Dragonball Fighterz Novels & Stories

Drake was busy in the palace, leaving Emily in his royal house. He was busy training himself when someone called him outside the training room. “Alpha, alpha!” Beta Dillon called him. Drake stopped and looked at the Beta sharply. “What is your problem, Dillon?!” he growled annoyingly. He saw him with fear and unexplainable emotions. “A-Alpha,” Beta Dillon’s scared voice stuttered. Drake knitted his forehead and walked towards the door, and opened it.

Realization dawned on me that he was enjoying the violence. I hated him and I wanted to hurt him badly. I flailed my legs, unable to kick him. 'Adrianne.. I think I prefer Rianne. Catches the moment. Quite a fighter, aren't you? ' I glared into his eyes and stifled a gasp. His eyes were dead. Whoever said that eyes were the windows of the soul hadn't met this dude. His eyes were blank, lifeless and had a cruel glint in it. 'Feisty. Just the way I like it.'

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

He would fulfil that curiosity another day. For now, Zen hovered over the games classified under martial arts. There weren’t many that involved swords, although many of them had supernatural abilities like laser eyes and magic. Those that did contain swords were usually skill-based games with flashy effects that accompanied those killing moves. Zen did not need that. Then, he found one that revolved around gladiators in a fight ring. The game wasn’t a very popular one, but Zen knew this. It was a rather boring game with a linear story progression that not many appreciated, but Zen Taro liked it enough to buy it because of how realistic the sound effects and movements were.

“So what are the odds they even watch the movie?” Darius chuckled as he tossed me a controller and booted up Street Fighter. “Do you mean them actually going to the movies? Or do you mean them not paying attention once in the theater?” I chuckled, picking my go-to character Zangief. “Both.” he shrugged as the fight began.

After the game began, Lucifer typed, “God of fight, you are the main output. I will cut the medical equipment and give you HP. Dreamer, you will beat the monsters. Light and Asher are the auxiliary output, but don’t court hatred.” God of Fight: “1” Asher: “1” Light: “1” Dreamer: “1” Generally in the game, for convenience if ready, everyone will type a ! in the dialogue box. Lucifer! “Dreamer go break the Armor.” Dreamer controlled the game character. He carried the best broadsword and used the armor-piercing skills toward Boss. Although he didn’t use much damage under the armor-piercing state, all the other teammates’ damage when fighting the Boss was twice as much.

A smirk appeared on Yadier's face. "Hah! At least you know your place! As for why we're going to such lengths—first, Felix is Dragonia's master healer. Kill him, and they lose a master who can pass down the knowledge of traditional medicine. "Second, we want to prove that Dragonia's martial arts are child's play compared to our shadowstalking techniques. Now hold that coffee steady. The show's starting." By the bus, Felix had stepped out, finding the scene oddly familiar. Ten fighters in purple combat suits surrounded him, while the driver stood at a distance with a smug grin as if victory was assured.

'He must be scared silly.' Kendrick walked up to Andro. "Now it's your turn!" While saying that, he threw a punch. At the same time, his fist glowed fiery red. He was a fire-element 1-star Martial Artist. Andro merely stared at the fist without dodging. Right before it reached him, he also threw a punch. Boom! A loud boom echoed. Kendrick, who looked smug a moment ago, suddenly let out a scream. His body flew backward and crashed onto the ground with a thud.

The battle ended quickly, Boro won by KO in five moves, hitting Jun with the flat of his blade using a form of Boro's own creation, one that he called Sword Saints Dull Edge; it was a move to hurt, not kill. Mika won his duel too by the barest of margins. Boro suspected that Mika had paid off most of the students who he thought would be willing to throw the fight but it was just his guess. But watching his fight gave Boro an uneasy feeling, Mika had shown some skill Boro had never seen before.

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.