lyra and the human population killed by Enoki’s mushroom parasite!” Broccolia protested.

“It’s not my fault my experiment got out of control,” said Enoki.

Edoes stomped his foot. “Dad, that’s because you are still obsessed with getting vengeance on the Saiyans! Like it or not, the two of us are the only Tuffles left. What the Saiyans did to your people, sadly, it’s all in the past. Besides, you enjoy hanging out with your new Saiyan friends.”

“No I don’t,” Enoki said quickly, crossing his arms. “They are merely allies I associate with to protect Earth and my family.”

“We both know that’s not true,” Edoes argued. “Without us, your creation would have enslaved the world, including you!”

Enoki thought back on the parasite’s betrayal, how he was briefly corrupted and made a host in the final battle.

“I..I didn’t want to go so far as to enslaving everyone…I just wanted to spread what was left of my culture…”

Edoes put his hand on his father’s shoulder. “Maybe spreading both Tuffle and Saiyan culture is what’s best for this world, along with learning more from the humans. I am part human after all.”

“My wife…my creation, he…he…”

Tears fell from his face and he lowered his head.

“We will wish Mom back soon,” Edoes reassured. “It’s not your fault.”

“Hey!” Orack called. “Hate to break up the tender moments but take a look at this!”

The group stepped back as dark smoke emerged from the Dragon Balls through the cracks. The smoke rose higher and higher into the air. Dark clouds crept in from the sides, soon blocking out the sun. The sky turned from cyan blue to crimson red as red lightning crashed.

The smoke condensed together not too far above them until it formed a figure. Black scales replaced the smoky tendrils and demonic red eyes appeared from the darkness. A black dragon with a dark blue underbelly soon emerged in full view. His face and back were decorated with sharp black spikes that ran along his long spine and from his head. Using his claws, he clicked open a lighter and pulled a brown cigar from a group of prominent scales from his chest. He put it in his mouth and inhaled several times.

Enoki cringed as memories of his bad smoking habit came rushing back.

Without warning, the dragon took the cigar out of his mouth and blew the smoke to the ground. The group coughed and gagged as the cigar fumes surrounded them.

“That’s…really rude,” gasped Saphir.

“Yeah,…what’s wrong with this *cough* guy?”

“That’s not Serhaan!” cried Broccolia.

“Ya think?” asked MajinBlue.

“Hey!” called Angelica. “What’s the big idea? Have you come to grant our wishes or not?”

The smoke dragon revealed a red mouth full of sharp white fangs and laughed a low laugh. He spoke a low distorted remark, “Wishes? I have no intention of fulfilling any wishes.”

“Yeah, I don’t trust this strange foul dragon,” said Retro Ranter.”

“But he is an Eternal Dragon,” warned Enoki. Then his yellow eyes grew wide. “And…it looks like he wants to eat us.” He gulped.

As in confirmation, the dragon grinned. “You mortals look so delicious. That green dragon has been active for too long. My power was held back, but now, in this negative ki, I’m finally free! Time for this world to be born anew!” He clenched his clawed fists as he spoke.

“Real Eternal Dragons, especially Serhaan, don’t behave like that!” Jinsen called out. “Just ask us what we want to wish for!”

The dragon scoffed and said a string of curse words.

“What have you done with Serhaan?” yelled Edoes, getting into a defensive stance.

The dragon didn’t respond. Instead, the Dragon Balls glowed a bright yellow and rose up into the air.

“He’s taking the Dragon Balls!” yelled Broccolia. She fired a ki blast at the dragon, but it had no effect. The glowing orbs spun faster and faster around the dragon’s head. Then with a deep breath, the dragon opened his mouth. All seven Dragon balls flew one by one into his mouth as he sucked them in. The dragon’s throat muscles clenched and moved the remainder of them to his stomach. The group stared in shock.

The Dragon’s eyes glowed after a moment and a wild whirlwind appeared in front of the group. Screams were heard as the Saiyans and humans covered their eyes from the dust and air blowing in their faces. The glowing orbs shot out from the Dragon’s mouth, but this time, smoke figures of dragons appeared from the wind, their mouths gripping the light circles. The six smaller smoke dragons roared and flew in six separate directions surrounded by yellow light. The smoke dragon let out a low evil laugh and flew off into the sky before disappearing. The sky turned blue once more and the air stilled as if nothing had happened.

“What…just happened?” asked Edoes.

“We were robbed, that’s what happened!” scoffed Broccolia.

The group shuffled in confusion.

“What do we do now?” asked Angelica. “There are too many dark dragons that are now released!”

“We fight them, of course!” replied Orack. “Let’s hunt those dragons down. Follow me.”

“Wait,” said Retro Ranter. “There are ten of us, right?” asked Retro Ranter. “And six dragons? 
Shouldn’t we split up in groups of two to search for them?”

“Sounds like a good plan,” said Sumera. “Though we have no idea how powerful the dragons really are.”

“Not to mention, we also have to defeat the seventh dragon,” added MajinBlue.

“Only six dragons shot out from the bigger dragon,” mentioned Retro Ranter.

“Seven Dragons? Seven Dragon Balls? The Seven Deadly Sins?”

“Alright, Blue, we get it!” sighed Orack.

“Don’t call me that! How many times do I have to tell you guys? It’s MajinBlue.”

“Quit arguing and let’s move out,” ordered Enoki Halusa.

Broccolia stepped forward to face the group. “I’m the leader here, Tuffle. You haven’t even decided who’s going to be in which group.”

“That is simple…”

“Because I’m doing it instead,” she interrupted.

“No, I’m older than any of you, so I decide. MajinBlue, and Edoes, you come with me. Orack and Retro, you look after the three kids…”

“We’re not kids!” Saphir protested.

“My bad, guys. Broccolia, you stay on the side and cover for us…”

Broccolia shoved the Tuffle to the side, knocking him to the ground. “I don’t think so. Get into your groups or I’ll fight the dragons myself.”

“Are you stupid?” scowled MajinBlue.

“Are you done?” she asked. “Because if you are, you can join Orack in the fight in group 1.”

Orack looked from side to side. “I thought I was going with Retro.”

“Retro Ranter and Sumera are going together,” Broccolia explained, “for group 2. Group 3 will be Angelica and Saphir. Group 4, Jinsen and Edoes.”

Enoki licked his lips and smiled. “I guess it’s you and me for group 5.”

“No! I’m in my own group and so are you,” she said, crossing her arms. She turned to the group. “Make sure that the citizens are safe and away from the battle, as well. Sumera, guard that bag of senzu beans with your life.”

“Right,” the Saiyan replied, moving his fingers over his jacket pocket.

“Let’s do this!”

The individuals spread out and flew over the city. The search had begun. 

“Smells Like Trouble! Reek, the Three Star Dragon” 

The sun shone brightly against the glass of the buildings. The city looked more ruined and devastated the further north the Saiyan’s got.

“We must be getting closer, I can sense the dragon’s ki,” said Sumera.

Retro held his nose. “Ugh. I can smell it too.”

The Saiyans hovered over an old ghetto section of the city.

“Look,” said Sumera, pointing straight ahead.

A bunch of coughing and wheezing citizens stood in a long line, waiting to see a doctor. The way to a nearby pharmacy also had hordes of humans waiting in line. The younger ones and the elderly were in their homes in bed.

Retro Ranter landed beside a blonde haired man wearing a blue suit in line. “Sir, what’s going on?”

“My wife had just gotten home from the store with a bag of groceries and snacks for our kids. We had a large meal last night and…”

His body shivered, despite it being sunny outside. “…we all suddenly felt sick. There must have been something in the food we ate, but this has never happened before.”

A brown curly-haired woman walked over and added her thoughts. “It’s not just their family or this neighborhood. As you can see from the large line, this strange sickness is spreading fast all over the city.”

“Sadly,” said the blonde man, “The doctors and pharmacists can only do so much for so many people. Of course, those who have the money can get treatment over those who don’t, but even then, who’s to say that it won’t come back?”

Sumera spotted a brick building in the distance, the glass double door blocked with yellow crossed tape.

“That’s the local grocery store,” he said. “Why is it suddenly closed?”

“Let’s find out,” said Retro as the two men flew off.

Ignoring the yellow caution tape, they maneuvered their way into the store. Inside were people in hazmat suits using various devices to examine the food…or what seemed to be left of it. Fruit, vegetables, meat, and peels littered the dark brown floor in nearly all the sections. Boxes and crates had casually been knocked off shelves.

“What the hell happened here?” asked a shocked Retro Ranter.

Upon closer inspection, each of the remaining edibles had brown and green stains on them…as well as bite marks too big for humans to make.

From outside, a distant rumbling and a roar could be heard.

“I think that’s your answer,” said Sumera.

“Hey you guys can’t be in here,” said one of the men.

“We’re just trying to help…” began Sumera.

“The air is toxic around here. How are you still alive?”

“We are actually robots,” added Retro Ranter in a monotone voice.

The dark skinned man underneath squinted with suspicion.

Retro Ranter eyed a trail of green ooze that led out toward the exit. The two men followed the trail out the large hole in the wall. They stopped at a large black open sewer pipe that jutted from a concrete wall. The crumpled up wrappers, soda cans, and leftover scraps of meat indicated a nearby presence.

Here the smell was overpowering and the two men tried not to gag at the scent.

“I think we found the dragon!” said Sumera, a bit too loudly.

His response was answered by a growl and a burp from inside the pipe. The creature that slithered out of the pipe was so hideous, that the Saiyans briefly thought of fleeing right then and there.

The dragon’s formerly white scales were caked dark brown in dirt, poop, mud, and other nasty materials. One of the dragon’s large eyes was swollen shut. Flies buzzed around the beast’s head and maggots crawled in between the spaces of the dragon’s rotten yellow teeth.

“I’m gonna throw up,” moaned Retro holding his hand over his mouth.

“You’re the source behind the sickness,” claimed Sumera.

“Indeed, I am,” replied the dragon in a nasally voice. Though he had clawed hands, his bottom half consisted of tentacles that touched the ground. “I am Reek, the Three Star Shadow Dragon. A blue dark Dragon Ball was positioned in the center of his forehead. “I raided the supermarket and ate most of the human’s food. Quite delicious, I must say! I can cause disease and decay to anything I come into contact with!”

“We’ll we’re Saiyans, and not as easily vulnerable as humans,” deduced Sumera, answering the question as to why they hadn’t gotten sick.

“We’ll just see about that, won’t we?” Reek sneered.

“We won’t let you make humanity sick!” argued Retro Ranter. They both powered up into Super Saiyan.

“All the better, isn’t it though?” asked the Dragon. “With humanity gone, no one can make any more wasted wishes on the Dragon Balls. It was your wishing that gave birth to me and my comrades. And it will be your undoing.”

“What are you talking abou…argh!” Retro Ranter gasped as the dragon’s fist made contact with his gut. The impact resulted in the Saiyan flying backwards and crashing into the nearby body of water.

“Retro!” called Sumera before barely dodging the flurry of Reek’s fast fists. Sumera blocked the attacks with his arms in front of him. He jumped into the air and, despite not having wings, the filthy dragon followed him.

“You don’t even look like a dragon,” Sumera taunted. “You’re more like an octopus bear hybrid whose mother abandoned because he was so ugly.”

The unfazed dragon grinned. “Curious about my tentacles? Here’s what they can do!” The dragon rose up and shot out several green rubbery limbs at the Saiyan. Sumera yelled and karate chopped off several at once. He powered up a yellow ki blast when he saw the dragon slightly off balance. Then, to the surprise of his eyes, the tentacles grew back to how they were before.

“That’s impossible…” he began before several of them began to wrap tightly around his neck. The man gasped and struggled to free himself.

“Heh heh heh,” snickered Reek. “At this point, you’ll just tire yourself out. Even Saiyans have their limits.”

A large slap to the dragon’s large head sent him tumbling to the ground. He landed on the concrete ground with a thud but quickly recovered.

Sumera gasped in relief when he saw Retro Ranter hovering nearby.

Retro started firing energy discs at the dragon, cutting off several tentacles.

“It’s no use,” stated Sumera. “The dragon can just grow them back each time.”

“You fools messed with the wrong dragon!” Reek called, before passing gas and rising up in the air.

“I’ll say we did,” mentioned Retro. “The sooner we get away from your stink and attitude, the better.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment!” Reek exclaimed, before charging at the warriors once more.

For several minutes, they fought in the air at speedy intervals, teleporting from spot to spot. Several times, Retro got tangled up in the tentacles, before powering up and freeing himself. With a whip of his two front claws, Reek slapped Sumera and Retro to the side, though the Saiyans quickly recovered. Reek laughed and flew off toward the city.

“Get back here you filthy coward!” called Sumera, as he chased after him, Retro following close behind. Reek stopped and hovered over a busy street filled with people shopping and doing their daily activities. Reek let out a huge blech as green vapor exited his gaping mouth. All the earthlings down below stared up at the dragon in horror before violently coughing and gagging. Warts and infections began to spread across their skin. A group of sickly individuals rushed to a nearby garbage can to vomit. Even the dogs in the park were moaning and lying down in fatigue.

Reek laughed manically, seeing the horrified disgusted looks on the Saiyan’s faces. “Soon, this will be your entire world! Humans and animals dying right and left from my viruses, my diseases, my plague producing powers!”

“Those people are innocent!” argued Retro. “There’s no reason to kill them off like that.”

“First of all, it was what I was made to do. It is also quite fun. Plus with everyone gone, the Dragon Balls will never be misused again.”

“What?” asked Sumera.

“Do you fools know how I came into existence in the first place? Of course you don’t, but I’ll tell you. Remember long ago how you and your friends made the wish to make Senzu beans appear after that Glacin ice lizard attacked your planet? Apparently, either you, or that blue haired Saiyan was dying and there were no Senzu beans left. It was only due to being healed and fusing were you able to temporarily defeat the villain and make him flee. Little did you know that wish sent out negative energy as a consequence…energy that led to my very existence.”

“How ironic that you were born from a wish to heal others,” Retro remarked.

“Indeed. Speaking of which, you seem to have those beans on you yourself. I hope you don’t mind me destroying them!”

Retro dodged out of the way as Reek clawed at the air where he had been just moments before.

“Retro, get out of here!” called Sumera. “We can’t let that monster take our only means of healing!”

Retro punched the dragon to no effect. “Shouldn’t we have split up the beans between all of us instead?” Retro blocked the dragon’s fist with his hand and sent energy from his palm. The dragon let go in pain and briefly shook his claw as electricity sparked around it. Then, he was back to normal and kicked the Saiyan in the groin in retaliation.

“You were one of the most trustworthy people in the group,” Sumera responded. “Halusa would have used it for selfish purposes and Broccolia would have lost it.”

“Really?” Retro groaned in pain, not able to say anything else.

Reek ripped Retro’s jacket with his claws, causing the bag of green beans to fall to the ground.

“Looks like you spilled the beans there!” cackled Reek. He lifted his fist to crush the beans, but Sumera flew in and grabbed hold of his scaly slimy arm, hard. As he pushed the limb to an angle, he heard a sickening crack and a roar of pain.

“Meddlesome mortal! You dislocated my arm!”

Reek grunted and popped his arm back into place.

“That’s gonna give me nightmares,” muttered Sumera.

“Take this!” roared Reek.

The dragon blocked Retro’s next ki blast and shot it back at him, point blank. The Saiyan screamed and crashed backward into a wall. Just as he stood up, Reek teleported in front of him and burped right in his face. Retro gagged and shut his eyes.

“That’s enough, you!” shouted Sumera, landing an upper hand punch that knocked the creature skyward.

Sumera went by Retro’s side and gasped. His comrade’s face was already pale and he was currently coughing up blood.

“No, no no,” Sumera stuttered in concern.

Retro mentioned for Sumera to come closer. As he did, he lifted his shaky hand. A warm burst of energy flowed through him, tingling throughout his body. Previous fatigue and pain he had felt, vanished.

“Defeat that bastard without me…”

“Don’t die on me. Here, I’ll go pick up the first bean I find…”

“No…defeat, the enemy first. I’ll be fine.” Retro smiled and his eyes closed, body shivering.

Sumera turned toward the dragon, who was busy infecting more parts of the city. “Alright, dragon! You want to fight? Well come at me if you can!”

Reek turned around and roared in response. The Saiyan rushed at the dragon, dodging more punches and tentacle grabbing at him. Leading Reek away from his friend, Sumera flew just above the body of water, the dragon close on his tail, literally. Just before his brown tail was caught, Sumera dived into the water, avoiding green energy blasts from the dragon overhead.

Sumera popped up his head and gulped up fresh air. Reek sent a volley of more energy spheres, while the Saiyan dove back under. Sumera jumped into the air, flying over the dragon in an arc, before diving back in. He was careful not to get too close to the filthy creature. He swam along and wondered why the dragon wasn’t following him. Then he had a random idea.

“You will be a tasty meal, Saiyan,” called Reek. “You can’t hide forever!”

“Over here!” he called. Reek spotted him and rushed forward. Using his strength, Sumera sent a big splash of water at the dragon’s face.

“Ack! Water! Gross!”

‘Of course,’ he thought. ‘So that’s why the dragon won’t get in the water.’

“You’re long overdue for a bath!” called the Saiyan as he powered up and sent streams of water at Reek. Reek frantically dodged each one and shook the water off him whenever he got wet.

The two warriors met at a standstill. Reek crossed his arms. “I’ll get you next time,” he muttered and started to fly off.

“You’re not going anywhere!”

Sumera rushed toward the dragon and grabbed hold of several of his tentacles. Instead of ripping them off, he expertly looped them haphazardly around each other.

“What the…” asked Reek, sending blasts of energy that Sumera dodged. He wrapped the dragon’s own tentacles around him as if he were tying a giant slimy shoelaces together. The dragon struggled to get free, even cutting off his own limbs in an attempt to escape. Before he could get fully free, Sumera landed a punch to the dragon in the air, using both hands together in a fist. The dragon plummeted into the water with a splash.

The Saiyan knew that the dragon hated getting wet for obvious reasons. But the cold water would only slow him down. This became evident when the dragon freed himself and swam up to the surface. Sumera needed to weaken the dragon further in order to finish him off.

In the back of his mind, he knew that cold water doesn’t do much against dirt and germs. The question was: how was he going to heat up the water? There were no water heaters or bars of soap anywhere around him.

Reek rose up and grabbed hold of Sumera with his tentacles. He pulled him under the water and tightly held him down.

“If I go, then you go with me!” he exclaimed. The Saiyan struggled as air bubbles flew upward from his mouth. His first instinct was to struggle for breath like a human would. Then he remembered that he had Saiyan powers. He powered up under the water and pushed back the dragon, freeing himself. He swam up to the surface, thankful to see the blue sky clear in his sights.

‘Of course! I am my own heat source!’

As Reek rose up from the water and let out a toxic burp, Sumera positioned himself halfway in the water, obscuring his legs and waist from view. With a loud yell, he powered up to Super Saiyan 4, a form which he was too tired to obtain before receiving Retro’s extra boost. His hair turned spiky purple and red fur grew over his shoulders. He also had a red tail to go with the look. A yellow-white aura spread from his body, which then turned a deep red. Sumera’s energy spread throughout the lake, causing steam to rise from the water. Reek roared in pain as the grime burned off his scales. He fired another burp in the Saiyan’s direction, which had no effect.

“You’re supposed to be sick!” he cried.

“I’m as healthy as a horse,” Sumera said. “Looks like your ultimate attack won’t work anymore.”

“Horrible monkey! You’ll get so sick, you’ll be sick of living!”

“Who’s the “sick one now?” mocked Sumera. “You look much weaker and better when you’re clean!”

“CURSE YOU!”

Seizing hid chance, Sumera powered up an energy blast in his hands, using up the last of Retro’s energy.

“SUMERA STRIKE SPEAR!”

A flash of yellow lightning hit Reek in the chest and spread throughout his body. Reek screamed one last time, his swollen eyes wide before being disintegrated by the attack. The dark blue dragon ball fell from the air and landed with a plop in the water, before turning back to its original golden color. Sumera retrieved it and soon remembered his friend. He flew at high speed back to where his unconscious ally lay against the wall. He picked up a Senzu bean from the ground (5 second rule need not apply) and put it inside Retro’s mouth. He weakly swallowed it. After a moment, his pale skin regained color and he opened his eyes.

“What…what’s going on?” he shook his head rapidly.

“I defeated him,” said Sumera with a smile.

Retro sat up and looked at him. “Yes, I knew you had it in you.”

“It was all thanks to your energy you gave me,” he replied. “I gave him the hottest bath he didn’t forget.”

Retro laughed shakily while Sumera helped him stand up. “Grab the rest of the beans and let’s go help the others.”

Sumera grabbed the rest from the ground and stuffed them in his pocket. The two Saiyans flew off above the city.

“The Earthlings are still sick,” stated Retro. “I should go help them.”

“Are you sure you’re up for it? I don’t want you getting sick again.”

“I’m a Saiyan. I don’t get ill as easily as humans. Besides, that Senzu bean gave me plenty of energy. I’ll help heal them while you go help the others.”

“Very well. Good luck my friend.”

Retro flew down to the ground while Sumera continued on his way, flying around the tall skyscrapers. Sumera hoped that Angelica and the others were faring alright in their fights.

“Blinding Light: Helian, the Five Star Dragon” 

Angelica and Saphir covered their ears as obnoxious singing was heard around the corner.

The sun seemed unnaturally brighter here, causing the two warriors to squint their eyes.

“I knew I should have brought sunglasses with me,” muttered Saphir.

“And earplugs,” added Angelica, covering her ears and wincing at the loud off-key notes from close by.

“My teeth and eyes shine so bright

I radiate charm, magnificence and light

Any mortals want to pick a fight

Bow to the mighty Helian or say good night!”

Angelica and Saphir peeked around the corner and saw a bizarre occurrence. A dragon with glimmering scales of white and gold, was busy admiring himself in a round jewel-encrusted mirror that magically hovered in front of him.

“Seriously, what a show off,” said a voice nearby.

Sapir and Angelica turned to see another Saiyan next to them. She had spiky hair and was currently in Super Saiyan 4 form.

“I’m Carotta,” she said, extending her hand.

“Saphir,” said the blue-haired Saiyan. “This is my friend, Angelica.”

“Sumera’s daughter, right?”

“Yes,” Angelica replied. “How do you know?”

Sumera and I are close allies,” she explained. “I’ve been living on my own for a while and trying to figure out what to do next.”

Saphir and Angelica exchanged confused looks.

“In any case, I’ll help you fight this dragon,” Carotta said.

“Thanks,” said Saphir.

The dragon hummed once more. Helian turned his giant body around, scales flashing blindly.

“Who do we have here? Mortals struck by paralyzing fear!” the dragon declared in rhyme.

“You’re going down, clown!” Saphir responded.

“Take this, Miss!” said the dragon, firing a solar flare into the air. The blue-haired Saiyan hybrid was briefly blinded, allowing Helian to knock her back with a hard punch. She flew backward but flipped backward, landing safely on the ground. “You’ll pay for that, you beast!”

“Me? A beast! Not in the very least!” roared Helian, smoke curling from his nostrils.

Angelica landed a series of kicks onto the dragon’s head. Carrotta fired ki blasts against the dragon’s back.

“Ow! My beautiful scales! This is the last straw.”

“At least he’s not rhyming anymore,” muttered Saphir.

Saphir easily landed punches and kicks at the shiny dragon, careful not to be blinded. At one point, she closed her eyes and relied on extra senses when Helian’s scales got too bright. After accidentally crashing into walls and a tree trunk, she finally got used to sensing the dragon’s movements.

Saphir sensed some trouble not too far away after throwing the dragon to the ground by his tail.

 “It’s Dad!” she cried. “His ki is fading fast. I have to go help him.”

Sumera flew over to the group. “Sorry I’m late. Does anyone need Senzu beans?”

Opening her eyes, Saphir nodded furiously and took several from his hand. “I have to save my Dad. I know where he is.”

“Go do that,” said Sumera. “Angelica, Carotta and I will take care of this show-off dragon!”

Saphir nodded in thanks and flew off toward Orack and MajinBlue.

Helian shined the blue five star Dragon Ball embedded in his golden-orange tail.

“I was made from a wish long ago,

A wish to make the forest and land grow,

Foresight to the consequences you lack,

Now fate is here to bite you back!”

Angelica yelled and punched Helian square in the mouth, knocking out a sharp fang. Helian’s eyes glowed gold in anger, blinding her and flinging her to the ground with a swipe of his claw.

“Five Star Dragon, top class fellow

Observe my natural armor of gold and yellow

For you and your planet, death bells are ringing

So now surrender and…”

“Stop that singing!” shouted Carotta, powering up to SSJ4. Helian blew a powerful gush of fire that didn’t even leave a mark on Carotta. She grabbed the dragon in a strong chokehold, arms around his neck. The dragon struggled to free himself, but to no avail.

“Now!” she called.

Angelica and Sumera fired a family Kamehameha, disintegrating the dragon.

“Oh, what a cruel, cruel world!” he wailed before he met his end.

“We All Fall Down: Ash, the Two Star Dragon” 

The red-haired Saiyan and the blue-haired Saiyan burst into a fit of coughing as gray smoke blurred the horizon. The smell of smoke grew stronger and more uncomfortable for their nostrils. Powering up was the only way to not let the smoke get to them, but they knew they had to find the dragon, fast. A maniacal cackle followed by an ever-growing rumbling stopped the Saiyans in their tracks. In one mighty explosion, the volcano below them that was hard to see, burst open. Gusts of magma rose to the surface, becoming lava as it flowed down the mountain. Rocks and debris forced the two men to fall back for several moments. There was no sign of the dragon so far…save for a pair of glowing orange eyes that appeared in the blanket of black smoke.

Orack fired several ki blasts, causing the volcano to break apart further.

“Bro, it’s no use,” said MajinBlue. “We can hardly see this close. We need to get somewhere safer, find higher ground.”

Orack grumbled and followed his ally. “I’m not your ‘bro.’ I’m just working with a half Saiyan just because I have to.”

MajinBlue stuck out his tongue at him. “You can be just as bad as Enoki, you know? Except you privilege Saiyans over Tuffles.”

“Don’t compare me to the hybrid Tuffle! Do remember that I was once a general in King Vegeta’s army by on Planet Vegeta, one of the elite warriors who barely escaped with his life.”

MajinBlue crossed his arms. “And I was created by Towa to avenge the demons by rising to Earth from Hell itself. If there is anyone you don’t want to mess with…”

“IT IS I, ASH!” bellowed another creature from nearby. The hidden dragon breathed a thick stream of fire that the Saiyans narrowly dodged in the air.

“Let’s move!” yelled MajinBlue.

The two warriors fled just as another crash created a crater in the ground below them.

MajinBlue gasped as a dark rock on fire crashed into a circle of huts. Villagers screamed and ran for their lives, some of them being consumed by the rapid lava. A bearded man gasped and crumpled to the ground after inhaling smoke.

“It’ll hit the city next!” claimed Orack.

MajinBlue coughed. “Or us next.”

Oeack pointed in the air and MajinBlue followed his gaze. The gray dusty dragon was revealed: smoke skin, fat belly, orange eyes…

“THIS WORLD WILL BECOME A DESERT WASTELAND SOON! DIE YOU SELFISH EARTHLINGS!”

“Drama king,” Orack muttered.

“I, ASH, THE TWO STAR STRONGEST SHADOW DRAGON THERE IS, BEHOLD MY VOLCANIC POWERS!”

Nearby buildings collapsed to the ground, crushing innocent bystanders underneath. Telephone poles exploded in sparks and wires dangled dangerously inches from the ground.

MajinBlue fired a blast, which had no effect on the monster.

The dragon charged forward, swung his spiky tail and knocked Orack back with a grunt. MajinBlue punched the dragon hard in the gut, only to be thrown away into a building.

“IT’S OVER, SAIYANS! YOU AND YOUR WORLD SHALL BE COOKED ALIVE!”

“Stop screaming, why don’t ya?!” retorted MajinBlue.

The dragon roared and knocked the Saiyan away. Orack and MajinBlue closed their eyes and formed a green energy shield around them, breathing heavily. They powered up just before a wave of molten lava consumed them.

Saphir flew over the city, desperately searching for her father’s energy. She could see nothing but destruction below her and around her. In particular, she saw the black trail of cooling lava coating the grass and streets. Careful not to get too close, Saphir hovered lower to investigate. When she glanced at a strange brown boot on a leg sticking out from the leftover lava, she cried out, rushing forward. Using her strength, she grabbed hold of the upright leg and lifted up the half-burned individual. The man’s face, clothes, and hair were covered in soot and ash. If he had been a human, he would have perished long before. Saphir carried the individual to a safe spot in the grass. Opening the man’s mouth, Saphir placed the Senzu bean in.

“Dad?” she asked. “Wake up. Please. Stay with me.” Tears started to fall down her cheeks. It was the first time she was truly worried about someone’s potential death. Since the corrupted Dragon Balls could no longer be used to revive individuals, the group of OCs had to be more careful in battle than ever before.

She closed her eyes and lay her hands on his chest, transferring some of her energy to him. The man mumbled and looked at her.

“What’s…going on…”

The man groaned and opened his blue eyes. They were not the familiar red ones she was used to.

“You’re not Dad…”

The man stood up and shook his head, revealing matted red hair. “No, it’s Orack,” he said. “You saved my life. Our green energy shields managed to protect us from the majority of the lava attack.”

“’Our?’ Where’s Dad? Is he with you?” asked Saphir.

Orack nodded closed his eyes. He sensed a faint pulse of energy from underneath the substance. The top part of blue hair protruded from the black tar. “I’ll take care of him. Get out of here before the dragon comes back.”

“But, he’s alive?”

“Yes, but barely. I can save him with the last of my energy but it will be a bit before we are ready to fight again. Hurry and find a safe place…”

A stomping of feet could be heard.

“…or go and defeat the dramatic dragon.” Orack gently took the second Senzu bean from her hand.

“He’s not the solar narcissistic dragon I saw earlier?”

Orack shook his head. “Hurry.”

Saphir nodded in affirmation and raced ahead. Orack lifted himself up and retrieved MajinBlue’s unconscious form.

Down below, Retro Ranter and Sumera were busy helping the villagers and city dwellers to safe spots. Sumera comforted a crying couple who were devastated over the loss of their home.

Saphir finally spotted the dragon through the newly created haze and pollution. She coughed and called, “Hey, Flame Face! Over here!” called Saphir.

Ash looked over toward her as he was about to stomp on a fallen man. He conjured balls of fire from his clawed hands and threw them in her direction. Saphir expertly dodged them by doing flips in the air. She swept apart the smoke with her hands, just before a scaly fist impacted her face. She was sent backwards and then knocked down toward the ground by Ash’s study spiked tail. She crashed to the grass, dodging another blast of fire in the nick of time. Saphir powered up, her hair turning golden. Her eyes glowed red and her eyebrows disappeared as she went Super Saiyan 3.

“What?!” asked Ash in disbelief. “What’s with the long hair?” He no longer screamed in drama but spoke in a monotone-like voice.

“Not even my brother can obtain this form,” she smiled with confidence. She proceeded to give the volcanic dragon a black eye while avoiding his bite. Saphir eyed the blue two star Dragon Ball embedded in his chest. She took a deep breath and cupped both hands together.

“Ka…me…ha…me…Ha!” A jet of blue light shot from her hands as she stepped forward.

Ash was pushed back along with the surrounding smoke. “Ha! In your face ash-hole!” she taunted.

The smoke cleared and a very angry Ash stood in place with his arms in front of his head. Ash stomped hard on the ground, causing cracks to spread across the ground. Several humans and two legged humanoids were knocked around as the ground shook.

“That’s impossi…”

Her sentence was cut off when Ash teleported behind her and struck her neck hard. Saphir gasped and gagged as spit and blood shot out of her mouth in small splashes.

“You forget one thing, mortal:” said Ash. “I AM INDESTRUCTABLE!”

Saphir groaned and tried to stand up from the ground, but a clawed foot leaned hard against her back.

He then spoke in a calmer voice; “I control not only volcanos and fire, but also earth.” 

He ignored Saphir’s protests and struggled yells. “You may have defeated Reek and Helian, but I won’t be so easy. Besides, those two were smelly and self-centered idiots, respectively. In fact…”

Ash coughed up the blue two star dragon ball and held it between his teeth, bending down slightly so Saphir could see. He then proceeded to swallow it.

“Gross,” she muttered.

“Thanks to the wish to bring Sumera, Carotta, and the Namekian Lyra to a safe place away from a galactic fight, I am here today. They so happened to land right in the water, breaking their fall. Oh how I hate water, but unlike Reek, I am tolerant of it. After all, a volcano can only be dormant for so long…”

He pressed his foot harder into Saphir’s back, causing her to scream in pain.

“Should I bury you alive, or burn you alive?” asked Ash. “Or maybe you could die by inhaling smoke. Much less painful that way. Hehehehe.”

Orack and MajinBlue arrived at the scene just before Saphir was overwhelmed by Ash.

“Let my daughter go!” yelled MajinBlue, his eyes glowing red.

“Dad!” Saphir called in happiness. With renewed energy, she blasted the dragon’s foot with a fiery red attack, freeing herself.

Orack and MajinBlue held up their hands in the air. Orack held a red sphere of energy while MajinBlue’s was blue. Both of them were now at Super Saiyan 3. They merged their powers together, creating a sphere of bright purple. Saphir gave the rest of her energy to her father.

“BURN AND DIE!” Ash screeched, sending a blast of fire and lava from his hands at the warriors.

The beams of flame and the beam of purple clashed in the air. Orack and MajinBlue yelled as they strained to push their combined power forward. The blue DragonBall glowed as Ash used the last of his power to send his blasts toward then inch by inch. Saphir could already sense the two men getting tired.

‘My brother may be fighting, but right now, I have no other choice,’ she thought.

She let out a demonic roar that momentarily made Ash and the Saiyans look to see what the noise was. Her eyes glowed red and her senses sharpened.

‘Jinsen, bro! I need more power from you, pronto!’ she said in his mind.

Another distant roar sounded and a reply came though. ‘Be there in a minute. Edoes is looking for the next dragon and I don’t want him going by himself.’

‘For Prior’s sake he can take care of himself! Besides Retro and Sumera will meet up with you soon, as will I when the fight’s done. Now come on!’

Jinsen teleported next to his sister, eyes also glowing red. He stepped back and gaped in shock. 

“Dad’s fighting that fiery dragon with Orack! And he’s getting pushed back!”

Sure enough, the flame blast was almost in front of their faces.

“Give them some of your energy,” said Saphir. Her eyes returned to normal and she panted in fatigue.

Jinsen roared and held out his hands, spreading energy to the two men. The extra boost was just what they needed. At the same time, Orack and MajinBlue yelled one last time and sent their purple sphere of energy at Ash.

“NOOOO!” Ash roared before exploding from the blast.

As the smoke cleared, Orack and MajinBlue powered down and landed on the ground.

“How many more…dragons…” panted MajinBlue through breaths.

“Three, I think,” said Saphir. “Let’s catch our breath and then go help the others.”

Everyone nodded and sat down for a brief break. And brief it was. They had just caught their breaths when they felt another dangerous presence not too far from where they were.

“Ocean Depths: Aqua, the Four Star Dragon”
(Created from a drunk Halusa's wish for beer and a bra of a hot chick.)

 Aqua, a blue dragon, seemed to be part of the vast ocean, waves lapping across the sand. Edoes sensed his energy and fired ki blasts at the dragon’s dark blue hide to no effect. Aqua swam gracefully underwater, dodging more of Edoes’ attacks. With a big splash, water soaked Edoes, blue hair and all. He concentrated in front of him, but found he could not conjure an energy blast. In shock, he flew off, before being pulled underwater by Aqua’s claws. His powers may have been gone for a time, but he still knew how to defend himself. He landed hard punches against the claw holding him in place. Air bubbles rushed out of his mouth and to the surface. Despite being part Saiyan, he knew he couldn’t last long. Aqua lifted Edoes out of the water, the warrior gasping for breath.

“Let…me go…”

Aqua grinned and scooped up some water with his other hand. Using his clawed fingers in the air, the dragon sculpted moving figure of himself and a small stick figure of Edoes.

“So it appears you can’t talk?” asked Edoes.

The dragon ignored him and instead created more hovering figures of spiky-haired Saiyans in front of him, who were blasting small bubbles from their hands. Edoes could briefly make out some of the faces, including the face of his own figure, which appeared to be screaming in pain in the small dragon’s watery grip. Then the watery dragon sculpture moved of its own accord, blasting water at the group of stick figure warriors. They stopped shooting bubbles and instead were slashed apart with a swipe of Aquas’s large hand. The rest of the figures collapsed in a splash afterwards.

 “Oh, I get it now,” said Edoes with a gulp. How could he warn his friends that they were about to be led into a trap, with him as the bait?

“Double Trouble! Revenge and Reckon, the Seven Star Dragon”

“Where’s the next dragon?” asked Saphir, as she and the group flew ahead.

Retro Ranter was still busy helping the citizens from the sickness of the first dragon.

Sumera was finishing helping restore the burnt down buildings and treating those who were badly injured from Ash’s attack.

Angelica had traveled off with Carrotta after hearing of peculiar strong waves engulfing homes and drowning innocent people.

Which left Orack, MajinBlue, Saphir, Jinsen, and…wherever Edoes was.

Jinsen spoke up, “I bet the two women are helping people out because something, or someone, is causing all the recent floods!”

Sure enough, a gush of ocean water was now covering the grass and cooled over lava like unpleasant syrup. Jinsen noticed one citizen stranded on the roof of his now floating hut, being taken and flown to safety by Carotta. Vehicles were overturned and parts of buildings rushed away in the strong currents.

“I bet that’s who the next dragon is,” said Saphir.

“Are you sure it’s not…that one…ones?” asked MajinBlue.

“What?” asked Orack.

“Over there,” said MajinBlue.

The group went silent and, listening carefully, they could hear what sounded like stomping feet, and sibling arguments.

They flew closer only to encounter a large green dragon with a yellow underbelly and two hydra-like heads. Each head had a sharp black horn on the top like a pair of serpent unicorns. The two-headed dragon swiped their single tail, shattering glass and knocking pedestrians off their feet.

“Behold, the power of the Seven Star Dragon, the most powerful one of all. It is, I Revenge!”

“You keep forgetting me, you twat,” spat his twin.

Revenge ignored him and continued his rant. His twin brother sighed in frustration.

“Revenge, will you stop your pestering talk about taking over the world?”

“Speak for yourself, Rekon,” said the other head. “You want to eliminate those foolish wish-hungry mortals like I do!”

“Perhaps the mortals should not be merely killed, but instead punished and locked up for 200 years or so.”

“Reckon, you’re always so boring! Once our mission is over, I’m gonna use the DragonBalls and wish to be separate from you!”

“Very paradoxical thinking. You, using the DragonBalls, despite you hating that the mortals have used them for their selfish wishes.”

“That’s different!”

“How so, exactly?”

“Stop asking me these ridiculous questions.”

“Then why don’t you start using your brain over brawn, for once.”

“Strength is everything and you, smarty-pants should know that.”

“Oh boy,” sighed Saphir. “This is not gonna be pleasant.”

“MajinBlue, Saphir, and Jinsen, you guys take care of that two headed jerk,” said Orack. “I’m going to scout for the other dragon in the ocean.”

“Are you serious?” asked MajinBlue. “You can’t just go fighting a dragon by yourself.”

“I wasn’t saying that I would fight him myself,” Orack replied. “Sumera, Retro Ranter, and the girls put up intense fights and are now doing their part to help the earthlings. But haven’t you noticed a couple of people missing?”

Jinsen and Saphir shook their heads, but MajinBlue placed his hand and finger to his chin in thought. “Enoki and Broccolia just flew off in different directions for some reason. I don’t know if they found the last couple of dragons, but they need to help us and step up their game!”

“I agree,” said Orack. “I’ll go search for them. I didn’t earlier because, well, here there were dragons to fight.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I can’t sense any ki from the Ocean dragon very well. But, I can sense Enoki and Broccolia…it looks like they are casually helping out some Earthlings toward the west.”

“Where’s Sumera, and the others?” asked Jinsen.

“It looks like…Sumera, Angelica, and Carrotta are heading back to get Angelica's daughter from their home. I think they are planning on leaving to try and defeat the remainder of the Frieza Force.”

“W-what?” stuttered Saphir in shock. “So now you can read minds or something?”

“Not minds, but feelings, sometimes,” said Orack. “I think it’s a special Greek thing.”

“Everything is Greek to you,” muttered MajinBlue.

“Ocean Depths: Aqua, the Four Star Dragon” 

Treating wounded Earthlings alongside a Tuffle fixing electricity ruined by the attacks was not something Broccolia had ever expected to be doing.

In fact, the day itself had started off bizarre for her, despite having encountered many enemies in the past. For one, the DragonBalls, for the first time, did not work. Having felt hungry and strangely exhausted, Broccolia had wanted the wish to revive the Earthlings be made so she could go home, swim, eat, and train until dusk. Despite how much she told herself otherwise, Broccolia’s bonding between the Saiyans and the hybrid humans had grown stronger, the more time she spent with them. The group was (quite literally) the only family she had on this planet. Enoki may have wanted to bring his wife back, but Broccolia wanted Lyra, her Namekian mother figure, to be brought back as well. Her death had caused Broccolia to unlock an incredible power that she not experienced before: Super Saiyan 4. It was a Saiyan transformation of pure grief and utter rage, slowly condensed into a more serious form of herself. How she managed to calm herself during her Great Ape transformation, she didn’t know. The only person she had seen in front of her, bravely standing his ground, was Sumera. It was also during that moment, many years ago, that she had sensed her energy to be even more powerful than MajinBlue’s Halusa’s and the others, (perhaps equal to Saiyan Enigma’s himself). Of course, the moment was short-lived, and after defeating Glacin and his men, Broccolia promptly collapsed from exhaustion.

That was many years in the past. Frustrated at not being taken seriously as a leader, Broccolia decided to let everyone else fight off the dragons…she knew there was a powerful leader dragon hiding somewhere that she could fight herself. Enoki Halusa had flown in the opposite direction and searched the area for dragons and surviving humans. 

“Shapeshifting Shenanigans! Olen, the Six Star Dragon”

“Dragons Unite! Spite, the One Star Dragon (Final Boss)”

“Alpha Sprite: Super Powered Form.”

“Until We Meet Again”

Thanks to Broccolia and several Saiyan fusions, all the Shadow Dragons were eventually defeated.

Reek was blasted to bits…and got the bathing of his life by Sumera.

Helian, the solar self-centered dragon got grounded by Angelica, Saphir, and Majinblue.

After a long hard battle with the crude volcanic Ash, Orack and Majinblue blasted him to, well, ash, thanks to Jinsen and Daphir lending their energy.

Aqua, the flood-causing dragon, got sucked dry into the air, thanks to Edoes (who eventually was rescued) and Enoki.

Reckon and Revenge ended up destroying themselves, after Carrotta, Sumera, and Orack tricked them into using up all their energy. After they got tied up due to their long slender necks, the Saiyans made sure to put an end to their squabbling.

Olen, the green elderly shape-shifter dragon had mastered all the Saiyan’s moves and could imitate their attacks. Thankfully, Enoki and Edoes fused into Enodoki. MajinBlue and Jinsen merged into JinsenBlue, while Sumera and Retro Ranter merged into Retromera. The fusions were evenly matched until Saiyan Enigma came out of nowhere to help them.

And finally…Sprite, the serpent one star dragon…able to read minds and instill fear into the greatest of warriors. Broccolia and this dragon fought each other the most. But Sprite soon transformed into Alpha Sprite after gaining the powers of the other dragons!

With Broccolia close to death, all the musician OCs gave it their all in the battle to save the world.

In a wheeze and a brief eye roll, Broccolia collapsed after the Alpha Sprite dragon drew her last gasping breath of rage. She was not the only one; for Enoki, Sumera, Orack, Retro, MajinBlue and the others were either wounded or unconscious. The destruction that the battles had wrought upon the city was evident: the streets had wide cracks split down the center, while smoking craters replaced formerly standing trees. Building after building stood crooked or completely in rubble on the ground. Hominoid animals and human firefighters rushed to the scene, spraying water on the flames coming from broken windows. Several Earthlings were rushed to the hospital, while the majority of them stood together in their rooms, fearfully peeking outside.

The human turned android Dysphobia leaned against the wall to catch her breath after fighting a bunch of boar-like robbers and gangsters. Her light blue hair swayed slowly in the breeze. She closed her eyes and could feel the faint spark of her husband’s ki. Following the trail, she hurried over to where Enigma lay unconscious not too far from the other fighters. She placed her pale hand on his forehead and poured some of her healing energy into him. He eventually stirred and his fingers twitched. He slowly opened his eyes and groaned. At one moment, his eyes glowed their signature teal green color with no pupils before turning back to normal.

“Dsy…phobia…” He slowly sat up, his black battle clothing in tatters.

She carefully embraced the muscular Saiyan. For the first time in a while, fresh tears spilled from his black eyes. After sharing a comforting kiss, they gave each other more space. Dysphobia helped Enigma stand.

“I can’t believe it,” he said. “I’ve fought aliens, Frieza’s generals and country music rivals, but I’d never imagine fighting dragons like some kind of knight.”

“My black knight in shining armor,” said Dsyphobia with a grin.

She looked at him again. “You did the right thing, you know.”

“Huh?”

“You know, you deciding to protect your rivals along with fighting the dragons?”

Enigma nodded. “Oh, yeah. I could’ve defeated Olen and Spite on my own…had I mastered Super Saiyan Blue.”

Dsyphobia sighed. “You don’t have to master it, you know. You have SSJBlack, a unique power of your own. Also, without Enoki, Broccolia, and the others, you’d eventually be toast.”

“Speaking of which, all that fighting has me starving.”

“I’ll make you your favorite egg salad when we get home.”

Enigma gave a small smile as Dsyphobia helped him walk back to their home.

“You know…” he said. “I still have yet to beat you in Effect Mass.”

“You mean Mass Effect?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“There’s something else, I need to tell you.”

“What?”

“Let’s just say…remember us watching the classic Star Wars Japanese version?”

Enigma nodded.

“For your next villainous line, you could say to a new familiar person, ‘I am your father.’

Enigma sighed. “C’mon. I make appear dark and gothic, but I’m not evil and…wait. Me saying that. You don’t mean…”

“Yes, Saiyan Enigma TNG. I’m pregnant.”

The man let out a roaring scream with a mixture of excitement and shock. Fiery green energy gushed from his mouth up into the air when he stared wide-eyed at the sky.

“Drama king,” she muttered.

“Wow…I can’t believe this! I…I…”

Dsyphobia hugged him. “Say no more. I know we will be great parents.”

Enigma gently pushed her back. “I need to come up with some Saiyan names…no, how about I use my own names. Vaden. Kyashi. Gabriel. No, perhaps Salada?”

“You can’t use that one! That was the name of your former home planet,” she chided.

“Well, until I think of one, I’m going to rest and go back to FL Studio. I have a new album to make.”

“You and your amazing music.”

“You and your amazing Let’s Play videos and video game reviews. I’m choosing their name.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

They continued playfully arguing as they disappeared in the distance. 

After the final boss was defeated, the dragon Balls were never to be used again it seemed…until a fateful deal was made.

Sharann, the wish granting OC dragon appeared without being summoned. It would take another 100 years for the dragon to regain strength after being suppressed by the evil beings. But at the same time…who would be there to help save the world when more villains would come and try to destroy Earth?

Sharann hoped that one day, the people of Earth would no longer need the Dragon Balls. But with no DragonBalls left…how could more be created?

Lyra, the female Namekian had a proposal…a risky one.

In order to create new Dragon Balls, the souls of seven heroes would need to be condensed into the new orbs to give them their power. Only then, could they be used again. Lyra worked endlessly, ensuring that the power of the DragonBalls could only be used to restore the environment and bring people back to life. The orbs would be well hidden…and only the Namekians would know where they were.

Alas, our brave heroes knew that their lives could not last forever. Even Saiyans and Tuffles, who could live far longer than humans, would eventually fade away. Feeling regret over all the destruction and death they caused in their lives, the OC heroes decided to give their lives for the greater good. Edoes, Jinsen, Angelica, Enigma’s child, Broccolia’s child, and the other older kids begged them not to do it. But things don’t always work in ways we expect. After all, generations would need to continue forward. Let’s just say, their wives were not pleased.

Broccolia merged into the new One Star Dragon Ball.

Enoki merged into the second one.

MajinBlue sighed and his blue aura activated the third.

Orack’s spirit entered into the fourth one, while his body disappeared.

Retro Ranter entered into the fifth.

Sumera merged into the sixth.

And finally…Enigma moved into the 7^th…after his music and advice were passed down to a worthy successor.