Enigma appears

Two men were busy fighting each other up in the air. One was wearing a yellow jacket with a white H symbol on the front left of his jacket. He looked like Future Trunks, except his hair was crimson red and his eyes were a golden yellow. The other man had vivid blue spiky hair with a Majin ‘M’ symbol on his forehead. He wore a light blue gi with a dark blue shirt underneath it, as well as loose blue pants. He stared at his opponent with demonic red eyes, though it was of no evil intent.

“BLUE DEMON SLASH!” he cried.

He sliced his hands in the air, creating fiery blue streams of light. The streams appeared around him and flew at his Tuffle opponent. Though the first one gazed his shoulder, he was able to dodge the rest. He rapidly shot out his fists, which the blue-haired man blocked.

“Take this, MajinBlue!” said the man. “SONIC BEAM CANNON!”

From his white fingers shot a series of waves that pushed MajinBlue backwards through the air. The loud rushing of the attack muffled his surprised yells. MajinBlue flew toward the ground, but managed to leap back onto his feet at the last second.

“Now, you’re getting it, Enoki HalusaTwin!” he cried. He leaped into the air, his blue aura surrounding his body. He stopped in place and powered up. His blue hair turned the golden yellow of a Super Saiyan and pebbles from the ground started to rise from underneath him.

Enoki smirked. “Oh, the fight not fun enough for ya? Okay, then, I’ll just follow you!”

The Tuffle also powered up, his hair turning golden. It grew spikier when the Tuffle turned Super Tuffle 2. As he was half Saiyan, he had inherited the Saiyan powers, coupled with the supreme intellect of his now extinct Tuffle race. He yelled once more and his hair changed back to red, though it was much longer than before.

MajinBlue’s eyes flashed red before he teleported behind the Tuffle and landed a powerful kick. Without turning around, Enoki grabbed hold of his oncoming foot. He spun his demon hybrid opponent around in the air and tossed him in the distance with a “ha!”

“Grrraaah!” he yelled whole spinning through the air, crashing into a pillar of rock. He had just recovered from dizziness when Enoki appeared above him and knocked him toward the ground with a powered punch. This time, MajinBlue landed on the ground with a thud, the ground cracking on impact.

Enoki slowly landed on the ground beside the groaning MajinBlue.

“You’re getting better,” he mentioned. “But still, not enough. Looks like this fight can be considered over!”

As Enoki laughed, MajinBlue suddenly opened his eyes and shot a giant ki blast into Enoki’s face. Enoki screamed and stumbled backwards.

MajinBlue slowly stood up and smirked. “You let your guard down.”

Enoki brushed the smoke away and shook his head. “Not bad, man.”

The two of them walked over and shook hands.

“You keep getting better and better each time,” Enoki praised. “It seems you like to copy my moves on occasion.”

MajinBlue laughed nervously. “I can’t quite master the Sonic Beam Blast yet, but I pretty much know your moves by now.”

Nearby, Orack and Retro Ranter were sparring down on the ground, while Sumera Paleema was looking at the dessert covered ground and the rocky canyons around.

Orack and Retro were fairly evenly matched; Orack’s red muscle shirt clashing with Retro’s green Saiyan armor. Retro had short brown hair and green eyes. Orack’s long red hair moved in the breeze, and he fixed his blue eyes intently on his opponent and ally.

After punching and kicking rapidly for several minutes, both men let out streams of energy at each other that clashed in the center. Both men worked hard to push their blasts toward the other. Sumera could see that Retro’s dark green blast was slowly pushing Orack’s red blast back.

“I am…a former general of Planet Vegeta…” Orack said between breaths. “I will…not lose to you…even in training.”

“We’re not on Planet Vegeta anymore,” Retro reminded him. “All of us live on Earth, thus we need to stick together.”

“Is…that…all you got?!”

Orack yelled and pushed his attack further ahead of him, but Retro wasn’t giving up easily.

Sumera yawned and munched on some Swedish meatballs that were in front of him. He had black hair, wore armor, and had a brown Saiyan tail.

“Hey, Saiyan boy,” said a voice to his left.

Sumera turned and saw Chazam, the God of customs lounging on a white lounge chair nearby. He had the appearance of the clown god from Universe 11, except his hair and outfit were in shades of blue.

“Yeah, who are you?” he asked.

“You must be new to the party,” Chazam replied. “I decided to come to the planet because I heard that MajinBlue’s wife, Akame was going to make me some pizza and sushi. I thought she’d be with you guys.”

“Nope,” called MajinBlue. “She’s technically not from the DragonBall dimension, so she often goes back to her anime realm and fights off villains there.” MajinBlue stared straight ahead. “Stay tuned for more music, everyone. You know where to find me and my channel.”

“Who are you talking to, exactly?” asked Sumera.

“Um…it’s nothing.” MajinBlue quickly stated, turning back to him.

Enoki stepped forward. “I think you got confused with another person. It was my wife who had decided to make food for us. She’s running a bit late.”

“Tell her to hurry up then,” Chazam replied. “And next time, do your fighting in a more…green environment. The dust blowing in my face is very annoying.”

Enoki sighed and walked away. “Man, why are Gods so hard to please?” he asked himself.

“I heard that, Tuffle Trunks,” Chazam said with a glare. Enoki went red in the face. If it had been anyone else, Enoki would’ve whirled on them for saying the mocking nickname.

Just then, a bright red car pulled up along a dirt road nearby. The door opened and out stepped Enoki’s wife.

“Hey guys!” she called. She rummaged in the vehicle and came out carrying a stake of white pizza boxes in front of her. Everyone cheered when they saw her.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” said Enoki, as he teleported next to her and put her black hair behind her ear.

“It’s nothing,” she said. “I can’t have my favorite warriors go hungry, can I?”

“How’s Edoes?”

“He’s studying and training off on his own as usual,” she replied. “Our son is growing up fast.”

“Indeed.”

The two of them walked toward the group.

A white table and several lawn chairs appeared near the group. Retro and Orack stopped mid-fight when they smelled the food.

“Hey, where did the pizza come from?” Orack asked, licking his lips.

“Is that sushi?” Retro asked, eying the rolls of fish and seaweed that Enoki’s partner brought out.

One by one, the Saiyans and humans sat down to enjoy their after-training lunch. The pizza had green veggies on one half and pepperoni on the other. Orack stuffed two sushi rolls in his mouth at one time.

“Saiyans and their lack of basic manners,” Enoki muttered, ironically, gobbling up a slice of pizza in his hands.

Enoki looked around. “Where did the furniture come from?”

Chazam glanced over to his right as a short, shy angel attendant appeared from thin air. She had pale blue skin, white hair tied in a bun and a halo around her neck. She held a small staff with a black sphere on the top, which she had used to make the table and chairs appear. She wore similar attire to Chazam.

“Marita,” said Chazam. “I know you struggle with social anxiety, but you are going to have to not turn invisible every time there’s a crowd of people, alright?”

In response, Marita disappeared. “Do be nice to the others. Both of us have things to work on, you know.”

“You’re just a temporary substitute for my other attendant,” Chazam answered. He paused. “One that can easily be replaced if she so happens to be stealing my pieces of pizza!”

Two pizza slices had levitated in front of Chazam and disappeared. “Sorry,” she Marita said, reappearing again with her mouth full.

Soon enough, all of the food had been eaten.

“Props to the chief,” smiled MajinBlue. “I could eat six more slices. No, twelve.”

“Saiyan hunger never ends,” Retro added.

“Unless one eats a Senzu Bean,” said Orack.

“Which is saved only for emergencies,” Retro reminded him.

“Yeah guys,” began Sumera. “The Z Fighters told me about this time when Carrotta ate up all the Senzu Beans at once, stealing them from Korin. Korin was not amused, and so it’s harder to access those things.”

Orack changed the subject, not caring about past events. “It’d be fun to fight Vegeta and see what he’s made of,” said Orack, excitement in his eyes.

“And Goku!” added MajinBlue.

“I’d like to practice my skills with Trunks myself,” Enoki mentioned.

“Gohan and Tien all the way,” Retro chimed in.

“How about villains?” asked Sumera.

“Damn Frieza!” Orack growled. “I’d be happy to blast him to bits!”

“I’d take Cell and Goku Black,” said Enoki.

“Majin Buu!” said MajinBlue.

“The good one, the bad one, the super one, or the kid one?” asked Enoki.

“All of them!” he replied with a laugh.

Retro grinned. “The Red Ribbon Army’s got nothing on this R and R: Retro Ranter!”

Chazam cleared his throat. “You do realize that canon and non-canon characters cannot attack each other, let alone interact.”

“But it did happen earlier,” argued Sumera.

“Which was a rare occasion that some angel decided not to properly interfere with!”

Marita shuddered under his gaze. “I don’t like getting into fights. Besides, it was fun to watch.”

“The dimensions would surely collapse if official characters and OCs like us interacted on a constant basis. Heck, I’m not allowed to travel to other universes most of the time.”

Retro Ranter rolled his eyes. “Ya know…those “rules” seem pretty vague. And confusing. Can someone explain that to me again? There must be some way we can interact with the others and really get some exciting new fights in.”

MajinBlue smiled. “Why don’t we ask the author?!”

“What author?” asked Orack, eyebrows raised.

“Never mind.”

“I think MajinBlue must’ve had some tainted fish or something,” Enoki muttered.

“There are no authors, only gods,” said Chazam.

“And demented demons,” grinned Enoki.

MajinBlue was about to retort when a stream of orange light appeared from the distance and grew closer. The figure soon landed nearby in a flash of light.

Sumera let out a gasp. “Carrotta?!”

The Saiyan woman was huffing deeply, hunched over, and covered in sand and dirt.

Sumera ran over. “What happened?”

“He’s…he’s back…saw Broccolia and wanted to kill her…she wanted to train with him and be nice…they’re fighting right now…”

“Slow down,” said Sumera, keeping her steady on her feet. “Who’s this guy, anyway?”

“I tried to fight alongside…Broccolia…he’s too strong…had to flee…we must hurry!”

Without warning, she flew off back in the direction she came.

“Come on! This way!” called Sumera. The Saiyan led the way, followed by Orack, Enoki, MajinBlue, and Retro Ranter.

“So…” said Marita to Chazam, after the group had left. “Aren’t you gonna help them?”

Chazam waved his hand. “Nah, they’ve got this.”

“I hope she’s alright,” said Carrotta, managing to speak coherently, but still rushed. “The two of were training together on our own, you know, for a girl’s day out. We sensed all you guy’s ki, so we were just about to fly toward you. Then Broccolia heard some footsteps behind her and her eyes just went wide.”

“Wait a minute,” breathed Enoki. “You don’t think it was….”

A shrilling scream cut through the air, followed by a shaking rumble and the sound of a blast, chilling Sumera to the bone.

“I think, that was her,” he whispered.

The ground landed on the ground and rushed over toward the scene. Each of them got into a defensive position.

“Oh my Zeno! Broccolia!” cried Sumera.

The Saiyan ran over to a Saiyan woman lying on the ground. Her signature purple hair was in a messy fan around her head, her pale face dirty and scratched up. A gaping hole filled with dried blood took up most of her chest. Her arms and legs had been bent at unnatural angles. Dark red blood pooled from below her head.

“Broccolia? It’s me, Sumera!” he said, looking into her glassy eyes. She didn’t respond.

“Hey, Kathy Prior, wake up! Wake up!”

“That’s not her name,” spat Orack.

Carrotta looked concerned as well. “We got here too late…I can’t believe it.”

A teal blast suddenly arrived off to the right. In synchrony, Enoki and MajinBlue countered it with blasts of their own, causing a clashing explosion. The smoke cleared to reveal a man wearing all black, with a cross necklace, and long black hair. His eyes glowed teal-white.

“Saiyan Enigma TNG, I fucking knew it!” Enoki declared.

“Yes, I’ve been gone for a while and have decided to return,” he said carelessly. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“And you killed her, because…” Sumera pressed on.

“She was being annoying and I wanted to avoid her.”

“She looked up to you!” cried Carrotta. “As do all of these guys behind me.” She mentioned to Enoki, MajinBlue, Orack, and Retro.

“You guys aren’t worth my time,” Enigma replied. “Though I can appreciate your fighting and music skills.”

The guys grinned while Carrotta face palmed. “How many times has he avoided her or killed her?”

“Does it matter?!” said Orack. “If he wants a fight, then he’s getting one!”

He rushed forward, going Super Saiyan three. Enigma glared at him and he suddenly froze in midair. Orack strained against the invisible pressure holding him down. Enigma held out his hand, fingers in front of Orack, curled and claw-like. His right hand glowed with a golden light.

“Remix Psyche,” he commanded.

Orack didn’t scream or struggle…his blue eyes rolled in the back of his head, while the whites of his eyes glowed.

“Great, now we gotta fight a possessed Orack,” MajinBlue muttered.

But Enigma was not done. Orack hovered in the air and his body glowed in a white light. Red particles with white centers spread from his body and moved in circles. Tendrils of electricity briefly flashed across the sky. The lights kept spinning until they suddenly stopped and froze. The area dimmed and the particles merged into a single red moving line.

“Get ready, guys, I think he’s gonna use that line against us!” called MajinBlue.

But the glowing line stayed where it was. The group then saw the line move up and down in waves.

“Is that…music I hear?” asked a perplexed Retro Ranter.

“It…It’s coming from the line!” exclaimed Sumera.

The group closed their eyes and listened to the new sound that the Saiyan had just created. The sound was Greek in origin, with guitar riffs, and a dark electronic tone to it. Enoki thought that he saw glimpses of Orack’s memories and personality. The Tuffle opened his eyes as did everyone else.

“Yes, he turned Orack into music,” Enoki confirmed. The entire group feel silent.

Enigma snapped his fingers and the red line speed off into the distance, the music fading away.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” demanded MajinBlue.

“Your friend should be arriving into my laptop shortly,” he replied nonchalantly. “I don’t like killing people unless absolutely necessary. It’s not a lot of fun when I can’t get any inspirations.”

“Did you, turn anyone else?” asked Carrotta.

“Only a few asshole Earthlings who randomly decided to bully me. Their power levels and personalities…very disappointing. With them as music, it’s not worth sharing it.”

“Is he planning on turning the whole world into his soundtracks?” Sumera whispered to Enoki.

“No need,” Enigma answered, having heard him. “Though biased as this world is, I do need lots of fans and gamers to support me. And of course, I’d never turn my family into music. Dysphobia might as well make me a video game character, by that logic.”

“You have no logic,” Sumera responded.

“I do have a Logic music program and a game or two with that title,” he joked.

Enoki turned to Sumera. “Get the DragonBalls right now,” he said under his breath.

“Enough small talk,” Enigma said.

Enoki turned back to Enigma, and suddenly found himself being hovered into the air. But it wasn’t Enigma who was performing the action.

“I…can’t control…my body…” Enoki gasped. His eyes glowed white and his body glowed with a blue aura. “Hey, what’s going on with this fight here?”

“Um, that didn’t sound like Enoki,” said MajinBlue.

Sumera rushed off to get the DragonBalls along with Carrotta. Enigma raced after them, but was blocked by Enoki.

MajinBlue looked up. “Chazam?!”

“What’s up?” asked the custom god, with Marita watching from behind him.

He and Enoki spoke at the same time in the same voice, “I need a chocolate cake and a sweet wine this instant!”

“Chazam, let the Tuffle go,” ordered Retro Ranter, flying up toward the god.

“Why?” he asked. “You said that you wanted me to help out.”

Enoki leaned forward and karate kicked Enigma back several feet. Afterwards, Enoki fired a red blast into the sky that gradually formed into a red skull; a former human giving a dead grin.

“Deadgrin, that’s me!” he declared in a voice that wasn’t his own.

Chazam smiled. “It’s quite entertaining to mess with mortal’s minds sometimes.”

Retro glared at the god. “You won’t be getting any more food from Earth if you don’t let him go.”

“Do you want me to destroy your planet instead?”

Retro backed away in fear.

Enigma hovered into the air and raised both hands into the air. “Black Star Death Ball!” The bomb rolled against the ground toward Enoki. Chazam and Enoki spread out their arms and shot blue waves of blasts at the sphere. The Black Star Death Ball froze in place, then flew rapidly backwards back toward its creator.

Enigma teleported away before the blast impacted the ground with a huge explosion.

Everyone stared in shocked silence.

“Well, you’re welcome,” Chazam said. With a wave of his hand, the light faded from Enoki. He opened his now yellow eyes and shook his head. “What just happened?”

“Well, that was fun, but now I have other matters to attend to,” said Chazam. A dark energy flowed from his right hand. “Perhaps I could destroy your planet right now…OUCH!”

Marita had wacked his hand hard with her staff. Chazam clutched it tightly against his chest. “What was that for?”

Marita glared at him. “Give these mortals a break, will you, my lord?”

“I already told you, you’re my sub…”

“I know, but there are times when you go too far. You can have as much pizza as you want when we get back.”

“Very well,” he sighed. “I’m making more figures and sleeping,” said Chazam to himself.

The god then turned to the group. “Bye, everyone!” said Chazam. “Until we meet again!” Marita gave a small smile and a wave, before the duo vanished into space in a pillar of light.

“Hurry!” Enoki called. “We have to protect Carrotta and Sumera before Enigma reaches them.”

The group followed the Tuffle into the distance.