the predator

thx for the support joot. ill check your fics out later. sadly i can advertise other fics too much, it gets too scrambled. Ill try and add you in , to repent your action. I'll read ur fics soon.

the predator

yah the last part of this stupid chapter. Don't abandon me yet guys.

Chapter 1 : Expectatations : Part III

Last time on The Modern Generation Weye, Jyron and Goshi led us to the annual Capsule corp barbeque where we have seen our once great heroes in this recent period of time. Vegeta highly criticsed the Z-fighters-to-be, Weye heard the legandary warrior's words and realized he had to prove him wrong. Can Weye, Jyron and Goshi surprise the obstinate prince of their skills or will they overlook the matter and head on ? Find out now as the chapter concludes.....

The barbeque progressed on normally as more people arrived. As Jyron and Goshi conversed on Weye looked at the Z fighters...all of them.

He first set his eyes on his father's companion...Yamucha and his wife Marron. Weye had never been informed about the Z fighters' capabilities but he knew that his beloved father and that man were good friends! Weye could just imagine them fighting alongside each other....

Weye then set his eyes on Kurillin. A short warrior nonetheless he was said to be great. Krillin had now aged rapidly and his posture showed it. He was now hardly any better than Muten Roshi but he was still stronger than Muten Roshi by far yet Weye couldn't see how. He had heard Goshi's grandfather comment on the stout warrior's power and he could manage to gather that Krillin was more capable than he looked.

His eyes had rested on kurillin for awhile but now they slowly turned to observe Yajirobe. The man was fatter than ever as he wolfed down chickens and cakes (eww) , he didn't see HOW that man could ever be good at fighting but he was wise beyond his years and knew that he should never underestimate anyone...

A loud clank came and three fighters stepped in....the three strongest fighters at present. In the midst of them stood gohan....he had always been highly rated by many fighters including Vegeta. His aura was more powerful than ever as his smile radiated everywhere. He was more manly now and he had gotten much taller and not to mention muscular. Weye always valued Gohan as a great fighter and treated him with respect. On Gohan's right side walked Goten. Goshi's father....To Weye he was very much like Goshi, only more mature but he is an adult so you expect that. Weye had never seen Goten as a great fighter as he always joked around and seemed a bit like a slacker but he was great still. Goten had gotten stronger and more muscular like Gohan, his hair had regrown and had changed shape. His hair long up to the bottom of his neck. His smile was cheerful and energetic which made you happy at times. On Gohan's left was Trunks, Jyron's father. He didn't have the same authority Jyron possessed but he was great too. He also had a mischievous thing about him but he was more mature than Goten. His crystal blue eyes were always stuffed with determination and pride. As he grew he had changed his personality a lot unlike Goten. His hair had grown longer too and he was much more muscular now. His body mass was far greater than Gohan or Goten's. The three together formed a great aura which made people look up to them in admiration. Even Jyron and Goshi who were deep in conversation had stopped and observed their fathers not only that.....

"Daddy ! hey Daddy !" Goshi exclaimed as he jogged towards his mischievous father.
"Hey there buddy!" said Goten smiling at his offspring. Goshi embraced his father. They always had so much in common, it wasn't really a close bond though just a similiarity in likes.

Jyron's pride was too high thus he didn't childishly walked up to his father as his play mates did. He wasn't a child, he was growing up and he had to be more mature to be a good fighter yet he still liked pulling pranks.

Trunks was used to Jyron's way of communicating, so as usual he walked up to him instead. Jyron was alot like Vegeta, he hid his feelings and cared about his pride. Apparently all that time at Grandma's had taken his tole on him and his character.

"Hey there Jyron." said Trunks softly, "oh hey dad." said Jyron showing no interest whatsover. "How about we go and work out huh buddy?" offered Trunks cheerfully always happy to follow the same routine. "Boy would I? come on let's go" exclaimed Jyron enthuiastically as he lit up childishly. "Woow take it easy there partner. We'll do some training once the barbeque is over okay?" he questioned, "yeah sure" confirmed Jyron mildly reverting back to his uninterested form. Trunks smiled at the child's unique point of view, Gohan had noticed his grandson as well and decided to say hello too.

"Hey Jyron. Man you're gettin' a little old now aren't ya?" asked Gohan playfully.

"Yeah of course I am gran'pa." said Jyron respectfully, keeping eye contact with his grandfather. Jyron respected his grandfather as he was voted to be the greatest fighter of all time. It sometimes made Trunks a little tense.

"Hey dad, where's mum?" asked Jyron putting his discussion with Gohan to an end.

Trunks snorted and sighed, "That's what i'd like to know. She's probably off somehwhere "browsing" with bulla." he said regretfully as he snorted once again.

"Aww come on Trunks chill out and have a snack." said Goten as he handed him a bowl of choclate fudge.

"Thanks Goten..." Trunks reacted appreciating the support. "Wahhh" He exclaimed as
a handful of worms crawled on his hand. Trunks dropped the bowl as Goten and Goshi hollered with laughter.

Gohan sighed and spotted the unnoticed Weye observing thte crowd. "Hey there uh Weye..." greeted Gohan almost forgetting the young child name. "Hello mister Gohan." uttered Weye looking into Gohan's eyes with total respect. "Call me Gohan." replied the master of fighting, sensing the courtesy within Weye's voice. "Yes mister gohan." replied the 5 year old politely. Gohan smiled and dragged Trunks and Goten away as they moved on.

Goshi trotted back and teased Jyron about the prank that had been made recently whilst Weye continued to strangely observe these great fighters....

The buzz in the barbeque went on for quite some time and finally the three bored children slept on the soothing grass once more. Weye awoke first at sun down.

The people were saying their goodbyes and leaving the populated area. Tien walked up to his successor and his foster son. Weye embraced him like before and loved the security he recieved and Tien returned the feeling of care and bond. "Did you have fun my son?" asked Tien as Chiaotsu floated behind. "uh huh"2 Weye moaned sleeplily. "Daddy....you gotta train me so that I can be great like mister Gohan someday." groaned Weye through closed eyes. Tien was taken aback by the request , "Don't expect to be as strong as Gohan, Weye...I like that you are committed to fighting but I don't want you to be disappointed. Don't get your hopes up son." Tien urged but Weye's reply was solid and silenced him. "No daddy, I will be as strong as Gohan. I will. I'll make you proud......." dreamed Weye as he fell asleep into his father's hands.

The family walked away and flew back to their magical forest...

Meanwhile Jyron and Goshi awakened with great energy. "Man I can't believe we nodded off." muttered Jyron, yawning as his companion mumbled in agreement.

Jyron streched a little and furiously punched Goshi in the ribs. Goshi got up angry, every part of his body was aching with tire and now his ribs hurt with pain.

"You bastard..." swore Goshi and Jyron smiled evilly. "Fight me." requested Jyron mimicking the cocky face of his grandfather.

"Don't worry I will" accepted Goshi angry as his aura blazed. The child attacked his play mate with lust but Jyron had already named it as a friendly spar. Goshi threw punches and kicks but Jyron avoided them easily.

Goshi wondered 'how could Jyron get so strong so fast? I guess he wasn't giving it his all last time' Goshi thought as he tried to punch the saiyan hybrid. Jyron's aura blazed high and he phased behind his play mate and threw a dense ki blast which threw Goshi's defenseless body to a tree nearby, shaking its leaves off.

"aiaaiaiaia what was that for?" demanded Goshi. "For pranking my dad." Jyron replied with a cocky grin. "hmph jerk!" Goshi commented as he walked off to join his father. "bah, I will be the strongest figher ever !" said Jyron with ambition.

Little did he know Vegeta was watching from above. "heh heh nice work my grandson, you've got potential and the right idea." said Vegeta to himself. He had never noticed his eldest grandson's capabilities. He had expected more from Goshi since he was half saiya-jin but it seemed that Jyron was more saiya-jin than his genes claimed to be.

Meanwhile deep in space, the castle-like ship drew ever nearer and next morning would be the start of the great war.....

End Of Chapter 1: Expectations

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Now the fun really begins. I just hope you guys are there to see it heh.

Joot

Pretty good, pretty good

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the predator

okay this time im gonna post the whole chapter. but if i'm shown no gratitude again then i'm just going to have to finish the first saga in a lame format and continue the second and the good first saga somewhere else where its appreciated. I write for me but i like it better when i get replies for my work. anywho do what you want.

Chapter 2: a meaningless battle, the beginning of the war.

Last time on The Modern Generation, in the previous chapter we've seen our heroes and their incarations' characters. They have evolved and we see Gohan Trunks and Goten in a majestic form. Today a challenge is made but is it really all that great? find out today in Chapter 2!

In the castle-like spaceship, far out in the vacuum we call space, General Yestran lied. In a large dome shaped room with black ink-like symbols printed on the wall. He laid….The noble General was sitting on a fancy mechanical chair where he faced a large monitor that reached up to the ceiling in height. The General’s hand was supporting his hooded face as his blood shot eyes continued to race around the gigantic monitor. His other hand slouched across the keyboard. In his prince like cloak he sat, it was apparent he had been there for a number of hours and finally all patience was lost…

“Oh the hell with it!” he said out loud. He had been researching, the Z fighters’ and the saiyans’ history and characteristics. It was far too long though. First he had to wait for the ship to analyze the earth and infiltrate the targets’ minds. Then he had to view the general aspects and now he was watching the long lives of these warriors.

“I’ll just send some trainees to obliterate these apparent fools!” he said. These warriors’ power levels were far too small and their progress was too slow to have evolved dramatically. Even though the general knew that it was a mistake to be reckless of these fighters’ potential he thought ‘what are the odds?’ and left it to that conclusion.

He pressed some keys and the monitor moved to shut down. Before the screen went blank an image of the last recorded research was displayed. It contained a man with spiky hair and orange gi moving towards a great big muscular bald man, his chest bare and was wearing nothing but underpants; he also had evil black eyes, on the side stood another short man who had spiky hair and a crooked evil smile.

The screen went black and General Yestran walks away his scarlet cape swerving back and forth as he made for the oak door. He would soon realize he should’ve been more cautious but for now his pride lingers.

Trunks was found in the gravitron room. He along with Goten and Gohan were sparring with their incarnations and each other.

Jyron was restless he threw volleys of numerous kicks and punches. Trunks admired his son’s determination as him and Goten sparred with him. They both landed blows on Trunks’s muscular body, mainly because Goten was at an equal level with him which gave Jyron an advantage and whilst Jyron weakened Trunks with his punches Goten used this distraction to overpower his rival.

Meanwhile Goshi was trying to land a blow on Gohan, his efforts were in vain. Goshi dived up in the air and shot two yellow ki blasts, Gohan moved to dodge them, but Goshi had phased in front of him and with a smile he uppercut his grandfather, at least he thought he did but as the fist was about to strike his chin, Gohan phased above him. “kamehameha!” he announced as the blue beam was directed towards the boy. Biff! Goshi was forced into the wall covered in bruises.



“hmph” grunted Jyron, Goshi’s ears caught it on quickly. “Hrrraaaaa” cried Goshi and fired a finger blast like attack at Gohan who dodged it.

“Come on Goshi, hit me!” taunted Gohan. “Fine I will. Be prepared.” warned the small warrior. “hyaa” cried Goshi as he uppercut Gohan. This time it hit and Gohan was filled with bewilderment. “See toldcha I’d hit ya. Wazzamatter? Are you too shocked to accept the fact that I was right?!” exclaimed Goshi.

‘I wish that was the case’ thought Gohan. “Uh Goshi, Jyron go outside for a minute.” said Trunks as he shoved them out of the gravitron.

“Do you guys feel that?” asked Gohan confirming the evil presence he had felt before Goshi’s taunt. “Yeah what’re we gonna do?” asked Trunks looking at Gohan expectantly, Goten followed his lead. Gohan sighed, smiled and said “We’re gonna assemble the Z fighters’ that’s what we’re gonna do. But try and not let the kids catch up on this, you never know what they might do if they heard we were goin’ on a mission.” he requested.

“Right!” they both chorused.


In the castle like spaceship the attack was being calculated and prepared. A bulky man with orange spiky hair and purple skin was announcing the plan. “….I am sergeant Hugimme and I will be saying what’s what, got that?” he demanded waiting for approval as he glared at them with his empty green slabs that were instead of what supposed to be his eyes.

“Yes sir!” they said simultaneously. “hehe good. Now here’s the damned plan. YOU trainees” he said pointing his finger at a group of young soldiers “are gonna be at the centre of the attack, accompanied by devorals.” He said spitting wads of saliva on a blonde trainee. “Privates will attack in front. I and some o’ these pathetic corporals will be watching the show from the back with some devorals, fight well trainees because the boss is expecting a good report. These…earthlings” he spat “will regret the day they met us.” he finished evilly. “Now here’s how we present ourselves…”

As the gruesome sergeant continued to preach the Z fighters formed their colony.

The showdown was about to begin as earth’s elderly warriors stepped up to challenge these newcomers. The line-up was magnificent. Stepping up in the battlefield in front were Kurillin, Tien, chiaotsu and Yamucha. Behind them came the last saiya-jin, Vegeta his nose high as usual and behind walked the glorious trio, Trunks and Goten at the rear with Gohan in the middle, a step backwards from the his companions.

‘If only you were here Piccolo-san’ thought Gohan as he remembered the face-off against Nappa. He had been scared then but today he laughed at the inferior being Nappa was. Gohan looked at Vegeta. He remembered facing him several times on Namek. Sometimes it was nice to go back in the past and relive those experiences. ‘Father Watch over us’ he then thought as he recalled Goku facing the ginyu force with the dominance of a king. He had always been there for them. Will they be able to overcome such problems without his physical presence? Gohan had decided that he would live up to his father’s wish and protect the earth but can he really be as legendary as his own father. He had saved his friends once against the horrific android dubbed Cell, but truth be told his father’s spirit was the cause of Cell’s defeat. Gohan’s fist clenched. “I will not fail you dad.” He whispered as he looked high up in the sky.

As if he was pushed back in to reality he saw the looming figure of a cone-shaped space ship landing towards earth with great gusts of velocity. The next second a warm gale was set upon them as the ship landed leaving a small crater in its path. The ship opened and the proud sergeant stepped out grinning like he had just won the lottery.

“Do you come in peace good warrior?” asked Tien courteously.

“In peace?” chuckled the sergeant softly as his smirk widened. “When I’m through with you. YOU’LL COME IN PIECES.” He said maniacally and out of the blue a score more cone-shaped ships and made genocide on the subtle land.

“haaa” cried the privates as they ran barbarically to their slaughter. The humans smiled and kicked forward leaving a trail of wind and dust. Krillin charged two hand-sized ki blasts and expressed his rage on them as they exploded into nothingness. Tien and Chiaotsu fought them simultaneously, they never stood a chance as flurry of kicks came their way, Yamucha’s assault was very amusing. He hopped on their heads using great force on his landing, soon it became like stepping stones. A mere deadly game to the spiky warrior. The privates were eliminated easily and the humans stood victorious and confident. “Whydcha have to kill so many huh Yamcha?” complained Kurillin. “You snooze you lose Kurillin” replied Yamcha but as he finished the sentence they were suddenly surrounded by two circles made of cone-shaped ships appeared.

“Looks like I don’t lose yet.” Said Kurillin. The inner circle of space cones opened revealing some bulky looking demons. They were exactly the way a child would picture them. They were muscular with light red skin and middle sized black horns. Their eyes were like the sergeant. The only thing missing to make them complete to a child’s perspective of a demon was the tail and the fork.

The outer circle of cones opened and some young, nervous looking faces stepped out. They were human like with armor. Each of them looked scared but some more determined than others.

“this time I’ll enjoy my assault and don’t steal too many kills Yamucha” said Kurirrin with a wide grin as Yamucha sighed.


“Don’t forget to leave some for us Kurirrin” reminded Tien coolly.
The Devorals suddenly opened their hideous mouth and launched some green gooey ki blasts. The slimy attacks collided with the warriors as the devorals along with the sergeant smirked.

“heh your turn f-” began the sergeant but was interrupted.

“oooh 18’s gonna kill me.” Remarked a playful voice as the debris cleared. The sergeant gaped, the other Z fighters smirked and the trainees gazed in terror and trepidation .

As the debris fully cleared the four fighters stood. One of them gaping at his clothes whilst the other three faced the crowd.

“HUGRAHH” growled the devorals in a savage war cry but as they were about to land their attacks on their opponents there were blown away as the three slightly powered up their outstanding pearly white auras.

The humans powered down as the devorals stood up, snarling as they rubbed their bruises.

“meh I’m bored of these clowns.” Said Yamucha as he lunged forward at them.

“NOO YAMUCHA !!” cried Kurirrin as Yamucha used his stepping stone technique and finished the last devoral off.

As he walked back to them he was pierced with mental blows in the form of glares by all three of his partners but he decided to not make contact for now.

“Yamucha….these……baby asses ….they’re mine.” Remarked Kurirrin as he made for the bewildered trainees.

In fear and regret the trio of prospects tried to flee but to no avail. With a great war cry Kurirrin assaulted one as he was about to fight the others his spiky ”friend” eliminated all of them with a ki wave.

“YOU FUCKED UP JERK!” cried Kurirrin as he kicked Yamucha on his behinds. “ow, geez I left one for ya.” Remarked Yamucha as he grabbed a lump of soot. The thing moved and struggled in the warrior’s hand.

Kurirrin grinned in triumph he pulled his right hand back to punch but suddenly halted. “You know I feel kinda sorry for these guys. Its too bad they’re bad guys. Oh well” he sighed as he moved his punch forward. But to his bewilderment the lump wasn’t there.

Tien stood smirking as he wiped soot off his fist.

“again kurirrin….you snooze you lose.” Remarked Yamucha.

“and again Yamucha….it seems I don’t lose yet.” Said Kurirrin turning around remembering the annoying sergeant.

‘the bastards….they obliterated our hottest prospects….and…and…took it like a game…if I survive here…I certainly won’t survive General Yestran’s wrath!’ the sergeant thought as his green eyes stared at his opponents’ mischievous faces in anxiety.

Suddenly some more ships arrived and out came some squat soldiers and a second wave of devorals.

“Where the crap have you stupid nuggets been?” he demanded.

“Sorry boss, we assumed you’d finish the fuckers by now. Is there a problem?” asked a blue faced corporal.

“Forget it just-” the sergeant was interrupted again as Tien vaporized the whole squad along with their ships.

“TIEN!” cried Kurirrin. Tien shrugged and smirked mischievously.

The bubble faced sergeant was now shaking with fear. ‘man…these guys are strong….they will surely beat me…especially the one with dark hair.’ He thought looking in fear at Yamucha ‘and and…the one with three eyes…’ he now faced Tien with ‘and even the idiot seems ..s…tronger’ as he now glanced at Kurirrin.

“okay bubble face is mine.” Said Kurirrin glancing at the fidgeting sergeant in a beastly way.

“No way Kurirrin, he’s all mine.” Complained Chiaotsu. “I’m the one who got the least action. I should be the one to take him.” he added with his squeaky voice.

The sergeant narrowed his eyes to see where the voice was coming from. He hadn’t noticed Chiaotsu at all and grinned in triumph at the sight of him. ‘a mime puppet ? oh sweet fuckin’ Jesus I thank you!’

“oh come on Chiaotsu !” groaned Kurirrin hungrily. “no he’s all mine.” Finished Chiaotsu as Kurirrin slouched away to his chuckling companions.

“You ready?” questioned Chiaotsu as he hovered a meter closer. “As ready as I’ll ever be ! Get ready to die !” shouted the sergeant as he leaped forward clenching his body until veins started bulging out.

The sergeant opened his mouth wide. He was hungry, he was going to tear this mime limb by limb. “HRAH!” he cried as he leaped forth throwing his massive hand at the small human. Chiaotsu dodged it as the sergeant threw another and another and another. “stand-still-you..-fuckin-puppet…argh” he said between frustrated attempts.

“As you wish bubble face!” chirped Chiaotsu as he caught his massive hand. “RAHH” cried the sergeant savagely as he tried to smash Chiaotsu with his free hand. The tiny warrior simply swatted it away like a fly.

Then the sergeant threw volleys of punches which Chiaotsu all caught. “YOU….BASTARD!” he cried as he leaped back and threw a green ki blast.
To the sergeant’s amazement Chiaotsu caught it and threw it back at him.

“oomph” snorted the sergeant as he crashed on the solid earth.

Kurirrin looked enviously at the little warrior. He wished he was the one toying with the arrogant baboon.

Meanwhile Gohan and the others had been looking on with a bored gaze on their face. There they were sitting on some boulders as Trunks and Goten slept whilst the others, Gohan and Vegeta looked on. The thing had become very boring when the corporals showed up.

‘Man these guys are worse than buu’ thought Gohan exhaling all the despair fueled up within. ‘Is this supposed to be a threat? I hope no more weak aliens like this come along and waste our time. But I guess its better than getting our asses kicked by some evil tyrant. Or not.’ Gohan sniffed as he watched the mockery of a battle. ‘Dad would’ve loved fights like these. He would love playing with these losers.’ He thought sighing again, then his thoughts moved to day dreaming about his father’s power and the ‘good old days’ on Namek. Yes those were the time. Venturing on Namek, meeting Dende, fighting the ginyu force, gathering the dragonballs, facing Freezer, watching his father go super saiya-jin. Yes very good times they were.


The sergeant has now got back up and was throwing kicks along with punches and ki blasts. He was battered and bruised, mainly because of the ki blasts the warrior threw BACK at him. Finally Chiaotsu got bored and decided to make a move….
BASH !The little fist struck the pudgy warrior in the stomach and threw him up high in the air. The action happened in slow motion to the sergeant and he fell with another crash.

The sergeant got up grunting but then soon screamed in fear as the warrior threw himself at him.

“oohhhhhhh crap!” cried the sergeant as Chiaotsu threw a volley of punches and kicks. It was a horrible assault for the sergeant. Face, ribs, legs, arms, eye, nose, chin, cheek, nose, eye, ribs, ribs, arm, leg and so on and so forth it went.

Soon he was covered in bruises and cuts. His knees were barely supporting him, in fact they were shaking with weakness and fear.
Chiaotsu wasn’t finished yet he threw another series of limbs at the sergeant and this time his groans and cries were louder. Blow by blow, punch by punch, kick by kick the warrior was tortured. Then Chiaotsu began to throw yellow ki blasts at him. Soon the lights flew, the smoke revealed itself and the explosions sung as they made impact with the stout sergeant. How much more could Sergeant Hugimme take? It certainly wouldn’t be long before he’d be mince meat.

“p..p…please…have…mmmerrcy” cried the sergeant as tears welled down his face. Chiaotsu halted immediately. He knew when enough was enough. Breaking down his arrogance was one thing but humiliating the man was another. He certainly deserved the embarrassment but Chiaotsu wasn’t the kind of person to hand it to him.

“how pathetic !” Remarked Vegeta for the first time. The solemn prince walked up to the pitiful sergeant and asserted his dominance over the poor excuse of a creature.

“You call yourself a soldier ?!” at this Trunks and Goten flew away, they knew what was coming, they both have lived under Vegeta’s rules, especially Trunks. Besides they were wasting time there anyways.


“My my you deserve to die ! You just threw your pride down the drain. Kiss my shoes you worthless piece of s**t !” commanded the high prince as the sergeant hesitantly bent down and faced the man’s feet.

“ugh get your slimy lips away from my shoes you piece of crap!” he cried kicking the man’s jaw. The kick was so ferocious that the half his bones broke.

“Vegeta…” began Gohan, “Don’t bother me now. I’m in the middle of something.” He snorted, “Vegeta..I-” he tried again but again he wasn’t allowed to finish, “ I said shut up.” He remarked.

“Vegeta just get to the point !” Gohan commanded. This was brutality, his father wouldn’t have TOLD Vegeta to stop he would’ve kicked him or fought him off. But at least he was trying to stop Vegeta just like his father would’ve done.

Vegeta turned around and he and Gohan glared at each other, the wind howled as the tension rose, each were staring at each other in the eyes as their spiky hairs moved against the breeze. But in the end Vegeta gave in to those kakarot-like orbs.

“Fine ! bah I get no satisfaction nowadays.” Vegeta exclaimed turning around grumbling. “Thanks Vegeta.” Murmured Gohan with a pleasant smile.

“hmph don’t mention it.” Said Vegeta as he walked over to the assaulted body lying on the ground.

The sergeant grunted, he had been trying to get up and escape ever since the quarrel started but all he could do in this condition was twitch.

Vegeta walked across to him and grabbed him by the neck. Gohan clenched his fists, ready for a resistance against Vegeta’s actions.

Vegeta lifted him up high by the neck and look at the hateful creature’s green slabs for eyes. “Listen here you windbag. Tell your superiors that we shall have no more nonsense and he should flee if he knows what’s good for him. Give him the message you useless fat friar !” and with that he threw the sergeant into an open space ship. The sergeant landed on the soft seat with a thump.

The now not-so-arrogant soldier thanked god that he was spared by this barbarians. He would be able to cherish the life before he was vaporized by his superiors. But what was this ? the one who spared him was coming back. He was raising his leg. The sergeant put his heavy arm and tried to shield the awaited kick. SLAM ! The door was kicked shut, so hard that the glass window was cracked. The sergeant sighed in relief, he adjusted the ship to go with his painful limbs.

The others watched and observed as the ship took off with a whoosh leaving a trail of impure grey smoke.

“I don’t think we’ve seen the last of them.” Remarked Gohan, “Neither do I.” agreed Vegeta smiling with glee. “Good. Maybe this time I’ll get a good fight” Kurirrin said shooting glares at the others, Yamucha chuckled “no way kurirrin.” He said, “Why you….bastard !” Kurirrin was now shooting glares like hurtling rocks as everybody laughed at the funny situation. But Gohan knew that he wouldn’t be laughing for long. He knew there was something out there. A force, stronger than the one they had just faced. He just knew it and he cherished the little moments he had because they might never come again.

The Z fighters walked towards the sunset as the strongest fighter, Gohan looked up at the majestic clouds and gave his father a heart warming smile of victory.



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not a good battle for now. But its STILL a battle the real battle will come in Chapter 4 I'm afraid. yeah yeah i know i'm slow on updates so if anyone reads this dont tell me that.

Razz

just caught up in your fic again. Really good. Keep it up, or ELSEJust kidding

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the predator

actually i was just giving up and my heart was head or heartlocked when i saw it was updated...thx penguin lord. i'll try and post another.

Joot

another good chapter predator, and a long one too, i haven't heard from in a while, did i do sumthin wrong?

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the predator

another heartlock. Thx joot. No you didn't do anything wrong. What gave you that idea?

Joot

like i said, i haven't heard from u

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.Ignitor

cool man, i just caught up i never saw this one but man its cool u should continue! me n penguin need some competion lol j/k but 4real i like it lol

.Princess Pan

Quote:(Yamcha has a small little girl whom is 2 years old. Her mother is none other than Kurillin's old girlfriend Marron.)


i don`t get it Marron is Krillen`s daughter

.Son Gohan

QUOTE(Princess Pan @ May 22 2005, 04:46 PM)
Quote:(Yamcha has a small little girl whom is 2 years old. Her mother is none other than Kurillin's old girlfriend Marron.)


i don`t get it Marron is Krillen`s daughter




There's two Marrons, one was anime-only from the Garlic Jr. Saga and the other is Krillin's daughter. He means the one from Garlic Jr. Also, your story is good Predator. The only thing that bothers me is the age difference between Trunks and Pan, they're fourteen years apart.

the predator

thanks son gohan glad your back, but everyone loves the trunks pan couple so i decided on it. besides i heard age doesen't matter when it comes to love. my granpa was 20 yrs older than my granma even if this is the 21st century. In the past I was all for Marron+Trunks but that's over.....there are too much pan-trunks comments that it would seem false so i caved in and made Trunks be Pan's lover.

I will continue this fic soon thx for all the comments, Ch 3 is almost done but i've been to scotland and exam finals are near so updatets may be difficult but I'll try my best.

.Ignitor

cool man cant w8, but yea trunks n pan is a cool couple!!!!

the predator

woow almost forgot the title and the beginning parts. well sorry for the late update. I'm gonna try and update this thing in parts just like in chapter 1. I was aiming to make a fight in this chapter but it got too long. so the real fight will be in chapter 5 i'm gonna say 6 just to be safe. anyway thanks for the comments and here's chapter 3. Enjoy !


Chapter 3: The General's fury

Last time on The Modern Generation the mysterious General sent some weak troops along with some demon-like beings dubbed 'devorals' to eliminate our heroes. They were all destroyed by Kurririn, Yamucha, Tien and Chiaotsu. After killing them they spared the cocky sergeant in charge of the assault to give the message to his superiors. How will General Yestran react? Find out today on Chapter 3: The General's fury


Sirens howled, lights flickered and a metallic door belonging to the castle-like spaceship which now lied in the void of space, opened with a whirr, A space ship entered and landed within. As the door closed the sirens continued to scream until the entrance was completely shielded once again.

The cracked door opened and out crawled the pitiful sergeant, his damaged body was now seeping with blood, he groaned as he slithered his way across the dimly lit room.

The damaged creature sighed and gave up as he let himself go completely. The struggling sergeant breathed deeply back flat on the iron floor. He closed his eyes and tried to soothe his wounds by ignoring the pain that they were laying upon him it had started to work when a mechanical door opened.

The sergeant turned himself around carefully and crawled over to the newcomer. The bulky warrior walked up to the injured sergeant. The creature had a rhino like head only his skin was blue. His glowing red eyes penetrated the sergeant and the massive biceps he beheld were clenching.

“Sergeant, mission report !” ordered the beast as he revealed his sharp fangs. The sergeant grunted and slowly raised his head a little and put his hand on his temple to salute the superior being. He adjusted his head a little so that he’d be slightly more comfortable.

“Colonel Blug, sir…they….they killed us….killed us all….they told me…that…they will….beat…us if we….proceed…..ugh….any further attacks.” He replied gruffly between coughs and pauses.

“Died? You mean all the trainees….died?” he said in a dangerous low whisper, “THEY KILLED THEM ALL?!?!” he demanded raising his voice, enraged of the deaths of the young ones.

“Affirmative…ugh…there were eight soldiers….only four of them did the damage….ugh the other four…are apparently….superior. Mission report complete.” Stuttered the man as his head rested on the ground again.

The injured sergeant grabbed the colonel’s firm ankle. “Please….help me.” He said his green eyes pleading for mercy as blood continued to flow out of his body, he was nearing his death as moments, no seconds, passed by.

“you…you let them die and now you dare ask for help ?!” he whispered gruffly, and with that he grabbed the wounded soldier by the neck and stared at him with anger and authority. “You let them die ! you worthless scum !” he exclaimed as he moved his free fist back. “HRUH !” “AHHHH!” they both cried and the next second the colonel wasn’t holding anything, only brown dust which swirled to and fro until completely diffusing.

The colonel kept staring at the grey ground. The General wasn’t going to like this, not at all. ‘If he’s in a bad mood, I’m gonna be known as Colonel barbequed , one thing’s for sure, he’s not gonna be too pleased with this report.’ His mind echoed.

He gulped and moved forward to the door, he opened it and slowly went up the stairs, a clank with each step, he will be walking to maybe his doom.

His lower lip trembled at the thought and soon his whole body began shaking. The colonel jogged in a torch lit hall marble statues and wooden walls decorated the hall with splendor and majesty . Dust puffed as he took a large step. Soon…tears welled in his eyes. Tears of fear and grief. The general wasn’t really ruthless but he had his hopes up for those trainees and this surely won’t turn out well. He’d be better off running away or not submitting the report, but no he wouldn’t be able to run from the dark lord’s empire for long. He was lucky to be part of it.

Colonel Blug rubbed his tears away and looked at the door before him, his hand moved in slow motion as he turned the knob and let the door open inwards, his whole body went rigid but he stiffly walked towards the dim room. He could see a hooded man behind a mechanical chair drinking red wine.

“Yes ?” asked the general calmly

“Colonel Blug sir, submitting Earth take-over report.” He said hiding his anxiety.

“Proceed.” Commanded the courteous General

“Very well sir….Mission failed sir, squad defeated and they only used their weakest warriors…I believe….” He said nervously his muscles clenching and his jaw stiffening.

“Any deaths?” asked the general after a pause.

“Yes sire, they all died, sergeant Hugimme was the only survivor, condition: half dead.” He said regaining his composure.

There was a large pause and the blue skinned colonel was sweating in fear. The tension was getting to him and his legs starting to give in, they wobbled crazily.

“Dead ? All of them?” he demanded raising his voice.

“Y-Yeah….” He stammered, his legs almost gave in and he partially lost his balance.

“Razok too?” he asked

“y…yeah”

“Hisam?”

“dead”

“Wilsan”

“All dead.”

The colonel grimaced and actually shielded himself bracing himself for the most brutal onslaught.

“This can’t be….Where’s sergeant Hugimme?” he asked.

“dead, he uh…he died after he finished his report.” Lied the colonel, he normally would have told him the truth but he didn’t want to urge the General to do the same to him. That would be suicide and he’d rather live.

The tension was high; you could cut it with a saw. Suddenly the mechanical chair turned around and the hooded General faced the colonel. Two orbs glowed red from within the hood; at this the colonel’s legs crossed and he started to shake so hard that it was like he was in a helicopter.

The General raised his hand and pushed the air. Without warning a wind erupted from nowhere and flung the Colonel across the room. “WAAAAAAH !” cried the colonel as his back hit the wall with a thud. He grunted and lifted his head.

”GET OUT BEFORE I RELEASE MY FURY ON YOU !” shouted the general, The colonel’s eyes went wide with fear and he hastily got up. “uh…Yes sire” he said, stumbling out the door. Another gale threw itself upon him and chucked him across the hall. The door slammed shut and the Colonel sighed in relief.

Back on Earth the colony known as the Z fighters trained their bodies as they awaited a much more challenging battle than the last.

“haa” cried Goten as he threw his fist at his older brother’s gut. Gohan effortlessly caught the punch and kneed him swiftly in his gut. “umph” grunted Goten as he fell on his knees. “Man Gohan you’re so….strong.” Gohan finished the attack as he side-kicked his younger brother against the wall.

Gohan wasn’t even at full power and he beat his brother with no effort at all. He had never been able to use his power, no one had ever been much of a challenge. Secretly he liked the idea of invasion from these unknown assassins, he may get a chance to release his rage on their leader but he doubted that the oppressor would be that powerful.

“come on brother, get up, you’ll never be as good as me if you keep slacking.” Advised Gohan as his younger brother got up slowly. They each took a fighting pose.

“IYAA” cried Goten going for a second try, as he charged forward however, Gohan had phased away. Goten scanned the small room and felt a headlock. The inferior brother resisted but to no avail, he was kicked from behind and thrown out of the gravitron room.

Goten landed on the grassy garden of Capsule Corp and sighed as he stared at the clouds, he turned his head and saw Vegeta and Trunks sparring away.

Trunks had lowered his power level so that his gray father could keep up, of course he didn’t tell his father that, why Vegeta would go ballistic.. Vegeta lunged forward his fist erupted with power and clashed with Trunks’s face.

The boy was thrown across the garden. He hadn’t been expecting that, suddenly Vegeta phased from above and elbowed him in the gut pushing him further into the ground.

“bah come on boy show me some true power !” Vegeta complained as he grabbed his son by his neck and threw fired a ki blast point blank. The energy irritated Trunks, it was worse than a slap, his face burned. Trunks’s aura expanded and the force chucked Vegeta away. “crap !” cried Trunks as he lowered his power level once more.

“Good Trunks, I think you’re improving.” Said Vegeta as he picked himself up. Trunks sighed