Xenoverse Chronicles: The Stories Of Poutine, Menma, And Cargeso

A Humble Scout! Tunip is a low class warrior!

My life started out like any other trashy low-born saiyan. Sent to a planet at Birth to wipe out it's inhabitants or die. Unfortunately for me, I survived that day. And every day after that until now. I'm not sure why, but killing bothered me. I hated fighting for some reason. My whole life, I was called weak. The only reason why I was on a team at all was because I knew exactly how much a planet would be worth just by spending a day there with no interruptions.

That's what I was doing today too. On a planet named Eisso. My pod landed and I stepped out, looking around with my scouter.

"Hm. Power Levels here are low. Won't be much of a fight. Oh... There's someone behind me..." I said, turning around. "Who are you?"

I looked at the small purple man, ready for a fight at any moment. I quickly noticed his long grey beard, wrinkles, and hunched over stance. It was only an old man.

"Ah. Just as was fortold to us by the Great Goddess. Come Tunip. There is something I must show you. Before you kill us."

"How..... How did you know name?"

"Hm. All in due time. Come, come. This way." The old man said, hobbling away towards a nearby cave. I blinked, looking around. I had a job to do. I couldn't be following this old man into a cave. But I was curious. I had never once met him, yet he seemed to know my name. And he knew I was coming to put a price on their world and kill his people, but didn't care.

"Dammit. Wait up old man!" I called, following him in. The inside of the cave was filled with torches, and the walls were littered with elaborate cave paintings. The old man continued to lead me in deeper, until finally, he stopped in a large room.

"This is a sacred place to my people. My father, and his father, and his father before that..... We were priests for the Great Goddess. It is our duty to pass on her story to the young men who verture here. My days are numbered, and were, long before you arrived. I am a frail old man, as you can tell. But no matter my fate, or that of my people, this story must live on."

"A story?" I ask. "What kind of Story?"

"It is many things. A romance, a tragedy, a warning of the future. But I assure you, if is something you too must pass on to someone."

"Me? But why?"

"Because the Key to the future resides within this story. Whether or not the universe continues to exist is dependant on you telling this story."

"Um.... Ok." I said, not believing it. The old man stood next to one of the paintings on the wall.

"It starts here, Tunip."

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Long ago, when all of existence as we know it had not even been thought of, there were two beings. The first being was dark and sinister, with hundreds of Sharp edges and many claws and teeth. His body was infinitely long, and his hatred knew no bounds.

The other being was light and smooth, with soft curves and gentle, feminine hands. She too had an infinitely long body, and her abundant love was endless.

The Evil Being and The Good Being had not met yet, but the two knew they had to seek each other out. There was an odd feeling of incompleteness within them both, and an urgent need to remedy it.

The two Beings finally collided, intertwining their bodies together perfectly. As they did, a third being was born, whom they named Time. Compared to her parents, time was small, and finite. Though she too felt an emptiness that needed filled. She was young, and naive, and thought that perhaps her creators held the answer.

Time decided to create something herself. She named it Space, and tried joining with it like her creators did. But space was not alive, and Time soon realized her mistake. However it was too late. Because of Time, Space grew, stretching Time painfully. She called out to her creators, albeit in vain. They were too concerned with each other still, and too large to hear her. Space continued to grow, and Time Began to tear apart into infinite numbers of strings. Finally, her creators could hear her horrible screams of terror and agony as Space expanded, shredding their child into infinity. The Good Being was horrified at what was happening, and separated from the Evil Being, though it was too late. Time had stopped screaming. She was murdered by Space, whos only instinct was to expand infinitely with Time.

The Good Being cried many tears on her daughter's body, creating the first stars. The evil being attacked the corpse in despair, his shadowy skin making the matter that formed Planets.

The Good Being blamed herself, and became afraid that they would do the same thing to each other one day. Unable to bear the thought, she ripped a chunk of herself off and shattered it into dust, hoping that that would make them Incomplete forever.

The Evil being Roared, and the two were destroyed. Only one small speck of the Evil being Remained, and all it desired was to be whole again.

As life formed on the planets, The Good Being realized she was a part of many living things. Not all of them, but still enough. She knew The Evil being would search for her, so she locked herself inside of each living thing she landed inside. Her largest Piece was extra secure, and luckilly, somewhere she believed the Evil Being would never find her.

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"Interesting..." I said as the old man finished. "But what about these ones?" I pointed to a drawing of an orange man with a yellow tear shaped head, fighting a white man with a white tail.

"Ah. The Prophecy. It tells of someone we were told was called Suppa Saiyan, defeating Fuurezeh."

"Huh? Frieza?" I asked.

"Oh? The name is familiar then? It was lost in translation over millennia. I suggest you warn him. The Prophecy states that it will not pass if he never knows the danger."

"Hmph. I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I'd love to see Frieza killed. I'll see you soon. To kill you of course." I said, walking out of the cave and continuing my task.