DRAGON BALL MASTER: NEXT GENERATION SAGA
Welcome to AGE 804 an alternate future in a cosmic era, our seasoned warriors venture into space, unveiling ancient secrets. Meanwhile, Earth's new protectors- Goten, Bulla, Pan, and Uub-trained in diverse...
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Anahlock sat upon his throne, a figure of both regal bearing and formidable presence. His brown-hued skin, reminiscent of the Earth itself, glowed softly under the celestial lights of the Dragon Realm. His piercing silver eyes, brimming with intelligence and ancient wisdom, were fixed intently on the monitor before him. Clad in celestial black robes, a testament to his royal lineage, he exuded an air of authority that commanded absolute respect.
On the monitor, Goten struggled against three Neo Machine mutants on Earth. Each move, each desperate attempt to counter their relentless assault, showcased his resilience and determination. Pan and Uub had joined the fray, yet even their combined might seemed futile against the Neo Machine mutants' strange and devastating tricks. Energy sapped and bodies battered, they were losing ground.
Anahlock's expression hardened as he watched the battle unfold. The strain on Goten's face, the sweat dripping from his brow, and the desperate look in Pan's eyes were mirrored by Uub's faltering strength. Despite his immense power, Uub was being overwhelmed by the relentless attacks. Anahlock's fists clenched, a surge of anger rising within him. He could watch no more.
With a swift motion, he switched off the monitor, plunging the room into a tense silence. The battle's images faded, replaced by the haunting memories of his past. Anahlock rose from his throne, eyes distant and filled with sorrow.
"I never wanted this," he began, his voice a low, mournful whisper. "I never wanted to be a harbinger of destruction. But the Saiyans... they left me no choice."
In the midst of the battle, Goten's energy reserves were dangerously low. He dodged another barrage of energy blasts from the Neo Machine mutants, gritting his teeth against the pain. "Pan! Uub! We need to regroup!" he shouted, his voice strained.
Pan, her face etched with determination, nodded and flew to his side, narrowly avoiding a lethal strike. "We can't keep this up much longer, Goten!" she yelled, the frustration clear in her voice.
Uub landed beside them, breathing heavily. "These mutants... they're draining our energy somehow," he said, his tone a mix of bewilderment and exhaustion.
Goten's eyes flickered with a spark of hope. "We need to find their source. There must be something controlling them, something we can destroy to turn the tide."
Back in the Dragon Realm, Anahlock paced, his thoughts a tumultuous storm. He recalled the prophecy, the one that foretold the rise of a new hero who would challenge his reign. He had always dismissed it as a mere legend, but now, watching the Saiyans fight with such tenacity, he began to wonder.
"Perhaps... perhaps there is another way," he mused aloud, stopping to gaze out at the infinite expanse of stars. "A way to end this cycle of destruction and hatred."
