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Inside the chamber on the ship slept a weak boy tapped into a dangerous power. While those around him discussed his potential, the young Saiyan's dreams were mired in an endless nightmare. Though he knew he was living in a memory, it made the terror and pain no less real. When the boy attained the power he longed for, the power had killed his father.

[i]Not the power...[/i] Thought the boy, as he watched the scene again, his body glowing green and an enormous power overwhelming him. His mind played through the events that followed, as his rage at his own weakness led on a rampage.  [i]It was not the power, it was me. A savage beast hidden inside my cage of weakness.[/i]

The boy would continue to float inside his chamber of torment, haunted by memories until the ship reached the orbit of Arcose. Meanwhile, outside the chamber, the scientist, pilot and warrior still spoke of the suffering Saiyan. The scientist murmured, “Dr. Hound sacrificed himself for this project, to give this boy the power he longed for. I believe that he will continue to produce results, though we will need to find a way to make his base form stronger.”

“Continue to play your games with the boy, but I doubt they will amount too much. The boy is too weak to begin with,” Stated the woman Saiyan flatly.

“Out of more than a handful of children, only once survived the gene therapy. Only one, was strong with the potential to control the power,” Returned Dr. Corgie, his voice as flat as the woman's as he continued to watch the displays on the tank.

“What are you watching?” Asked the Pilot, his eyes moved from the Saiyan to the scientist.

“The boy's brain readings, which seem troubled. They always seem troubled while he is sleeping, ever since he awoke from his coma.”

“You're not going to give him anything to help him sleep better?” The pilot queried, watching the boy in the chamber twitch.

It was the Saiyan woman who answered the Pilot's second question, “There is no drug which conquers fear, only those that suppress it. If he can overcome this, he might actually be worth these tests.”


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[hider=Glacial]
The younger twin led the elder back down the stairs, they passed freely and without obstruction. That is until they reached the one of the gates on the first floor. Like the other two gates of the mountain belonging to the Red Clan, this one was guarded by a strong warrior in his Combat Form. The guard paced back and forth, stopping the Servants coming through on occasion to see what was being brought into the mountain.

Glacier's feet stopped moving and he leaned toward his brother, his lips parted and he started whispering, “See the big guy? There is only one of him! I say we take him out!”

With that excited whispering, the Arcosian took off running toward the guard at the gate. Screaming at the top of his lungs, Glacier spooked many of the Servants and dashed forward. He looked back once to try catching the look on his brother's face. Turning back toward the task at hand, he dove beneath of the guard and kept on running.

Once he had gotten a safe distance away from the gate, the boy slowed and started to look around. Glacier turned around, not entirely sure he would find his brother there, but still confident, “Did you really think I was going to fight that guy?”

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For a long while Azamat had stood beside Piccolo, his eyes watching the carnage going on below them. One match ended and another started, this one pitting two mixed bloods against some sort living liquid metal that froze everything it touched. The Makaioshin's mind wandered, still exploring the coliseum even while his body stood motionless. 

Though the Demon King Piccolo knew his master's mind was elsewhere, the Namekian also knew he would not be able to touch the Demon God. He had tried once before and it had ended quite painfully. Piccolo could not know the extent of his master's powers but he knew they were formidable enough. The Namekian shrugged and continued to watch the two Arcosians trying to struggle away from the liquid metal even as it froze them alive.

The Pride of Evil's mind lie at the edge of his reach, which was not all that far. Still it was enough for the Makaioshin to pick up on a faint familiar sensation, the feeling of amplified evil. His mind reached out and grasped it, touched it and discerned which one had decided to come to the tournament. Oozing from the feeling of evil was the sense of Deceit. He knew the other Demon God would notice him soon enough, if he had not already.

Azamat broke the trance, returning his presence fully to his body. For a moment the man stood there wondering if he should pay the other of his kind a visit, if only to remind the other of his position. Never one to ignore a chance to stroke his own ego, the Pride of Evil turned away from the Demon King and strode away. Slightly annoyed, Piccolo said nothing as the Makaioshin stepped through one of his portals.

It was not directly in Luceptor's room, that Azamat eventually stopped, instead being courteous enough to stop outside his door. Rapping his fist against the door, he called to his kin on the other side, “I take it you haven't forgotten about me, little liar.”
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