Chapter Title: "Bloodline of Kings"
Scene 1: The Unspoken Question
The gravity chamber doors hissed shut behind them, the squad still reeling from their latest near-death training session. Gogeta collapsed against the wall, guzzling water from a canteen that trembled in his shaking hands.
Dai (grinning through split lips): "Damn, Goldie. You fight like someone lit your tail on fire. Who taught you that spin-kick? Your mom?"
The room went preternaturally still.
Kai (sharp): "Dai."
Gogeta (casual): "Yeah, actually."
Samir (snorting): "Bullshit. That move's straight from the Royal Guard playbook."
Joules (freezing mid-bandage): "Wait. Your mother... isn't some backwater grunt, is she?"
Gogeta blinked, realizing his mistake.
Mimi (leaning in): "Ohhh, someone's been keeping secrets~"
Scene 2: The Revelation
Kai (suddenly standing): "Bumma. Of the Asraioth bloodline."
The name detonated like a supernova.
Dai (choking): "THE Bumma? The 'Queen of elites' Bumma?!"
Joules (dropping her medkit): "That explains why you survived my Eventide Blast."
Samir (genuinely awed): "Her Highness... trained recruits during the Kessel Purge. Ripped a Frost Demon's spine out through its nostrils."
Mimi (whistling): "And here I thought you were just another psycho with pretty eyes."
Gogeta's canteen clattered to the floor. "Highness?!"
Scene 3: The Weight of Blood
Kai (crossing arms): "Bumma isn't just a war hero. She's Asraioth's granddaughter.
Dai (mock-bowing): "All hail Prince Sparkles!"
Gogeta (panicking): "I'm not— She never—"
Joules (serious): "You didn't know."
Flashback:
Bumma ruffling Gogeta's hair after a spar. "Be strong, alright?"
Never crowns. Never palaces. Just calloused hands and a warrior's smile.
Kai (leaning in): "Her father was prince Ozuil he was a demi god class Saiyan he was strong lord class Saiyans like me crumbled Infront of him. His brothers had him assassinated. when bumma was six. She survived her and her siblings by hiding in corpse piles for three weeks."
Samir (grim): "They say she ate the assassins' hearts to gain their strength."
Gogeta (whispering): "She... never told me."
Scene 4: The Crown of Thorns
Mimi (tossing a dagger): "Congrats, Your Highness. Half the Empire wants to bed your mom, the other half wants to behead you."
Dai (fake-sobbing): "Our little prince! Who's gonna braid your hair for the coronation?"
Gogeta (snarling): "Shut up! I'm no prince!"
Kai (cold): "You are now. Blood matters here. The Tribunal will either recruit you... or vivisect you to clone her power."
Joules (cracking knuckles): "Good thing we're your squad. We'll get front-row seats when they dissect you."
Samir (serious): "I'll carry your coffin. Promise."
Gogeta (head in hands): "I hate you all."
Scene 5: The Legacy Awakens
Zephira's Voice (from the shadows): "Enough theatrics."
The squad snapped to attention as Gogeta's grandmother emerged, her golden gaze pinning him like a specimen.
Zephira: "Your mother's blood makes you a threat. Her love makes you weak."
She tossed a hologram emitter. It flickered to life, showing Bumma at 14, standing atop a mountain of Frost Demon corpses, her eyes hollow.
Zephira: "She begged me to spare you from this life. I refused. Because softness..."
The image changed—Gogeta's training footage, his SSJ2 form battling Joules.
Zephira: "...is a luxury kings can't afford."
Epilogue: The Prince's Vow
That night, Gogeta stood at the barracks' viewport, staring at the Asraioth constellation—the royal family's sigil burning cold and bright.
Dai (tossing him a protein bar): "Still brooding, Highness?"
Gogeta (quiet): "I'm going to ask her. Tomorrow."
Dai (serious for once): "Careful. Some truths chew you up worse than Joules."
In the training logs, a new entry glowed:
Stolen story; please report.
Subject X Bloodline Confirmed - Eclipse Protocol Initiated
Far above, the stars seemed to pulse in time with Gogeta's racing heart— it's happening
Chapter Title: "The Armada of Shattered Stars"
Sure! Here's the revised version where Gogeta doesn't go Super Saiyan during the sparring match.
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Project Eclipse: The Precursor – Chapter 2 - "Lines Crossed, Fists Thrown"
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The Dance of Titans – Sparring in the Storm
The gravity chamber’s lights flickered under the strain of 1,000x Earth’s pull. Gogeta and Dai stood at opposite ends of the room, their boots sunk into the reinforced steel floor like anchors. Sweat dripped from Gogeta’s brow as he adjusted his stance, knees bent, fists raised. Across from him, Dai cracked his knuckles, a feral grin splitting his face.
Dai: “Last round, Golden Boy. Try not to cry when I win.”
Gogeta: (Eyes narrowing, smirk tugging at his lips) “You’re the one who needed a healing pod after I shattered your ribs yesterday.”
The air snapped as they vanished.
Impact 1:
Gogeta materialized first, a blur of motion launching a flurry of jabs at Dai’s torso. Dai parried each strike with forearm blocks, sparks flying where skin met skin.
Dai: (Laughing) “Too slow!”
He twisted mid-air, avoiding Gogeta’s knee strike, and retaliated with a spinning backfist that clipped Gogeta’s chin. The younger Saiyan skidded backward, but retaliated instantly—a ki blast fired from his palm.
Impact 2:
Dai swatted the energy ball aside like a bothersome insect. It detonated against the wall, scorching the panels. He lunged, fist glowing crimson.
Dai: “Crimson Hammer!”
Gogeta crossed his arms, bracing. The punch landed like a meteor, driving him into the floor. Cracks spiderwebbed outward.
Gogeta: (Grunting, teeth bared) “That all… old man?”
He exploded upward with raw force, headbutting Dai’s sternum. The older Saiyan gasped, but recovered instantly—grabbing Gogeta’s leg and slamming him into the ceiling.
Impact 3:
Gogeta twisted free, flipping to land on the wall. He kicked off, firing a rapid volley of ki blasts. Dai weaved through them, but one grazed his shoulder, burning through his armor.
Dai: (Eyes alight) “NOW we’re talking!”
He clapped his hands, unleashing a concussive wave that shattered Gogeta’s barrage. They charged again, fists colliding in a shockwave that rattled the chamber’s foundations.
The Standoff:
For a heartbeat, they hovered mid-air, locked in a contest of raw power. Dai’s muscles trembled; Gogeta’s clenched fists cracked from the strain.
Dai: (Grinning savagely) “You’re… almost… not embarrassing.”
Gogeta: (Straining) “You’re… almost… not washed up.”
The stalemate broke when Dai shifted his weight, kneeing Gogeta in the gut and sending him crashing into a gravity generator. Sparks rained down as the machine sputtered.
Dai: (Landing, breath ragged) “Still… my… win.”
Gogeta: (Rising, wiping blood from his lip) “Only ‘cause… you cheat.”
Before they could reset, the chamber doors hissed open.
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The Poison Tongues – Punks and Provocations
Four hulking Saiyan recruits sauntered in, their armor polished to a mocking gleam. The leader, Vorn, sneered at the sweat-soaked duo.
Vorn: “Look at this—Eclipse’s finest babysitters. Training hard to lose another squad to the Krell?”
Punk #2: (Snickering) “Nah, man. They’re prepping for the nursery division.”
Dai leaned against a cracked wall, smirking. Dai: “Aw, you guys do care! Here to ask for autographs?”
Vorn: (Ignoring him, eyeing Gogeta) “What’s your deal, mute? Mom pick that outfit? Oh wait—” (fake gasp) “She’s busy, right? Heard she works the docks for spare credits.”
The punks roared. Gogeta’s fists clenched, but Dai stepped forward, radiating menace.
Dai: (Cold grin) “Vorn, right? Let me guess—you’re the idiot who got his squad stranded on Xenon-9 ‘cause you confused ‘retreat’ with ‘nap time.’”
Vorn: (Face reddening) “Shut your—”
Dai: (Overlapping him) “Or was it the time you tried to flirt with Commander Lira and puked on her boots?”
Snickers erupted from onlookers outside the chamber. Vorn’s crew shifted uncomfortably.
Dai: (Advancing, voice like a blade) “Tell you what. Apologize to the kid, and I’ll only break one of your legs.”
Punk #3: (Panicking) “V-Vorn, maybe we should—”
Vorn: (Shoving him) “Shut up!” (To Gogeta) “What, you need Dai to fight your battles? Or you still suckin’ your mom’s—”
Gogeta: (Eyes darkening) “Finish that sentence. I dare you.”
The room chilled.
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The Unraveling – A Mother’s Name
Vorn: (Leaning down, breath hot on Gogeta’s face) “Your mom’s got more miles on her than a junk freighter. Bet she taught you how to—”
Crack.
Gogeta’s molar split. Blood dripped down his chin. His pupils dilated, bleaching to white.
The Storm Breaks.
Gogeta’s aura erupted—a violent blaze of pure ki that tore the steel floor apart. The gravity sensors exploded in a shower of sparks.
Gogeta: (A guttural roar) “SHE’S A SAINT!”
The Punishment:
0.2 Seconds: Vorn’s smirk hadn’t faded before Gogeta’s fist buried itself in his gut. Ribs snapped like twigs.
0.5 Seconds: A knee crushed Vorn’s nose, cartilage splattering against the wall.
0.8 Seconds: Gogeta teleported behind him, delivering a spinning elbow to the spine. Vorn’s scream died as he hit the floor.
1.5 Seconds: Gogeta grabbed his hair, lifting him to eye level. “Apologize.”
Vorn: (Gurgling blood) “F-Fuck y—”
CRUNCH.
Gogeta’s headbutt shattered Vorn’s front teeth. The Saiyan punk collapsed, twitching.
The Aftermath:
The remaining punks froze, one soiling himself. Dai watched, arms crossed, impressed.
Dai: (To the punks) “Run.”
They scrambled, dragging Vorn’s broken body. Gogeta’s aura faded, revealing tear-streaked cheeks beneath the blood.
Dai: (Tossing him a healing capsule) “Save some rage for the Krell, kid.”
Gogeta: (Voice raw) “They don’t get to talk about her.”
A week after
Later, as they resumed sparring:
Dai: (Dodging a kick) “Next time, aim for the jaw first. Dead guys can’t gossip.”
Gogeta: (Smirking faintly) “Noted.”
Their fists clashed again, the chamber trembling not from the gravity… but from the storm of titans battling within.
Scene 1: Gravity’s Crucible
The Hyperbolic Gravity Chamber screamed at 1,200x standard gravity. Gogeta’s boots sank into the quantum-steel floor as he traded blows with Dai, their fists colliding in bursts of golden sparks. Around them, the squad pushed their limits:
Samir bench-pressed a 500-ton asteroid fragment, veins bulging like live wires.
Mimi danced between hypersonic attack drones, her energy whip slicing them to molten confetti.
Joules stood at the chamber’s heart, enduring a plasma storm from six floating orbs—her version of "meditation."
Dai (grinning through bloody teeth): “C’mon, Goldie! Hit like you mean it!”
Gogeta:“You’re… one… to talk!”
The chamber’s walls thrummed with contained energy, holographic damage reports flashing crimson:
Structural Integrity: 67%
Gravity Generator Stress: CRITICAL
AI Voice (crackling): “Cease training immediately. Chamber collapse imminent.”
No one stopped.
Scene 2: The Summons
A war klaxon split the air—three bone-shaking pulses that froze even Joules mid-blast. The gravity generators whined to a halt, dumping everyone onto the floor.
Dai (faceplanted): “Oh, perfect timing!”
The chamber doors exploded inward, warped by a sonic distortion field. A dozen Imperial Sentinels marched in—7-foot-tall cyborg Saiyans with plasma halberds and faces hidden behind obsidian visors. Their armor hissed with void-black nanotech, absorbing the light around them.
Lead Sentinel (voice modulator grinding): “Selection Protocol Initiated. Designated recruits: fall in.”
A holographic scroll unfurled above his palm, projecting names in burning sapphire text:
FIRST WAVE:
Tiago avyr
Dai Asraioth-XIII
Hutu hdgn yt
Meiuro gailo
Mimi Vex’orra
Karn Fellspire
Lira Vortanis
Dai (standing slowly): “Well, shit. Looks like the party’s starting.”
Mimi tossed her whip onto her shoulders, suddenly all business. “Eclipse prelims. Took ’em long enough.”
Gogeta (helping Samir up): “What’s happening?”
Joules (grim): “The meat grinder’s open for business.”
Scene 3: The Processional March
The chosen recruits fell into formation, flanked by Sentinels. Gogeta watched them go, fists clenched.
Samir (grunting): “Don’t look so jealous, kid. Your turn’ll come.”
Third Wave:
Gogeta Asraioth-Cumber
The Sentinel’s halberd sparked, blocking Gogeta’s path. “Move, half-blood.”
They marched through the Asraioth Citadel’s underbelly—a labyrinth of ribbed alloy corridors and throbbing plasma conduits. War Thralls scurried past—genetically engineered servants with four arms and blank eyes, hauling munitions and screeching hover-crates of glowing ore.
Gogeta’s Scouter Feed:
Citadel Defense Systems:
Skybreaker Turrets: Anti-planetary railguns lining the ceiling.
Necro-Wasp Swarms: Self-replicating drones nesting in the walls.
Voidshriek Mines: Black orbs floating near vents, pulsing hungrily.
Ahead, armored gates taller than mountains ground open, revealing the Skyrend Port—a cavern so vast its ceiling mimicked a starry sky via holograms.
Scene 4: The Armada
The port stretched beyond sight, a mechanical cosmos of war. Thousands of ships hovered on anti-gravity pads, their silhouettes blotting out the false stars:
1. Dreadnought-Class: "Worldrippers"
Size: 50 soccer fields long.
Weapons:
Maw of Eternity (Bow): A planet-cracking laser fed by twin singularity cores.
Hive-Belly: Launches swarms of Necro-Wasps (100,000 per salvo).
Armor: Plated with star-forged uru, still glowing from the smithies of dead gods.
2. Strike-Class: "Voidstalkers"
Size: 5 soccer fields.
Design: Blade-like, with hulls that phase in/out of reality.
Signature Tech: Quantum Claws—able to rip ships from hyperspace.
3. Leviathan Carrier: "Eclipse’s Cradle"
Size: 500 soccer fields. A floating city with its own weather system—acid rain storms brewed in its engine wake.
Capacity: 100,000+ recruits.
Exterior: Crawling with Engineer Thralls—bio-mechanical hybrids welding reinforcements.
4. Siege Platforms: "Godsgrave Towers"
Height: 2 miles.
Purpose: Deploy Worldbreaker Colossi—mechs that stomp continents flat.
Armament: Singularity Spears capable of punching through planetary cores.
5. Scout Fleet: "Ghostwings"
Camouflage: Mimic asteroid fields or solar flares.
Weapons: Psychic Scream Emitters—reduce enemy crews to maddened husks.
Recruits murmured:
“That’s the Suncrusher—they say it eats stars for fuel!”
“Look! Warbringer Titans!” (Giant Saiyans in mech suits piloting even bigger mechs.)
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Scene 5: The Eclipse’s Cradle
The Leviathan Carrier’s boarding ramp descended—a 5-mile-long tongue of metal covered in anti-personnel turrets. Recruits shuffled into its belly, dwarfed by the infrastructure:
Ceiling: 1,000 feet high, lined with hanging barracks and training dojos.
Walls: Embedded with Bio-Pods—Saiyan warriors in stasis, awaiting deployment.
Floor: Crawling with War-Therianths—beast-slaves hauling munitions.
Gogeta’s Scouter Tagged Tech:
Gravity Forges: Floating orbs melting asteroids into ammunition.
Nano-Surgeons: Med-bots that dismantled injured warriors mid-march, rebuilding them stronger.
Aura Amplifiers: Ring-shaped stations where Elites charged their ki.
Dai materialized beside Gogeta, grinning. “Welcome to the meat grinder, Prince Charming.”
Mimi (eyeing a passing Elite): “Check the guns on that Oblivion-Class. Makes Joules look gentle.”
A holographic Tribune materialized above the crowd—High Overseer Valtor, his scarred face bisected by a mechanical eye.
Valtor: “You maggots are here for one reason: to become worthy. Fail, and your atoms will fuel our engines.”
The carrier’s engines roared to life. Gogeta gripped a railing as artificial gravity shifted—the Eclipse’s Cradle rose, its shadow swallowing entire flee
ts below.
Epilogue: The Unknown Horizon
Gogeta stood at an observation deck, watching the Asraioth Citadel shrink to a speck.
Dai (leaning beside him): “Nervous?”
Gogeta (clenching the relic orb in his pocket): “I was born for this.”
Somewhere in the carrier’s depths, a Bio-Pod hissed open—a pair of blood-red eyes glowing in the dark.
Valtor’s Voice (over intercom): “Initiate Eclipse Protocol. Let the culling begin.”
The stars outside twisted into a hyperspace tunnel, and the armada plunged into the unknown. This is part 1 the selection process just that
