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Forgetting what happened in the show when they tried this.
*Laughs in Time Ring*
Ur granpap a trap
Inb4 Zamu laughs as 5 more take his place in his eventual death
More like rerewind the rewind.
This sounds like heresy to me
Sounds like Overhaul to me
Its time to rewind
https://imgur.com/MIYCzr3
Drying out coconut fiber is a pain.
That is all.
Hey look at that I'm back
As Winter listened to Flaz's plans he knew that niether of these plans would work he had to think of a way to get rid of this death ball or else history itself will be destroyed.
"We need a way to stop this or else this the end." Winter said as he started to think of ways that was until he heard a familiar voice.
"I'm sure the instant transmission plan will help deal with this mess." May said as she walked up to the two Clansmen.
"Winter go find a planet with no life on it and power up to the highest number you can reach and I'll instant transmission to your location. Once that is done we'll transmission back here before the death ball explodes on the planet."
"That sounds too risky.... Are you sure it will work?" Winter asked.
"I'm sure Winter just trust me I promise everything will be fine." May said as she held Winter's right hand to comfort him.
"Alright I trust you." Winter said as he embraced his Saiyan girlfriend.
"Lets do this!" May said as she went SSB and flew towards the death ball while Winter flew off in another direction.
Once May reached the death ball she noticed Kalla holding the death ball back with all the power he has within him.
"Kalla I need you to let go of the death ball me and Winter have a plan." May explained as she put her hand on the death ball and then using her free hand to put two fingers on her forehead waiting to sense Winter's power.
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After a long spar both Aylote and Erkin powered down back to their base forms as they shook each others hand.
"Not bad Aylote you had me on the defensive there for a while now." Erkin said.
"Heh you ain't half bad yourself either Erkin, you almost made me go full power." Aylote said laughing a bit.
After the two Saiyan warriors shook hands they went over to their family to get some rest and relaxation.
"You did great Papa!" Auber said as he ran to Erkin and hugged his leg.
"Thanks son I know I can always count on you to cheer for me." Erkin said rubbing Auber's hair.
"I must admit dad your fast despite being old." Kali joked as she laughed a little.
"Hey, I'm not that old I still have some years left in me before my hair turns white." Aylote said rubbing the back of his head.
Ur unc' a punk
Ur ancestors r incesters
Ur descendants will be dependents
The Boss: I finally found where you live Hank, and I'm coming for you.
Hank: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlBRK2xZ-l0
The Boss: ಠ_ಠ
Flaz watched the both of them disappear before he could even object to the plan, but right now they have no choice... Flaz just does what he can as he starts to spread the word to the other patrollers and teachers. Now with Kalla, he looked to May for a moment before he did pull away from the deathball, letting her do what she had to before powering down. Floating down to the ground and into the crowd as he thinks about his crushing defeat. "I need to get far stronger if I want to beat Zamu... I need more straining so I can control this power so I can't go blind with my rage..."
Flaz, after letting everyone know about what the plan was, started to ask around for patrollers to gather their Dragonballs so they could resurrect Pepper.
"Nice fighting out there son, that new transformation you whys have down pat is seriously nice. Abit weird looking though. Like, what happens to your shirts when you transform?" Flaz says as he smirks up to his son from his lawn chair,
"Not bad Aylote you had me on the defensive there for a while now." Erkin said.
Awfully quiet. Also John, you just let Geth die. Come on my boy, stop letting that happen :P
ZOCOM
Now that is bizarre, I could have sworn I logged into this account last week
My dude you have no idea how many times that happens to me. Thankfully it's exceedingly rare mine end up dying, I always get lucky and check my email on like the 27th day and it's like "Bruh, Shadow Hunters is dying tomorrow"
In other new the range of movement for my head is currently very limited. I don't know if I slept weird or something but unless I keep my head straight I am put in PAIN. You wanna look left? You best turn your whole body or you're gonna be trying not to scream. And that's coming from the person who dipped his entire hand wrist deep into 300 degree oil and shook it off.
So yeah. My neck hurts. A lot. I'm trying to massage myself but it's not helping much unfortunately XD time for some hot-cold treatment.
Yup, you slept weird and messed with a muscle.
curse my unconscious self
Purira, August 19, 4997
The Sector of Purira is a big place, the aristocratic Senate Lands the biggest amongst its nations. Billions upon billions of people live within the nation’s borders, more than ninety percent living within the metropolis lining the entirety of the continent’s eastern coast or commuting to one of the urban districts for work from out west. But the bustling city life is not for everyone, nor have all the families who have settled new lands centuries ago during Senate expansions wanted to leave their homes. These regions, the ones not filled with dangerous forests or supernatural cities, are centers of history forgotten by the many.
Sleepy little towns like Fort Pallo are perfect examples of the Senate’s ambitions and fickle nature. Once a well kept outpost guarding the borders of a young Senate far west in the hot plains south of the Wabachan Gannons, the Senator's thirst for more land crept the borders even further towards the warring Wabachan states during the Unification Wars of the 46th century, leaving Fort Pallo a fortress with nothing to protect. As nationalism faded, the Senate began to build up its economic powerhouse back east, and the clone armies were beginning to form, Fort Pallo was slowly forgotten. Now it is a fort only in name, a small farming town of less than three thousand souls having long since grown passed its modest old walls, with nothing to fear except the plain creatures of the western Gannon range. Being in a far out region comes with its blessings. While the area only has an emergency weather system to ward off storm systems from forming that can create tornadoes and disasters of the such, the Fort Pallo area is untamed and untouched past its fields of Goldgrass. Vast plains, rocky outcroppings, rolling hills, beautiful and unpolluted streams and lakes, with a stellar starry night to look forward to, there are uncountable places to hike and explore.
And Casey would take any single one of them over having this conversation again.
"Casey Wallace, where do you think you're going?"
It always started with that question, but it only lead to the same argument every time.
"Out." The boy drops a few food bars in his red jacket pocket before turning to the back door.
"Use your words son, and answer your mother properly." Casey holds in a breath to keep himself from answering with a biting remark and turns around to look at his mother and father. He wasn't really a boy any longer, at least in age. Halfway through 19 and a year out of school, well muscled and well built, he barely resembles his father, the stern spectacle wearing Metropolitan from a more "noble" lineage sitting at the dinner table reading the news from his tablet. He takes more after his mother, softer and rounder in features and passing onto him native blood from before the Senate's expansion. She also passed on her dark vanilla complexion to her son, but his skin was further tanned by long hours of play and exploration instead of long work days in the sun. Casey ruffles up his dark hair, running above his messy sideburns and down a long, meticulously kept ponytail down to his shoulderblades, kept in line by a band at its base and one at the end of it.
"Heading out to the Basin."
"You know that place is dangerous, Mr. Taney saw a Hapsid out there last week!"
"We'll be fine, it would have moved on by now."
"Don't tell me you're going to be with those troublemakers again."
"My friend, my business."
"You will watch your tone."
His father was met by a stare, though it remains silent. It takes a moment, but his father sighs and puts down the tablet. "Son, we just want what's best for you."
Havent heard that one before.
"These friends of yours do nothing but drive about the wilderness with no respect for their community or their futures as members of society. I dont want you to end up eaten by some animal without a penny to your name."
He already knew what sales pitch was coming next.
"I can get you a starter position at my company out east, one that will allow you to truly get somewhere in life. I can put in a few words-"
"I dont need a job in a high rise, I'm fine where I'm at now."
"Summer jobs dont make a career son. They wont put food on the table or a roof over your head."
Casey hear enough, popping the collar on his jacket and turning back to the garage door.
"You dont know how long what you have will last."
His hand freezes on the doorknob, but only for a moment as he throws the door open forcefully and storms out. His mother calls out for him but he doesn't stop, jumping onto his Solar Bike and starting it up, racing out of the garage with a roar, leaving his home behind.
He later returns home to find it burned and his parents killed, by blaster fire far too accurate for sand raiders.
Enkara hides his blaster.
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