Strawberry Fields Forever

Cyril tilted his head, accepting Makoto's point. "Alright then. Now what exactly about the moon Artik?!"

Artik turned to Makoto, "Hey! I was whining because we already had saved people! The Earth was our home away from home, and now its gone. But the people are saved," he gestured to the moon, "Roman architecture. Every planet's moon is a scanner. It scans the planet's contents and saves it in databases." He pointed his screwdriver at the moon, "Yeah. The earthlings were distributed... to you," he turned to Cyril, "Heaven. Seraphim and Humans!" He laughed at the novelty.

"Fuck...that. Enough about the damn Romans. The moon is a rock and if it isnt I am getting rid of the god damn thing. I'm sick of this god damn shark jumping, nonsensical, aggravating BULLSHIT!!!" Makoto snapped.

Cyril is going to let Makoto and Artik have it out with each other. Though his two cents says all moons being Roman tech wasn't very plausible.

Artik shrugged. "When you lot?" he gestured to Cyril, "We Romans decided, 'Well. This is cozy.' And then we promptly went back to our own place. A couple stayed and created an outpost--- Nova Roma. See, we'd been working on satellite technology back home. We decided, should anything show up and attack our outpost, we needed an orbital... orb... to scan the planet's population and be able to send the molecular patterns through the rift to Roma. Then its moon would set about rearranging the molecular structures of unneeded matter, and voilà, failsafe. Only..." he laughed dryly, "our enemies learned this and during the First Siege of Konstaniyye, blew up Nova Roma's moons." Artik smiled, "Apparently, chunks of it scattered across time and space and began repairing themselves. Not all moons are Roman Sattelites, but... apparently Earth's is. Aaand," he turned to Cyril, "It found you as the Earth's leader, and sent the data to your moon palace, which seems to have turned some of the rapidly groqwing hallucinogenic forests into your little subjects."

Makoto fulfilled his promise and blew up the bullshit moon.

Artik slumped, "The... transfer wasn't complete. You just killed more than half of the earrh's population!"

Makoto shrugged.

Cyril stood uncertainly. "I suppose we can go back in time and rig the moon orbital satellite thingy to go faster. Or fix whatever is happening." Cyril figured if they could fix this then he wouldn't kill Makoto in fiery vengeance.

Artik sighed, "You... can't change history if you're a part of it..."

"I'll go grab someone and give them the means to do it then."

Makoto rolled his eyes. " dragonballs. We have done this how many times now? They an die an unlimited number of times and it doesn't matter."

Artik shrugged, took his sonic back out, and analyzed a moon rock, "Nope. Won't work." Artik blinked, good idea, Makoto!"

Artik disappeared.

Artik returned with a sackful of tupperware. ""Noap."

"Are you sure that they didn't make it? Check again, Artik." If Cyril had to find the dragonballs to fix this he was going to kill someone

Makoto went back to reading a he was completely uninterested in the proceedings.

Artik checked again, "Strange. They did make it. But... the last half were genetically morphed in only one respect... they're more physically aggressive to aliens." Artik shrugged. "Keep an eye on 'em, Cyrrie. Don't want a Seraphim/Human war." Artik scoffed at the absurdity.

Cyril twitched. What had that prophecy said? Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. "If that war happens like the prophecy says because of you two I am going to kill you. Unless you're already dead." he aimed this last bit at Artik.

Artik made an 'OooOOOOooooOooh' sound, "Prophecy? What kiiind of prophecy?"

Makoto looked at Cyril. "Don't believe in prophecy. I am not going to let some asshole who died thousands of years go tell me what I am going to do."

"Says a Saiyan who just potentially started a war. Like that asshole who died a thousand years ago said." Cyril muttered under his breath. "There was a supposedly Solar Saiyan prophecy that a war between the humans and Seraphim will occur. The humans will be stirred to unrest and moved to battle by a Saiyan."

Majority looked at Cyril. "Won't happen. They try to start something I'll just destroy them before anything happens. Simple."

Artik was about to agree to Makoto. Then he heard Cyril, "Solar Saiyan? Oh, dear. As children, we were told about the prophecies in the form of bedtime stories: The Sorrow of the Madmen, The Vegetable Monkeys, The King of Nothing and the Child of Man. That last one was my favorite. Anyway, the story goes that each Roman prophecy was written by a time traveler. We'd laugh that off--- back then, not even the Seraphom had achieved this."

"The last one is definitely our prophecy. Laetus kept calling Riza the King of Nothing. I think we can safely assume the Child of Man is Ryuzaki."

Makoto blinked. "I don't think it involves Riza. He doesn't want anything to do with the universe."

Artik nodded towards Makoto. "That one's a poem about the Rise of the False Heaven... Ellis Island or something." He turned into Mike Gambon because I can't remember who he looks like now and scratched his beard, "I think this one is The Angel's Last Bow. It goes something like,

'Monkey Man Seaweed did a bad deed,
and now the little subjects are mad.
Man on the moon knows that he's doomed,
and his people engage in blood.
Man on the Moon is granted a boon and bows one last time.
All of it ends, dust to dust, ashes to ashes, the universe is reduced to slime.'"

Artik laughed, "Yeah. Our parents were morbid as fuck."