The Reign of Dante Salvatoria.

Book IV: Earth.

Joram follows Orochi to a stone hut in the desert. “I finally did it! I killed a Salvatoria!” Orochi says in a different voice than before. He reaches up to his face and rubs off a fine powder. “Shitty that I had to use a Transformation powder to do it.” He says “But I did it nonetheless.” When he turns back Joram sees Giygas standing in the hut. ‘Giygas killed Dante?!’ Joram thinks to himself. ‘I should have known…’ Giygas lies down in his bed and goes to sleep. ‘Now’s my chance for revenge’ Joram says to himself. Joram slowly walks into the hut and begins charging a fist with Ki. As he goes to cock back Giygas grabs his wrist. “You really thought I didn’t sense you here?” He says menacingly. “Nonetheless you are thoroughly screwed” He lifts a glowing hand. “Too bad your ‘Papa Dante’ isn’t here” He goes to punch but his fist is stopped. “Papa doesn’t need to be here, I’m here” It was Gbriil. He had come to save Joram. “How’d you get caught shorty?” He sneers playfully. “Fuck off and get me out of here” Joram says boredly. Gbriil laughs, kicks off the wall behind him and kicks Giygas in his sternum. Giygas reels back in pain, letting go of Joram’s wrist. Gbriil grabs Joram’s wrist and sprints away from the hut, Joram in tow.

    “A ‘Thank you Gbriil for saving me’ would be nice” Gbriil says over the wind of his running. “Just get me home” Joram says, showing little to no thanks whatsoever. They reach the Caisteal by sundown and enter to see Dante walking around perfectly fine. Joram’s eyes widen slightly in surprise for a split second but return to normal “How are you still alive?” Joram asks curiously “I watched you turn to nothing but bone.” Dante flexes and laughs. “I forgot that you didn’t know I could regenerate” He says “You DIED” Joram says. “That’s true” Dante laughs “I made a deal with Taka Okami that I cannot die until after Sirius is released, except for old age.” “I see…” Joram says thinking. Dante turns to Gbriil “buon lavoro mio figlio” He says “hai fatto molto bene” “Grazie papa” Gbriil says. “Now go my spawn.” Dante says. “Your sister needs your help with her Quadronometry Homework.” “Si Papa” Gbriil says. He runs towards the Caisteal. “Now, down to business” Dante says, turning to Joram “Who is this Ara person? And why do they want you so bad?” Joram turns away. “She is my creator…” Joram says “She spliced my species’ together to make me…” “I see... “ Dante says. “That doesn’t explain why Ara wants you though.” “I am a living weapon.” Joram says. “I am the only one she could create though, the only successful subject out of 700. She is a black-market planet seller, she and much of the black market partake in a ‘winner take all’ fighting tourney, the players create living weapons. She wanted to spend extra to make me very low upkeep, and very strong, but containable. I escaped, and got here.” “So she did her job too well? And she needs to get you back to start mass producing you?” Joram nods. Close, she need my genetic toughness to the process, she can then make more of me, weaker and cheaper… due to cloning is cheap and easy to manipulate the subject.” “I’m not letting her take you. Nor will she take Akame.” Dante says. “Sleep. You will need it for training tomorrow” “Fine. But only because I want to strengthen my Ki reserves” Joram says. Joram walks to his quarters and goes to sleep.

    ‘How can I protect Joram if I don’t know anything about this person?’ Dante thinks to himself. ‘Maybe the Database has something.’ Dante walks to a room with a large monitor with a singular chair and a microphone. Dante presses a small button next to the microphone. “Dante Salvatoria. Emperor. Defense Business.” Dante says. The monitor flickers to life. “Good Evening Lord Dante” “Good Evening Computer. What can you tell me about an Ara?” “Searching… Two Results. One deceased. One living. Living one. Age: Unknown. Species: Unknown. Vocation: Master Geneticist. Last Seen: Centennial Quadrant” “Is that all you have?” “Yes Lord Dante” “Thank you Computer” “Have a nice night Lord Dante” Dante leaves the room after shutting down the computer. “If you wanted to know anything you should have asked me” Joram says Dante blasts a hole in the wall behind Joram “You scared the shit out of me!” Dante says. “Whatever. What do you need to know Lord Dante?” Joram asks. “Well first. What ARE you” “I told you, I’m everything.” Joram says. “Yes, but what particularly?” Dante asks. Joram sighs “I am part Namekian, Saiyan, Buu, demonic, and Human, also many traces of other species. Sayian takes up most of my genetic code, as that was what i originally was.” Joram says. “That explains a lot” Dante says. “In what way?” “You have the Ki levels of a Human. The Healing Capacity of a Buu. The Attack Power of a Saiyan.” Dante says. “You missed Namekians” Joram says. “I haven’t seen enough of you in battle to know if you possess qualities of Namekians” Dante says. “What qualities do they have?” “High Healing ability and High Regenerative ability. As well as the ability to stretch their limbs slightly.” “I see” Joram says. “We will fight tomorrow.” Joram walks off and goes to sleep.