In an alternate universe, Android 17 lost to Jiren in the Tournament of Power, leading to intervention from a "Fan" of his. However, everything comes with a price, and the Demon World always collects.
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Trials Of Metal And Flesh (Dragon Ball Super/Goddess of Victory NIKKE)
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Prologue: The Experiment
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Prologue: The Experiment
In a timeline far removed from the ones we know, on a Tournament of Power stage never spoken of before, where things happened differently from the timelines we know, Frieza and Goku had just been defeated. Jiren, pulling on his last reserves of energy, dodged their final attack, blasting the two into the depths below the shattered Tournament of Power stage.
Crunching, the Katchi Katchin stage supported his hand as Jiren held on to the ledge above where Goku and Frieza had just fallen from with one hand.
Android 17, battered and bruised, got up from his place lying on the Katchin, and wobbled towards Jiren, who was trying to pull himself up on energy reserves that no longer responded to him.
Android 17's wobbling limp slowed him down, and to an outsider, he looked like he was also one step from the grave. His right arm hung limply by his side, snapped earlier at the shoulder by an infuriated Jiren. It would heal, eventually, but right then, it was completely useless.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Android 17, stepping through the broken Katchin, approached Jiren, who was barely holding on.
"It's over, Jiren." Android 17 approached.
"No! I will not die here!" Jiren yelled defiantly, a red aura igniting around him as he burned through every last bit of his life force. Anything, even if he was hanging on by a thread to win.
"Goodbye. You fought well." Android 17 said, then reached down, leaning towards Jiren's huge hand to pry it off the metal.
However.
"It's not finished!" Jiren growled, and like a trapeze artist swinging over a pole, Jiren pulled himself up.
Shooting over Android 17's head, Jiren flipped, then spun, executing a desperate last attack.
Crack! Executing a kick to his back, Jiren sent Android 17 down into the depths below.
"I failed..." Android 17 weakly murmured as he plummeted into the dark.
In the silence of those fleeting seconds, the world of void was soundless.
Snap.
With the sound of a finger snap, everything went still. Android 17, frozen midair, looked around himself. Something had interfered. From his spot down below, he could see the Zenos frozen, the Grand Priest's face caught in shock, and everyone else restrained by an invisible power. Time had not stopped. Someone so powerful, so beyond everyone there, had forcefully restrained everything there.
"Hey." At Android 17's right ear came an amused cheerful voice.
Android 17 tried to move but found himself completely unable to.
Whoever it was chuckled.
"Don't move, just say yes or no to what I'm about to ask. I'll do everything else." The voice said in a humorous, slightly dismissive tone.
Android 17 managed to nod.
"Good. Say, since you're about to be erased and all that, what do you say about going somewhere else before the two kids decide to break out of my restraints?"
Android 17 closed his eyes, took a breath, still upside down, and then nodded.
"Good choice, my semi-mechanical friend. I promise you won't regret it." The voice said, and instantly the restraint on Android 17 disappeared. Flipping and turning to the person who was helping him, he saw someone who he had never seen before. He had purple skin, sharp ears, and red eyes, with white hair tied in a ponytail. A pair of round-rimmed glasses were on his face, and he had a tight black shirt and black pants on his legs.
Pulling a thin blade from his sheath on his belt, 17's savior flicked the blade, and instantly, reality tore open.
Grabbing the barely conscious Android 17 by the wrist, he pulled him through, with the rift sealing behind him.
Tumbling through the portal behind his strange savior, Android 17 collapsed against a park bench in front of him. He could tell he was somewhere underground, but it looked like a park, out in the daylight. There was a semi-convincing artificial sky above him, with even clouds in the fake sky, but he knew better. Around him were grown trees, and the silence of an empty park. A tall building was not far away; it was reinforced with plating on the windows, as if it were set up to stop a siege.
The savior turned to him, sheathing his black blade, and turned to Android 17 with a bow.
"With my job done, you just have to stir things up. Generate a little chaos, have a little fun. Get that psychic energy of this world all jumbled up even more than it already is, and I'll drop by to see you from time to time. Got it? This is my lab in this world, not far underground from somewhere called the Ark. Presto?" He asked, looking at 17 with the smile of a scientist playing with his favorite mouse in a cage.
"Ngghhh..." Android 17 groaned in pain.
"Oh, it looks like you're a little too broken right now. Oh well. You'll heal. When you're done healing, come look for me. I'm Fu. You could say I'm a little bit of a fan of you. You've far surpassed everything Gero had planned for you after all."
The man now known as Fu gave a little salute before taking out his thin black blade, tearing a clean cut in space, then hopping through.
Android 17 fell down sideways on the bench, looking out towards a small line of trees, and closed his eyes, letting his body heal. He wasn't physically tired. He could go forever and never tire, but mentally, he was not so resilient. Everything that happened in the Tournament of Power up until then was horrific, even for him. If there wasn't a no-kill rule, Jiren wouldn't have just broken his arm; he would have taken his head.
It reminded him of how powerless he felt in front of Cell all the way back then. There was always someone stronger. And then this Fu being; he was at a level of power he couldn't even comprehend.
Forcing himself to sleep, Android 17 drifted off into a land he would rather not remember.
He didn't remember his dream when he woke up. The sharp pain from his broken arm had receded to a dull throb. His power was still all there; it was just his injuries that worried him.
Looking around, with a calmer mind, he realized that there was no one nearby. Of course, he still couldn't sense energy, but he could see no one there. Getting up, he began wobbling towards the open gate to a huge metal capsule-like elevator.
With pained steps, he wobbled towards it. The doors to the titanium oval didn't open, but a little green print scanner slid out from it.
'Why not?' 17 put his left pointer finger to it.
Ding.
With a ding, then a soft hiss, the ten-foot-tall oval's side slid open to him, and he entered the brightly lit white interior that had a red carpeted floor and a single screen that displayed the word Ark.
Click.
The doors shut closed, and Android 17 felt the capsule start to move.
Cleanly, and with almost no feeling, the capsule flew through what felt like air before it stopped, and with a ding, the doors slid open.
Android 17 wobbled out into his new home, the massive country-sized underground city called the Ark.
In a timeline far removed from the ones we know, on a Tournament of Power stage never spoken of before, where things happened differently from the timelines we know, Frieza and Goku had just been defeated. Jiren, pulling on his last reserves of energy, dodged their final attack, blasting the two into the depths below the shattered Tournament of Power stage.
Crunching, the Katchi Katchin stage supported his hand as Jiren held on to the ledge above where Goku and Frieza had just fallen from with one hand.
Android 17, battered and bruised, got up from his place lying on the Katchin, and wobbled towards Jiren, who was trying to pull himself up on energy reserves that no longer responded to him.
Android 17's wobbling limp slowed him down, and to an outsider, he looked like he was also one step from the grave. His right arm hung limply by his side, snapped earlier at the shoulder by an infuriated Jiren. It would heal, eventually, but right then, it was completely useless.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Android 17, stepping through the broken Katchin, approached Jiren, who was barely holding on.
"It's over, Jiren." Android 17 approached.
"No! I will not die here!" Jiren yelled defiantly, a red aura igniting around him as he burned through every last bit of his life force. Anything, even if he was hanging on by a thread to win.
"Goodbye. You fought well." Android 17 said, then reached down, leaning towards Jiren's huge hand to pry it off the metal.
However.
"It's not finished!" Jiren growled, and like a trapeze artist swinging over a pole, Jiren pulled himself up.
Shooting over Android 17's head, Jiren flipped, then spun, executing a desperate last attack.
Crack! Executing a kick to his back, Jiren sent Android 17 down into the depths below.
"I failed..." Android 17 weakly murmured as he plummeted into the dark.
In the silence of those fleeting seconds, the world of void was soundless.
Snap.
With the sound of a finger snap, everything went still. Android 17, frozen midair, looked around himself. Something had interfered. From his spot down below, he could see the Zenos frozen, the Grand Priest's face caught in shock, and everyone else restrained by an invisible power. Time had not stopped. Someone so powerful, so beyond everyone there, had forcefully restrained everything there.
"Hey." At Android 17's right ear came an amused cheerful voice.
Android 17 tried to move but found himself completely unable to.
Whoever it was chuckled.
"Don't move, just say yes or no to what I'm about to ask. I'll do everything else." The voice said in a humorous, slightly dismissive tone.
Android 17 managed to nod.
"Good. Say, since you're about to be erased and all that, what do you say about going somewhere else before the two kids decide to break out of my restraints?"
Android 17 closed his eyes, took a breath, still upside down, and then nodded.
"Good choice, my semi-mechanical friend. I promise you won't regret it." The voice said, and instantly the restraint on Android 17 disappeared. Flipping and turning to the person who was helping him, he saw someone who he had never seen before. He had purple skin, sharp ears, and red eyes, with white hair tied in a ponytail. A pair of round-rimmed glasses were on his face, and he had a tight black shirt and black pants on his legs.
Pulling a thin blade from his sheath on his belt, 17's savior flicked the blade, and instantly, reality tore open.
Grabbing the barely conscious Android 17 by the wrist, he pulled him through, with the rift sealing behind him.
Tumbling through the portal behind his strange savior, Android 17 collapsed against a park bench in front of him. He could tell he was somewhere underground, but it looked like a park, out in the daylight. There was a semi-convincing artificial sky above him, with even clouds in the fake sky, but he knew better. Around him were grown trees, and the silence of an empty park. A tall building was not far away; it was reinforced with plating on the windows, as if it were set up to stop a siege.
The savior turned to him, sheathing his black blade, and turned to Android 17 with a bow.
"With my job done, you just have to stir things up. Generate a little chaos, have a little fun. Get that psychic energy of this world all jumbled up even more than it already is, and I'll drop by to see you from time to time. Got it? This is my lab in this world, not far underground from somewhere called the Ark. Presto?" He asked, looking at 17 with the smile of a scientist playing with his favorite mouse in a cage.
"Ngghhh..." Android 17 groaned in pain.
"Oh, it looks like you're a little too broken right now. Oh well. You'll heal. When you're done healing, come look for me. I'm Fu. You could say I'm a little bit of a fan of you. You've far surpassed everything Gero had planned for you after all."
The man now known as Fu gave a little salute before taking out his thin black blade, tearing a clean cut in space, then hopping through.
Android 17 fell down sideways on the bench, looking out towards a small line of trees, and closed his eyes, letting his body heal. He wasn't physically tired. He could go forever and never tire, but mentally, he was not so resilient. Everything that happened in the Tournament of Power up until then was horrific, even for him. If there wasn't a no-kill rule, Jiren wouldn't have just broken his arm; he would have taken his head.
It reminded him of how powerless he felt in front of Cell all the way back then. There was always someone stronger. And then this Fu being; he was at a level of power he couldn't even comprehend.
Forcing himself to sleep, Android 17 drifted off into a land he would rather not remember.
He didn't remember his dream when he woke up. The sharp pain from his broken arm had receded to a dull throb. His power was still all there; it was just his injuries that worried him.
Looking around, with a calmer mind, he realized that there was no one nearby. Of course, he still couldn't sense energy, but he could see no one there. Getting up, he began wobbling towards the open gate to a huge metal capsule-like elevator.
With pained steps, he wobbled towards it. The doors to the titanium oval didn't open, but a little green print scanner slid out from it.
'Why not?' 17 put his left pointer finger to it.
Ding.
With a ding, then a soft hiss, the ten-foot-tall oval's side slid open to him, and he entered the brightly lit white interior that had a red carpeted floor and a single screen that displayed the word Ark.
Click.
The doors shut closed, and Android 17 felt the capsule start to move.
Cleanly, and with almost no feeling, the capsule flew through what felt like air before it stopped, and with a ding, the doors slid open.
Android 17 wobbled out into his new home, the massive country-sized underground city called the Ark.