Got to Get You Into My Life

"Summon you!" He grinned. "Whomever gathered them seemed to have left."

Makoto dropped down. "So, summoning the dragon are we? What are you wishing for?"

Artik didn't look at the other, "Are you still not Makoto?"

Makoto blinked. "The hell you talking about?"

Artik sighed, "What the hell year am I in?" He thought, "have we done the Dark Tower? Candy Corn Demons? Shinzoku?"

Makoto scratched his head. "Artik....we did all that. Are you feeling ok?"

Artik sighed, "Yeah. We seem to be in sync. I swear, this time travel will kill me."

Makoto rolled his eyes. "Artik time travel doesn't do shit to us. We are ageless remember?"

Artik sighed, "Well, still. It jumbles up my relationships with people. Wait, why are you ageless? Did you do something to chabge your genetic code again?"

Makoto sighed. "I was a god remember? I lost the powers but kept the body. I don't age, I don't need food, water, or air. I can only be killed through combat. This is like the third time we have had this conversation."

Artik nodded. "All right. Just checking." He sighed. "Geez, the dragon's slow today."

Makoto crossed his arms. "So, back to the question. What are you wishing for?"

"The first planet of this universe," he said. "And when the planet appears, the Cosmic Saiyans' neural relay sill transmit them into existance again."

Makoto raised an eyebrow. "And the second wish?"

Artik shrugged. "Semi Awareness day?"

Makoto thought for a moment. "I'll fight you for that second wish."

Artik shrugged. "You can have it either way. I just want a spar, since THE DAMN DRAGON IS STUCK IN FUCKING TRAFFIC."

Makoto grinned. "I'm up for it."

Artik cracked his neck. "You first."

Cyril dropped in surreptitiously. "Don't mind me!" He whispered loudly, "I don't want a wish. Just wanted to witness this." He opened a folding chair up and sat down a good distance away from the fight. Cyril smiled brightly and gave them both an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Makoto flicked a pebble at Artik.
Stamina used: 1
Stamina left:464,999

Artik jumped behind Cyril.

Speed used: 1
Remaining: 399,999

Makoto grinned and showed his new mouth of sharp teeth. "Did I mention I'm a freak again?"

Artik shrugged. "Ehh. Cliché."

"Again?" Cyril snorted.