In the far corners of space, an elderly woman was travelling at astronomical speeds. Perched on top of her crystal ball, she made her way through the remnants of a dead, distant planet. At the center of the debris was a large floating land mass where a Palace stood, grand and defiant against the asteroids that threatened all around.
In a past life, the Palace was a magnificent sight. Today, however, the Palace was in a dilapidated state, smashed tiles, and broken statues lay in crumpled heaps covering the once beautiful and luscious gardens. Weeds were growing through the cracks of the brick pavement. The leaves and stalk were shriveled and appeared as though they were dyed a sickly black color. The stained white marble columns struck high above, looking down upon any lowly mortal that dared enter this forbidden realm.
The old woman shuddered but remained undeterred with her goal kept in mind.
She levitated towards the gate where a sign could be seen high above; its letters were painted in red against a golden circular backdrop. Whilst the paint had faded over the course of time; it was still eligible to those who could read the alien language. The word held a dark, sinister meaning.
堕落
The word had a lot of different meanings, but she simply knew one interpretation.
Daraku (Fallen).
The old woman gulped as she pushed the door, creaking as it opened. Her palms, like her brow, were covered in a cold sweat. The hallway inside was majestic, however, like the courtyard and building's appearance, it too had been left to ruin, compounded by millennia of neglect. At the end of the dark hallway were the main chambers.
She entered the room feeling the immense weight of the dark power that was being emitted from these walls. As she reached the centre of the room, the old woman hopped off her crystal ball and kneeled, lowering her head to the ground. A giant god-like Being sat on a mighty throne at the top of a series of stairs. Unlike the decor, the throne was in immaculate condition. A dark shadow covered the entity however as he settled comfortably into his chair. The outline of his figure was hidden from view, but the smirk on his face could be felt by the foolish creature that kneeled before him.
"What brings you to my domain, Witch?" demanded the dark figure, as he towered over the small, frail old woman.
"I humbly ask a request from you," she said, her voice shaken.
"Do you just?" questioned the Being menacingly, but intrigued.
"Yes," she said with less confidence than before.
"So this is not a social call then, and here I was expecting a tea party," he joked, taking a sip of tea from a large ornamental cup.
"I am sorry your immanence."
"Hmph!" he scoffed. Undeterred in her resolve, she held her position, her body cowering below him. "Well, well. It must be important if you are addressing me so formally," mused the Being, as he stirred his cup. "Fine, I'll play along. So what do you want?"
"The warrior that has fallen ..." she began hesitantly.
"The one from your world ... hmmm ... Ah yes, I remembered such a long time ago. It was an excellent fight, but it could've had a better ending. Tell me, is that warrior's soul still lingering amongst the ruins of that forgotten city?"
She nodded curtly. "That is the reason I am here."
His interest peaked as he leaned closer to listen to the old woman's story. "Oh please, do pray tell."
The old woman cleared her throat. "I've been asked to take his soul to find a new home, where he can be happy and live a peaceful life ... so that he can move on ... before vengeance consumes him and he becomes a demon."
"You want me to interfere in the business of the hereafter? And for such a mundane reason? How absurd! No. It's not my business nor do I care. You may leave now," he said shooing her away like a common stray cat.
"Your immanence, wait," begged the old woman, "please I beg of you."
The Being looked down on her, annoyed she was still there. He bends, bringing his face within metres of hers. His eyes were boring into the very depths of her soul. Sweat was dripping from the witch's brow like melting ice. "Why? What’s in it for me?" he asked with a cold smile.
"I have listed the help of a Namekian," she said hesitantly. "He has offered to make you a set of -"
"Dragonballs ..." he interrupted.
"Yes ... to do as you wish."
"You know I really hate to point out the obvious but why did you not use them yourself?"
She shook her head sadly. "The Dragonballs have limitations. They are only as powerful as its creator ... the warrior's spirit, his vengeance, and anger are far too great for the Namekian, so the dragon has refused."
He smiled. "And those foolish Kai's won't help either?"
"No. They too, also lack the power to do anything."
His grin grew. "So to stop a demon, you make a deal with the devil?" he roared, laughing at the irony.
"Your immanence. If the situation doesn't change, I fear the worst. The warrior must be put to rest, or his rage and vengeance will consume his spirit and destroy us all. I beg of you, please."
He looks down upon the wretched creature once more while stroking his chin. He personally had no need for them, but his own powers were limited subsequent to his banishment. Unable to do much himself, he'd have to be content with watching the mortals of his realm destroy themselves as they sorted the power of these mystical balls and the greater evils that were sure to follow. It was too tantalizing of a prospect to ignore. "Very well we have a deal. Bring the Namekian you spoke of to me at once," he commanded.
The old woman's eyes brightened for a moment, but her joy was quickly dashed. Fear instilled within her as she watched the Being's face turn into a frightening smile. "What are you planning on doing with him, Master Lo-Kai?"
"Nothing you need to worry about," he chuckled before breaking into a menacing laugh. "After all, I know the perfect place for him to set his hooves."