((This takes place in the past, simply because I feel like I haven't been using time travel enough))
Let us start by saying this. There will be very, very many winks and nods to homoeroticism. I am sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but it is simply unavoidable- inevitable if you will. It is just in the author’s nature to make a tip of the hat to homoeroticism when he is searching for a reptile's balls. I mean come on it is just too easy to do. So, in conclusion, sorry but not really sorry about making references to balls and testes. So now here we go, on to the story my darling, beautiful, perfect, mystical, omnipotent readers!
There was a warm, yet slightly abrasive, humming noise and a 10 foot by 5 foot silver capsule materialized out of thin air. It stood proudly about 500 feet off the ground. A panel in what we assume to be the front slid in and revealed an interior that was larger than the exterior. Inside was a large, classical study. The walls were lined with bookshelves containing a huge collection of books among other things. The other things included gold, antiques, jars of strange substances, various rare and strong metal alloys, many objects thought to be long gone, and many things that weren’t even native to this universe. These things were much like the owner of this space ship. He was not native to this universe either. A foot stepped out of the ship and did not find solid ground like it expected to. The rest of the body followed suit and tumbled from the space ship hovering 500 feet above ground. “GOT FUCKING DAMMIT!!” The man from another universe shouted. The man fell almost a hundred and fifty feet before he caught himself and started flying. Yes this man from another universe could definitely fly. It was an impressive thing. People seem to forget that most people can’t actually fly because of so many people they see flying about. But this man could, and he was excellent at it. Why this very minute he was expertly flying up, and going back to his ship which was flying high above him. About a hundred feet above him to be exact. “I must really find a way to fix these glitches in the ship!” The man exclaimed angrily as he reached the door into the space ship. Let us take a moment to describe this amazing man from another universe. Let us first say he was tall. This narrator would say around 6 foot 2 inches. He had a worn and beaten blue top hat he wore which made him appear a bit more taller than he actually was. The narrator knew that this man from another universe would soon get rid of it of his hat because he thought it was a bit of a nuisance. The man was pale and he had beautiful, perfect, dark brown hair. He appeared to be about 185 pounds but of course that is inexact as the narrator does not have the means to weigh the man from another universe. He was definitely a thin and borderline scrawny. The man wore a mottled and very well worn suit underneath an equally mottled and well worn cloak. A small towel peeked out from underneath his cloak as well. This narrator thinks that now that we have a nice description of the setting and the man from another universe we can now name the man. His name is Cyril and he was looking for the testicles of a fire breathing reptile because apparently they can make you more powerful, who would have known? Well, besides everyone.
Cyril stepped into the space ship and slammed the door shut behind him. On the inside Cyril began pressing buttons and making changes to the main control panel and muttering in an irritated manner about that “Stupid and inefficient eternal dragon.” Every now and again the space ship hummed or beeped or screeched as Cyril made changes to the space ship’s core wiring and other little fiddly bits. A smile spread triumphantly across Cyril’s face as he pulled to wires close together and connected them. There was a loud pop and a flash of electricity and for a moment the ship’s lights seemed a bit brighter than they should have been. “There! No more glitches for this Seraph or his space ship!” Cyril gave a small victory dance and pulled from his pocket a radar, then he looked to and fro from the computer panel and the radar. Cyril through briefly about the radar’s interface and scope compared to the computer’s scope. If Cyril could just connect the two machines then things would go so, so much more quickly. He connected them and smiled as he found four dragon balls in very close proximity. “Excellent! This is going much better than I expected.” The Seraph did yet another small victory dance today was going very well for him. The Seraph stopped suddenly. A look that this narrator can’t quite place took over Cyril’s face. It was an expression of horror, grief, and a grudging acceptance. Cyril had just felt one of his friends die. Makoto had just died. Cyril wasn’t sure how to take the sudden news. Makoto had been an awfully mixed up man. He had killed millions, nay, billions and Cyril knew he deserved to die more than anything else. But could Makoto had been insane so could he really be held accountable? “Guess it doesn’t matter now.” Cyril said quietly. Cyril went to grieve with Artik.
Due to the complex nature of time travel, Cyril was back within a moment and in a much better mood. He rechecked the dragon radar, “Whelp, still there.” Cyril rubbed his hands together; he had to catch up to his friends power-wise. The only way he could do it was through the mystical, omnipotent dragon balls. All he had to do was summon the dragon with them and wish for power, simply as that! Cyril looked at the radar and checked it one more time. The front panel that was considered the front door slid open and Cyril poked his head out. This time the space ship was planted firmly in the ground. It was planted firmly 500 feet below the ground to be precise. “DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!” Cyril shouted at the wall of dirt surrounding him. He closed the front panel this is considered the front door with a thud and went back to him panel. This damn radar didn’t display three dimensions and so the dragon balls were indeed near, but only in two dimensions. So he was still 500 feet away from the balls. Cyril sighed deeply and he fiddled with the control panels again. He looked absently at the dragon radar but noticed something odd. “Wait a minute…” Cyril got close to the screen and squinted. One of the dots he was near looked a bit wider than normal. “Computer, for god’s sake make this dragon radar three dimensional.” The computer hummed and the dragon radar became three dimensional. Underneath one of the dragon balls was another dragon ball. He definitely would have missed that for quite awhile if he had not made the thing three dimensional. Cyril opened the door and threw a blast of ki to dig through the dirt. He grabbed the buried ball and returned to his ship. “Let’s try this once more Computer.” Cyril paced about the control panel and tried his best to teleport to each dragon ball and take them. And he succeeded.
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