It's the end.
That thought dominated my mind as I faced Demigra in the deepest part of the Crack of Time, golden flame blazing over my damaged form as I stared down the fish-like demon God. One arm hung limply from where it had been dislocated and broken by one of his lucky strikes, and blood flowed freely from a gouge just above my right eye and another just under my ribs on the right side.
Demigra didn't look much better, to be honest. One eye was swollen completely shut, with the other one barely open. Burns and bruises covered his body, culminating in a seared chunk off of his right side that I had managed to get with a Kamehameha. However, of the two of us, he was much more able to continue fighting then I was.
"Gue-heh-heh-heh... do you understand it now, weapon? You cannot win; here, in the center of my power, I am unbeatable!" my opponent boasted, before clenching his arm and gathering power around it. "Now, DIE-"
"Yeah, I know," I interrupt, and for some reason, Demigra pauses, power still gathered around his fist. "You're reversing time on your injuries, aren't you? Restoring yourself, keeping fresh... heck, I doubt blowing your head off would be enough to actually kill you; you've
become the Crack, haven't you? This entire place is you, and I'm just fighting an avatar." A twinge of pain lances over my entire body as I gesture around. "Even if I blew you to bits, you'd just... I dunno, make another body? Revert the body to a previous stage? I'm not sure."
Demigra somehow looked just a tiny bit surprised, before it transformed back into his normal, condescending expression. "Heh... you
are right that I am linked to this place, but you're-"
"That's all I needed to hear," I interrupt again. Then, my eyes close as I tune out Demigra's boasting.
Chronoa, Trunks, Master Goku... I'm sorry, but I think this is the only way that I can stop him. Please... forgive me...
Conscientiousness slowly came to me, and my eyes drifted open to perceive a great green dragon, staring at me. The sky was jet-black(What is 'jet'? I wondered at that moment), and a great machine of spinning gears was arranged behind him. "Farewell..." a great voice echoed throughout the heavens, and the dragon dissolved into white light. Seven glowing orange sheres rose into the sky, spinning around each other before scattering with a great CRACK, and the sky turned blue...
"I bet you're confused. I'll explain everything later, but for now, let's see how powerful you really are!" the purple-haired man in the grey jacket spoke, before unsheathing the blade on his back and charging me with a yell...
The purple-skinned girl before me smiled and waved. "Hi! I'm the Supreme Kai of Time, and welcome to the Time Patrol!"
Combat. Missions against many beings from all over time, from a long-haired Saiyan to a white-and-purple Arcosian, to even greater enemies...
Spending time training with Son Goku and Trunks, slowly becoming friends with the two of them...
Chronoa, beaming as she presented Trunks and I with another one of her baked bads...
Myself, smiling as Trunks and Chronoa bickered. Those two are made for each other, I thought then...
"You're a false being. A living weapon, created by the Dragon Balls. It's the only explanation," Beerus said as he slurped on a cola...
A dark will invading my mind, and I felt my body charging the cat-like God...
Trunks, a howling golden aura covering his body and a wild mane of hair extending backwards from the winds my purple-energy clad fist and his met...
Time twisting and jerking, and Chronoa being sent hurtling into a wall...
Son Goku, pinned down by four spear-like rods...
My fist clenches.
This weapon... has one last strike to make before breaking!
I reach deep,
deep into the back of my mind, where the foul energy Demigra had used to control me had flowed to... and I
pulled.
The golden aura and lightning of a Super Saiyan 2 erupted in full force around me, but now streaked with purple-and-black ribbons of dark power. My eyes began to glow red as a bubble formed around me, hardening my ki and the stolen magic into something
more. Demigra himself looked shocked.
"How... HOW? HOW CAN YOU HAVE SUCH POWER?" he shrieked, before attempting to shoot in and strike me down. When his fist entered my aura, it began to solidify into crystal and he jerked back. "What? Wha... What are you
doing?"
"The only thing I can," I calmly assert, as the power continues solidifying and tiny, crystalline motes of light began to drift off of my skin. "I'm a weapon, remember? I'm just doing my job and fulfilling my purpose; I'm striking down a threat to my wielders, even at the cost of my destruction! I'm going to shatter both of our bodies and souls, and scatter them across all of time! You will
never be able to recover from this!"
I took some pride and comfort in the expression of pure fear that crossed his face, and the "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOO!" that crossed his lips as he tried to attack me again, just for his arm to transform into crystal and his fist to break.
My eyes drift close.
For the sake of the Time Patrol... no, for Chronoa's and Trunk's sake... you know, I kinda wish I could have a bit of a normal life... yeah, that would be nice. Just Chronoa, Trunks, and I, with a nice little house and a garden... maybe they'd have kids, who I'd probably spoil rotten... A smirk crosses my face.
Yeah, definitely spoil rotten.
Goodbye, my friends. I only wish I could have stayed longer.
"Hrrr...
RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The bubble expanded, washing over Demigra and filling the entire place with golden light. And then... everything
shattered.
Time had taken a lot of strain, that day. From the attack on Toki-Toki City, to the defeat of Chronoa, it was barely holding itself together. And with the destruction of the Crack of Time... it couldn't take any more.
Time
broke. Chronoa could... mitigate the damage, and was able to save most of the past... but anything beyond Beerus's fight with Son Goku was irrecoverable.
Chronoa sat in her study, Tokitoki sitting on his perch. Outside, repair crews worked tirelessly, fixing the entire place. A knock on the door caused her to jump and jerk her head off of the table. "Come in..."
Trunk entered, a confused expression on his face and a photograph in his hand. "Um, Chronoa? We
may have an issue. People are-"
"He's being forgotten," Chronoa interrupted. "Whatever happened in the Crack of Time, it damaged his time-stream beyond repair. Even I can't remember if he was human, Saiyan, Namekian, or whatever. And his name..." she snorted. "That's basically gone now. It's just... the damage was so bad..." her head
thumps on the table and she groans. "Gaah."
Trunks pulled up a chair right next to her, and sat down. "Want to talk about it?"
She turned her face away. "...Not now. Just..."
On the forgotten photo in Trunk's hand, Trunks and Chronoa posed, arms around each other and smiling. Chronoa's arm was held out oddly, as if it was around someone else.
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Just a little plot bunny thingy.
