Reflection

Artik bid Cyril farewell and zipped after Makoto. He easily caught up to him, being faster. Artik snatched the radar and sped off in the direction of a blip. It was halfway across the planet, so he had time to think. He dropped to the ground, maintaining a brisk pace, and reflecting.

He thought about Makoto. They met in the first 'Battle of the Brothers', and afterwards slowly became friends. He helped the other revive the Saiyans, whom Artik believed still to be a member of. Some other space tyrant wiped them out and Artik and Makoto got the Dragon Balls, made the wish, and Bob's your uncle, the Saiyans gathered to kill the man who destroyed Vegeta again.

Artik and Makoto lead the charge, on Frieza 78, an outpost of the Planet Trade (World Trade, Galactic Trade, Planet Trade, it's all the same) Organization's leading member, King Kelvin. The Saiyans and the Organization fought for days without sleep, until the final charge. Makoto led the foot soldiers right to the front gate of the complex, while Artik called in a friend, the Tuffle Kurama. He possessed a high-ranking official and unlocked the door to the secret royal escape tunnel. Artik led the team of Super Saiyans and positioned them for an ambush.

Above, Makoto's forces broke into the complex and he chased after the fleeing Kelvin. According to plan, Kelvin went down the escape hatch, followed by Makoto.

Artik's forces jumped out and confronted him, while the troops above looted the complex. "By Galactic Decree 42, you are now a class 'S' offender," Artik read off, "and you are asked to come quietly and await trial by the offended people, Saiyans, and either have a quick and peaceful death, or live your life, rotting away in Space Alcatraz," (which, in present times has become a Galactic Park, and all the prisoners released). Artik grabbed the Changeling, who tried to flee by flying upwards. "Makoto, all yours," Artik threw the coward to the then-king.

Artik, in present time, came upon the Namekian body of water known as "Banana Ocean". He grimaced at the slug reference, and, wishing not to fly, walked along the ocean floor. He then thought back to the history of this planet.

In truth, this is actually "New Namek", but, well, you know. Old Namek was much farther from Earth than New Namek is, today. After the planet was destroyed, Dende and company wished to be taken to a close-by, identical planet to Namek.

And the dragon came through. The Namekian survivors were pleased with their new planet. "Perfect," Maurie told Artik. Yes, Artik had been around for eons, including the time of the Z Fighters. Artik grinned at the new Guru.

It would be know, you'd wonder, 'hmm, how is Artik not dead from the lack of oxygen, or the excess of pressure?' Well, Artik, again, was around before atoms arranged themselves into gas, into planets. He was born in a vacuum, and he lived for an epoch in a vacuum.

Artik hoisted himself up onto land. He took a break from walking and floated into a big building with a large sign in the shape of a Namekian Crab, with the words, 'Artik's Crabshack' in orange. He grinned madly and glided inside. This side of Banana Ocean was a tourist hotspot, home to many resorts and condos of many shapes. There were many different species who come here for the scenery, and the huge, blue crabs, in which Artik holds the monopoly.

The hostess blinked as the owner floated in. "Hello, Mr. Watashi."

Artik shook his head. "Artik. Hello, Ziam." (Care to guess what race she is?)

She looked uneasy at the fact her boss' boss' boss' boss knew her name. Then she remembered she had a nametag.

"W-would you like a table?"

"Of course." He sat a and drank his tea, awaiting his waiter, Walter, a human, to return.

He ordered the special, a crab bake with extra wheat and wheat by-product sides. He ate, and pleased, left a large tip and floated out. He checked the time and sped off after the Dragon Ball. Artik eventually found himself at a lake. He jumped in and found himself in a cavern. Filled with pirates. He asked them nicely, but when he found all the bodies of tourists, went beserk and tore all the pirates' arms and legs off, leaving the bastards alive. He found a large chest containing the orange orb he was in search of. He stuffed it in his satchel and headed back to the TARDIS. On the way, he gave Makoto back the radar.

Before returning to the TARDIS, he made a pitstop at the Capsule Store and bought some weighted clothes, that he put on. He went to a green, faraway cliff and starting training, doing aerial maneuvers. This made him think of the time he took Garruk, Cheshire and Auron to the circus. All the acrobats pretending to be straight. Hah! He was tempted to say something, but held his tongue.

...Until the acrobats turned out to be hostile alien shape shifters. Artik easily defeated them and put them in a space prison, returning to his family.

Returning to the present, Artik landed and began digging holes to help his stamina. Which reminded him of the time he and Makoto took on King Kelvin. What? We already... Oh. Okay. It also reminded Artik of the time he attacked a group of Majins pretending to give old people reverse mortgages. Except it was "muertegages." As in, death. The Majins were killing old people. And collecting the insurance. Anyway, Artik had to dig a bunch of holes to put in ki-mines to try and weaken the Majins. It was a good plan, especially when the Majins forgot they could repair themselves. It was actually quite funny. You shoulda been there. Bastards.

Sorry. It's rough, being a narrator.

Artik, that is, modern Artik, screamed at me, "SHUT UP!"

Dick. Anyway, Artik abandoned hole digging, deciding it was job better for Shia LeBoufe. However the devil you spell it. I'm not spending five minutes Googling it. If FOX and Friends doesn't have to look up what they're talking about, why the hell should I? Geez. Rambling? Okay. Artik then began meditating, remarking it was, "kinda hard to do with you talking about conservatives, you drunk narrator." And I'm not drunk. Merely liberated. Okay, okay, I'll whisper.

Artik meditated, remembering a simpler time. Before Republicans. Sorry. Before war. (Republicans). It was a peaceful time, when you get on plane without security raping you. I mean, before the dimensional barriers were so thick. Back then, he used to converse with the Seraphs quite often. Very lovely conversationalists. Didn't say that 'women have a way to shut that whole thing down' or anything! What? No! You can't fire me!

Artik sighed and changed memories, now, and thought about the time before Goku, when aliens didn't bother with Earth. Well, there was one time, when some space Androids tried to take it over. Luckily, Artik stumbled upon Ancient Earth and fixed everything.

Meanwhile....

Artik dodged the ki blasts, only being hit by one. "Dammit, can't I get a little peace?!"

His opponent, a Majin, kneed him in the gut. "Cynric says 'hi', bitch!"

Artik frowned, biting his leg. The Majin shrieked in pain and shot a ki beam at Artik.

"Oh, no you don't!" Artik shot back all the ki he had at the beam, obliterating the goop.

He wiped his hands clean as he walked back to the TARDIS.

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