First Contact and Visions of Genocide; Devlin’s meeting of The White Masked Saiyan

[Devlin Chikimaru]

Devlin flew through space in his cruiser checking his radars periodically to make sure he hadn’t missed someone when his ship jerked to an immediate stop, Devlin sat forward and started to press the necessary buttons on the control panel to no avail and he sighed.
“No fucking power…. Ragnarok reboot.”
Devlin said out loud and was met with dead silence, Devlin got up to check the power source and was frozen in pure dread and fear as he heard a chilling voice ring in his head.
“Ohhhh how I’ve longed to meet you, the piece of me that got away. I will admit you’ve hidden yourself quite well if only you hadn’t stuck your nose in that pink bitches business, I would’ve never found you. You should’ve stayed in Canton city because not long after you left die attacked and boy did I enjoy killing everyone that I could even Kakarot tried to get in my way, and the filthy monkey got the upper hand on me that time.”
It said as a shadow formed in front of Devlin, a shadow in the shape of a Saiyan man. Devlin felt his heart race as a soft trickle of blood streaked down from his nose as the shadow slowly formed in front of him.

[White Masked Saiyan]

The shadow that spoke to Devlin slowly formed into the shape of what it once was, a moderate height Saiyan man clad in Chikimaru tattoos wearing a blank stark white mask with pitch black eyes with a vivid red light emanating from deep within it, the man stepped down on to the floor of the ship as he looked around at the technology his captive had made.
“Just like the rest you chose to master making gizmos and toys rather than honing your skills and becoming the greatest being to ever exist, this flaw within itself is why I have maintained the upper hand each time I consume a piece of myself. Whereas I hate the Saiyan race in its entirety their genetics have provided them with specific advantages as warriors, so us being born into them would mean we have the potential to become a god. Yet you chose to be a scientist, I see you’ve made yourself a family as well tainting the bloodline with lesser beings. To be frank with you I am not surprised in the least, for some reason you are different than the rest, maybe when I’m done here I’ll pay your family a little visit as well. Let me show you what we are meant to become.”
The White Masked Saiyan said as he walked over to Devlin and held his hand over his face.

[Devlin Chikimaru]

Devlin watched as the voice enveloped into its form from a shadow revealing itself to be a white masked Saiyan Chikimaru, he felt pure dread wash over him as he was paralyzed in fear. The Chikimaru spoke to him as if they were the same person downing his decisions in life as weakness and claiming his cowardice in becoming a scientist and family man, he watched as the man walked over to the photo he kept of his family and mocked him threatening to go visit his family when he finished with him. Devlin felt helpless being unable to move and struggled against the fear until a sharp pain shot through him causing him to stop, Devlin stared at the Chikimaru with fury and hate as he held his hand over his face.
“My wife is more than capable of handling herself, but if you TOUCH REYZEN I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”
Devlin screamed at the top of his lungs with what little control he could muster.

[White Masked Saiyan]

The White Mask watched as Devlin struggled to move and smirked beneath his mask as the effects of his Dreadful Ki kicked in and forced him to stop, he observed the passion in his counterparts eyes as he screamed at him of what he’d do if he hurt Reyzen he’d kill him and he recalled a time when he once felt passion like that. It made him weak that was why he tore his heart out, so he could no longer be weak.
“Tut tut… My ki will freeze you in fear attempting to struggle will only hurt you more than help you. It is nice to see he bled into this existence as well, one less pimple to pop in the future.”
He said as he flexed his black gloved hand and connected into Devlin’s mind forcing his memories into not only the conscious mind but subconscious as well in an attempt to trick him into believing they were his own.