The First Summoning.

Cyril placed his dragon balls in a circle and waited for his friends to do the same.

Makoto placed his Dragonball down and backed up. "I wonder if Porunga is still mad at me." Makoto looked at Cyril and waited for Artik.

Stan dragged in Artik's body. "So... Working for your enemy? Fight?"

"I shot you. You are more dead than Abraham Lincoln." Cyril looked annoyed.

Makoto clenched his fists. "Cyril take care of this before I lose myself again. If he stays around I might end up murdering the damn dragon!"

Cyril killed Staniel. He used no stats in doing so because he did so in the previous topic.

Artik woke up and brushed off the bits of Namekian. "Why am I never around for this?!" He cleared his throat. "Tak Oraname pbhhht," which translates to 'RISE ETERNAL DRAGON', and isbin no way a Spongebob reference and calling Oraname a douche in Namekian.

The sky went black, the balls, even the ones Makoto still held, glowed(glew) and shot Porunga into the sky. "I AM THE ETERNAL DRAG--- MAKOTO? ARTIK?! MEDAMMIT. Look, what do you want?"

Cyril stepped forward, "First, I want the planet Heaven of Universe 42A to be reborn in the Eastern Galaxy." He shifted uneasily, something felt... wrong.

He blinked. "I CANNOT DO THAT. I CAN BARELY PLACE THE PLANET IN OUR UNIVERSE. MOVING IT TO EAST GALAXY WOULD BE TOO DIFICULT."

"Where ever then." Cyril sighed, "Just bring it back."

Porunga decided not to mentioned the poles would be reversed. Or the fact it would spin a little faster. "IT SHALL BE BETWEEN HERE AND EARTH. NEXT."

"Lower Cynric and his henchmen's powers!"

"AS MUCH AS I CAN. IT IS DONE. LAST WISH, MORTAL BITCHES."

Cyril looked at Makoto, a bit on edge.

Makoto walked up to the dragon and prepared to make his wish

"Makoto, I'm sorry. I need one more wish." Cyril looked somewhat regretfully at Makoto. "I challenge you... the children need me. I'm so sorry."

Makoto stated at Cyril. "I won't show any mercy." Makoto looked at Artik. Give me the stone Artik." Makoto turned his gaze to Cyril. "I will not let you get in the way of my redemption."

"So be it." Cyril's expression hardened. It pained him to do so, but there were children out there. Children of the Seraphim that were dying. "Stone?"

Artik held up the small, shining object. "This. Only..." He looked, pleadingly at Makoto. "Please. In the end, it was chosen for you to live. I was there. We all saw the sacrifice. For you! Don't do this. Either of you." He looked at Cyrul. "Just use the TARDIS!" He sighed. "But... if you must resort to violence, let's make this fair, eh?" He threw the gem at Makoto. "You'll have to fight me, both of you. I'm not picking sides, but I have my own reasons to fight." His eyes gleamed. His shouted some dead, forgotten language as a sort of war cry.

Makoto looked at Artik sadly. "You too my old friend?" Makoto crushed the stone in his hand and suddenly his power skyrocketed to match that of Cyril's. "I am complete again." Makoto looked between them. "I am sorry....but I have to save them."


Health: 6903
Ki: 6903
Stamina: 3543
Speed: 3541

Cyril harumphed. "The TARDIS cannot take me far enough. Or quick enough! Already they are being found," He said this last part with a creeping note of horror and surprise, "They are being found!" He shook with emotion and his ki whipped into existence. (Guardian Trans. and Racial Trait.)

Health:6,903 x 2 = 13,806
Ki: 5,300 + 690 = 5,990
Stamina: 4,350
Speed: 4,205

Artik threw off his robes, revealing his armour. "Let's go."

Ki 6000
ST 2350
SP 2350


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Makoto began to shake. "N-no..." He looked at Artik with actual fear in his eyes. He was not afraid of Cyril, but of the fact that he might fail. "Artik...If our friendship has ever meant anything then listen to me now. I...I need your help." He struggled with the words. "I-I can't do this on my own." He was practically pleading.

Under normal circumstances Cyril's hearts would have broken. But they were already broken and were being stepping on the vast and heavy boot of life. He felt the children he had hidden from the war being hunted down one by one. Cyril ignored Makoto's pleas for help and aimed a ki punch fueled by panic and sheer frustration at him.

Health: 13,806
Ki: 5,990 - 4,000 = 1,990
Stamina: 4,350 - 2,000 = 2,350
Speed: 4,205