Third Eye

What went on inside, however, hadn’t changed that much. Through the blinding snow that pummeled the region constantly throughout the year, small, robotic insects gathered at the little shack, working, much as they did seven years ago, to collect cellular samples. This time, however, they didn’t have the specific targets they had then.

For this particular plan, Neo released the bugs on the general population of the Earth. He also made sure that he got current samples from the Saiyans. He wasn’t sure if they would be looking out for his little collectors, so he made them go back to the old lab where he had his last encounter with them. As for the other people...he had to be sure he had a large diversity of DNA. If this plan was to work, he had to be sure to...

“Wait a moment...” Neo said to no one in particular. “What is this???”

He studied the cellular sample in front of him carefully. It didn’t seem that old...maybe a few months...but the cellular properties were astounding. It seemed like a Saiyan cell, but it was different...and it appeared to have been able to generate a lot more power than any of the other Saiyan samples he had in his possession, including the current one he acquired from Goku himself.

“It looks as though I’ve hit the jackpot!” Neo mused. “If I can create a body based on this sample, that in itself should be able to guarantee me a victory over Son Goku...heh...couple this with my other plan and the whole damned lot of them are already as good as dead.”

Chaozu looked up at the young woman as she addressed him, “Yes?”

“I...you know...just wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?”

“You saved my life...when Xeon blew up the air car...”

“Oh, I see. You’re welcome.”

“And...”

“Hmm?”

“And...I’m sorry I messed up so badly. I should have been able to free your friend from Xeon’s control, but...I don’t know what happened...”

Chaozu favored Kassex with a slight smile, “Don’t be too hard on yourself. We’re human. We all make mistakes.”

“Well, don’t you worry,” Kassex said. “I won’t make that mistake again. I’ll get him next time. Don’t you worry.”

“Well, I for one am glad to hear that,” said Yamucha, with his back turned to the two. “If what you said about the demon summoning and his able to get as strong as I am are true, we won’t have room for mistakes from here on.”

“Ah...I know...”

“You sense anything yet, Yamucha?” asked Puar.

“No, nothing yet. This is going to be close to impossible now that our element of surprise is gone...”

How was it? How was it that that fool was able to find him so quickly? Xeon sat on the ground in the lotus fashion, eyes closed, pondering his dilemma. There was no way he could’ve been able to...that was when he remembered what Yamucha said the first time they met... “...Since you’re in Tenshinhan’s body, you should be able to feel ki as he does...”

That had to have been it...if he possessed the ability to feel a person’s energy as well, then of course he could track him. But...damn...That would mean he would have to move quickly now. He was too close to success to be stopped now.

Suddenly, his eyes popped open. He had a fix on where his manacles were. It was as he feared. It was far away from his current location. He would have to fly. That meant Yamuhca and Kafye’s descendant would be able to track him. He had to find some way to deal with them while he acquired his manacles. He also needed to find some clothes, curse that girl.

‘It can’t be helped...’ he thought to himself. Finally, resolved in his decision, he stood up, his energy coming to life around him, and took off into the midday sky.

Yamucha blinked suddenly. “Chaozu, did you feel that?”

“Yeah, I did...”

“What?” asked Kassex. “What is it?”

“Tenshinhan’s energy just spiked,” explained Chaozu. “He’s on the move again.”

“C’mon! If we hurry, we might be able to catch him before he gets wherever he’s going!” exclaimed Yamucha. He took Puar in hand and shot into the air. Chaozu immediately followed suit.

“Um...excuse me...” went Kassex.

“What is it?” asked Chaozu.

“I don’t know how to fly. Could one of you carry me please?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” went Yamucha. “You’re a mage and you don’t know how to fly? Don’t you have a broom or magic carpet or SOMETHING???”

Kassex crossed her arms in a huff. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make those kinds of comments. I am NOT a witch, or anything like that.”

“Hmm...I suppose you’re right about that. I could take you to a real witch if you’d like...” Yamucha quipped, thinking of Bulma again.

Puar looked at him, as if reading his mind. “...”

“Here, I’ll carry you,” Chaozu said. He floated down until he was eye to eye with Kassex. He then turned around, allowing her to wrap her arms around his petite shoulders. Slowly, he began ascending, making sure she had a firm grip on him. “Hang on!” With that one warning, he flared his ki and rocketed into the stratosphere.

Kassex yelped in terror, not expecting the incredible speed that he flew. Her terror was soon placated and replaced with sheer excitement. “Wow! This is incredible!!! I should’ve learned how to fly long ago!!!”

She tightened her grip, pressing herself more into his small frame. Chaozu tilted his head to the side and caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eyes, drinking in her features. The vibrant smile, the excitement shining in her eyes and the high winds whipping around her hair overwhelmed the small warrior with feelings he hadn’t felt for another in a long time. This caused his usually ghost white face to turn a bright shade of red.

In downtown Satan City, the students from a particular class from Orange Star High School were currently on a fieldtrip to Orange Grove Museum of History. The group, however, was missing two notable students...namely Gohan and Videl, who had received an emergency call earlier and were forced to leave.

“Alright everyone,” went the teacher, “this is the last leg on our outing. We will be here until one-thirty. After which, we will go to the restaurant we agreed upon before we will get back to school. Everyone got that?” All of the students voiced their agreement with the teacher’s itinerary. “Very good. Let’s go.”

In the back of the line was the lone dissenter of the group. “This trip has just been a major waste of time,” complained Sharpener.

“Aw, c’mon,” replied Ireza. “It’s a good excuse to get out of class.”

“Going to a stupid museum? Please. If we’re going to go someplace, it could at least be someplace interesting.”

Just behind the main building, Xeon, whom had acquired a new and more normal set of clothes, watched with interest as the teens entered the building. It would appear that his manacles were in that building. Not only that, but two of the other impossibly high power readings weren’t far away from him now. Not to mention that the nuisances that had been chasing him since Celeron were hot on his trail.

He didn’t know how much time he had before they found him again, so he had to act quickly. The problem was, he didn’t know exactly where in the building his manacles were and there was a good chance that the others would catch him before he found his remaining items. He would have to summon one of his past demon warriors to keep a look out for him. Only one at this time; he wouldn’t have been able to keep control of any others without his manacles.

He focused his energies onto the gem lodged in his chest until it began to glow a bright green. Just in front of him, a green light appeared and began to take shape. When the green glow died, Xeon immediately collapsed from the exhaustive effort. Looking up, he smiled at the fearsome beast that had appeared in front of him. He was at least seven and a half feet tall with blue skin, white hair that fell to his massive shoulders. He wore what one would think was a deep, blood red jumpsuit with a white stripe on either side that went from his armpit down his leg where it disappeared into his white boots. The top of his outfit was sleeveless, leaving his extraordinarily well-built arms bare.

“Where am I?” the demon demanded. “Who are you?”

Xeon’s smile disappeared and a frown took its place. “I was expecting the strongest of the demon world.”

The demon raised an eyebrow, “I AM the strongest.”

“You must be kidding. Where’s Dabura?”

“Feh. That idiot was brainwashed by some stupid wizard. From what I heard, he was unable to defeat a mere mortal, and in the end, he was defeated by the wizard’s creation.”

“Hmm...I guess I could understand that...I’ve met up with someone who is incredibly powerful...” Xeon thought to himself. “That could’ve very well happened...”

“You still haven’t answered my question,” said the demon. “Who are you?”

“I am Xeon, once and future king of the known world. I have summoned you here to assist me in my quest to retake my rightful position.”

“I am G’nola, and if you think I’m going to follow the orders of a MORTAL...” he slowly advanced on Xeon, “you are sorely mistaken.”

Xeon narrowed his eyes, “I don’t think so.” Once again, he focused his energy onto the gem in his chest and it began glowing. Another green light appeared around G’nola and it caused the great beast to scream in agony. “You may be more powerful than I am at the moment, but I could kill you at any time. You will follow my instructions, or else, I will send you back to the demon world...one piece at a time. Do you understand?” He intensified the pain, forcing the mammoth creature down to one knee.

G’nola bared his sharp teeth and managed to snarl, “I understand...”

Xeon allowed the green light to die. “Excellent.” He turned back towards the entrance of the museum, “Now then...there is an item inside that I must have in order to begin my conquest...”

“So what? You summoned me to get it for you??”

“Would you shut up and listen! I am going to go in and take the item myself. However, there is someone on the way...someone incredibly powerful that intends to stop me. I want you to keep him out of my way until I can get what I came for.”

G’nola looked away from Xeon, “Che...forced to take orders from a mortal...how degrading. That’s supposed to be for lesser demons, not one of my stature...”

“Think of it this way,” Xeon said, “You could well be facing the mortal that the mighty king of demons couldn’t defeat. If you manage to defeat the one Dabura couldn’t, think what that could do for your stature...” With that, Xeon made his way into the museum.

The large demon stood where he was, still looking in the spot Xeon once inhabited. With the man gone, G’nola was free to do whatever he wished. However, he did have a point. If he could defeat the ones the great Dabura couldn’t, then his stature among the others in the demon world would skyrocket...it could even lead to him becoming the new king of the demons.

“Hmm...I suppose I could do as he says for now, since he has presented me with this golden opportunity...” He turned his head towards the museum, “But just you wait, mortal...you’ll get yours soon enough...”

“Hey! He’s not moving anymore!” said Chaozu as he, Yamucha, Kassex and Puar entered Satan City’s city limits. “I can also feel that he’s close to something very powerful.”

“That must mean he found his power bands,” Kassex said. “This is our last chance to stop him. We can’t mess up this time.”

Yamucha glared at her, “‘We’??”

“Fine! I can’t mess up this time...geez...”

Yamucha looked back at the buildings as they rapidly whizzed by and sighed, “Those things would be in the middle of a city. I won’t be able to fight him all out this time.”

“Hopefully, we’ll be able to catch him before he gets his power bands,” Puar said, ever optimistic. “That way, you can hold back and still be able to beat him.”

“And we may just get that chance. Look!” Careful not to drop Kassex, Chaozu pointed to the small garden in front of the downtown museum. There, they spotted a person looking in the entryway of the museum with an abnormally high power reading.

Yamucha tilted his head to the side, “That’s not Xeon, is it?”

“It’s hard to say,” went Chaozu. “His energy reading has changed so much since he put that crown on...”

“Well, let’s just touch down and see…” The small band descended and landed on the grounds adjacent to the museum. Hoping Xeon still hadn’t fully developed his senses, they tried to sneak behind him to take him by surprise. However, once the powerful being turned around, they knew the little hope they had, was dashed. “You’re not Xeon...”

“Nope...the name’s G’nola. But I take it, you are the ones Xeon told me to keep out of that museum.”

“The museum!” repeated Kassex. “That must be where the manacles are! Let’s go!”

“Maybe you didn’t hear me,” rumbled G’nola. “I have been charged with keeping you OUT of there...” The monster began to power up. His energy was so tremendous, the ground began to shake and small bits of debris began to rise. He continued, “...and that’s what I intend to do!”

“Yamucha...” went Chaozu, “…his power...”

Yamucha nodded, “This guy just might be a problem...”

The pending struggle didn’t go unnoticed within the museum. Since earthquakes weren’t uncommon in this area of the world, the caretakers of the museum made sure that all of the exhibits showcased within were secure so that they could get through without much damage. The patrons, however, weren’t as fortunate as they were strewn all over by the force of the tremors.

Falling backwards, Ireza bumped into a certain bald headed figure with what looked to be a tiara attached to his forehead. Stopping to favor her with a sneer, he shoved her forward into Sharpener.

“Hey!” shouted Ireza. “What did you do that for?”

Xeon gave her a ‘humph’ and walked away.

“Hey!” This time, it was Sharpener. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to be nice to girls?”

Xeon looked back at them, “I WAS being nice.”

“Oh really? It looks like I’m going to have to teach you some manners!” Sharpener reared back and threw the hardest punch he could, connecting squarely on Xeon’s chin. Xeon didn’t even flinch, while Sharpener drew his hand back in excruciating pain.

“Feh...I have no time for the likes of you,” Xeon said, scowling. “Now leave me alone before you make me angry.” True, time was of the essence. Xeon knew the rumbling meant that a battle had begun outside...which meant the Human, Yamucha, had arrived. He had to get his manacles before he could be stopped.

“Sharpener! Are you all right?” Ireza asked.

Sharpener hissed, trying to shake the pain out of his hand, “I’m going to get that guy...”

Finding his way to the center of the center of the museum, Xeon finally found the objects of this desire...The manacles that Kafye used to store his considerable power. Paying no heed to the thunderous explosion that rocked the building, he went to the display and smashed the glass case that encapsulated them.

Sharpener rounded the corner, with Ireza right behind him, and caught sight of Xeon just as he put his power bands on. As soon has he had both secured on his arms, his eyes lit up...as did the rest of him. The great power the manacles possessed began to interact with the already great power within Tenshinhan’s body. The feeling was overwhelming for Xeon, as he let out a shrill cry.

Sharpener and Ireza had to shield their eyes from the tremendous light that the man before them was emitting. “W...what’s going on!?” went Ireza.

“I don’t know!” answered Sharpener. “I remember Gohan did something like that during the martial arts tournament! We’d better get back!”

The battle didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Yamucha and G’nola matched each other blow for blow with neither getting the upper hand. Yamucha had never faced anyone form the demon realm and wasn’t sure how to read their power levels accurately. It would appear that Yamucha was slightly stronger than the beast, but Yamucha wasn’t sure if he had the ability to tap into any power he couldn’t detect...the way Majin Buu did when he was threatening everyone. So he decided to be cautious, feeling out his opponent before he attempted to show exactly how powerful he was.

G’nola, for his part, was rather frustrated that he wasn’t making any headway against the Human. True, he was nowhere near his maximum either, but at his current level of strength, he should’ve been able to ground the pest into dust. He thought the rumors of Dabura fighting against incredibly powerful opponents and not getting a decisive victory over him was just a ploy by those sympathetic to his memory to make him not look like the weakling G’nola thought him to be.

Now that he had faced one for himself, G’nola was forced to ask a question Dabura himself asked, “How in the world could a mortal get so powerful???”

Yamucha, for his part, was quickly growing impatient. The longer this battle kept going, the greater the chance was that Xeon would get the manacles. He didn’t want to do this...he wanted to face Xeon himself because he knew it would be difficult for Chaozu to ever strike Tenshinhan, even if he wasn’t the one in control of the body anymore. But things were getting critical and time was of the essence.

“Chaozu!”

Chaozu floated up to him, “Yes?”

“This guy’s tough. It’s not going to be easy to beat him and while I’m out here fighting, Xeon’s free to grab those manacle things. That can’t happen! You’re going to have to go in there and stop him.”

“Me?”

“I know it’s going to be strange fighting against what appears to be Tenshinhan, but just remember, it’s not him! I’m counting on you. Tenshinhan’s counting on you. You have to go in the museum and stop Xeon.”

Chaozu didn’t relish the thought of having to fight against his long time friend, but Yamucha was right. He knew if he ever wanted to see the old Tenshinhan again, he would have to fight. There was no other way. “You can count on me,” Chaozu said, nodding determinedly.

As he turned to advance towards the entrance of the museum, it exploded and a human form rocketed forth from the blast, bouncing to rest not far from the group of warriors. Ireza emerged from the resulting exodus of frightened patrons and knelt down at the fallen Sharpener’s side.

“Sharpener! Are you all right?” she asked.

Starry eyed and slightly singed, Sharpener answered, “I’ll let you know after my little nap...” and promptly passed out.

Xeon emerged next from the smoke that poured out of the museum entry way, floating a meter off of the ground and glowing intensely, smiling smugly at the downed human. Craning his head slightly to the right, he spotted his main adversary paused in mid stride, as was the demon summoned to halt him.

“Ah...so you are here,” said Xeon, still smiling that smug smile of his. “Good, good. What do you say you and I have a rematch, hmm?”

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