> There are universes beyond ours. Universes with creatures
>beyond imagination. Universes with power so overwhelming.
>Universes with beings such as Ranma and Ryouga, and their bitter
>feud. Universes with feuds that stretch across the cosmos, as with
>Goku and Vegita's. Universes with evil, such as Deathgyunos -
>Bringer of Darkness, Lord of Oblivion. These universes also have
>good, to fight the evil, as with Prettz, protecting the legendary
>crystals from Deathgyunos.
> Now, what if these universes merged together? What if such a
>universe existed in that all the other's where in that one?
> Here, we will answer that question, and tell the tales of a
>select few of the beings. This tale, starts now...
>
> The darkened highway at night was like the future. You never
>know what may happen next. This night there was only one car on the
>highway leading away from the city. A sleek, shiny black car.
> The car's driver didn't show any expression. How could it. He
>got so confused that he doesn't know what expression to have. His
>shades seemed pointless to wear at night. Maybe even dangerous.
>But that's how he liked it.
> Dangerous.
> The car sped through the darkened highway. He didn't know
>where he was going, but one thing was for sure. Umbrella would
>surely be there. They always were. The night sky seemed peaceful.
>But he knew better.
> In the distance there was a flash of light, followed by a huge
>explosion.
> Light traveled faster than sound.
> The city woke up behind him. Lights going on inside every
>house. Panic set in the faces of the residents. Their multimillion
>dollar factory was blown up. The city's life savings. Gone. Panic
>and anger on the faces of all the residents of the suburban
>community.
> But not his face. His face only a moment ago was unchanged for
>the last hour. Not knowing what emotion he should have. He now
>knew what emotion he should have.
> Satisfaction.
> For the first time in days, he let himself smile.
> The car sped away from the city. Where it was going, not even
>God knows.
>
> "Hey, Rick..." The all night bar was poorly lit, smelly, and
>full of truckers.
> "What Dave?" the counterman answered, whipping out a dirty mug.
> "Take a look at dat dare thing..." the greasy trucker pointed a
>finger at the shiny black car that just parked outside, the driver
>opening the door.
> "Pretty nice. What's a city folk doin' way out here?" the
>counterman put down the mug.
> "Don' know..."
> "Hey, Dave, why don't you ask him?" another trucker said.
> "Hey! What I say about listening in on other peoples
>conversations!" Dave stood up and turned to face the 'new guy'.
>The guy had only been trucking for two months now, but still hasn't
>learned to keep his big mouth shut.
> "Easy guys, I just got the new window put in..." the counterman
>said.
> *Ding*
> The door to the trucker dinner opened. Everyone stopped what
>they were doing to look at the city dweller.
> The dweller looked around at everyone. His face unchanging,
>then walked over to the counter. All eyes still focused on him.
> "Water," was the only thing the stranger said. The bar erupted
>with laughter.
> "Water! HA! This here's a truckin' stop! Truckers don' much
>ask for water!" the counterman laughed.
> "Water," he repeated, face still unchanged.
> "Look! Maybe Rick an't makin' himself clear! We don' have
>water. We have liquor! You want water, stick yer head in the
>toilet!" Dave walked up to the stranger.
> "Alcohol pollutes the brain. Water is much more healthy."
> "Look, I don' none like to beat on city folk, but yous be
>pissing me off!" Dave grabbed a chair. "Now get goin' unless you
>want me messin' ya up!"
> "All I asked for was water. I don't want to hurt anyone..."
> "Ok, that's it! Yous dead!" Dave swung the chair at the
>stranger, but to his surprise, the stranger just dunked his head and
>the chair missed it's target.
> "I suggest you not destroy this bar."
> "Yous got lucky..." Dave grabbed the stranger's shoulder and
>turned his around, pulling back his arm, ready to punch as soon as
>he saw the stranger's whites. The stranger didn't like this sudden
>roughness, and so reacted.
> Using the speed of the turning, he brought out his fist and the
>momentum knocked the trucker to the floor. The other truckers
>didn't like that, and started grabbing pool sticks and swinging them
>at the stranger.
> *Four half-drunk truckers...This will be easy.*
> Springing into the air, the stranger flipped in the air and
>landed behind the truckers. Stunned, the truckers looked around in
>confusion, then turned and swung again. None of the sticks made
>contact with the stranger. He had pulled out two daggers while he
>was in the air. When the sticks were swung at him, he simply cut
>them in half.
> Twirling the daggers in his hands, the truckers dropped the
>sticks and ran out of the bar.
> "That's far enough!"
> The stranger turned to see the counterman pointing a shotgun at
>him.
> "Don't come any closer!"
> "All I asked for was water..."
> "Water! HA!" the counterman stalled while Dave silently walked
>behind the stranger. When Dave had a bottle raise over his head,
>the stranger dropped to the floor and did a sweep kick. Dave fell
>once more to the floor. Springing into the air, the stranger landed
>on the bar counter and kicked the gun out of the counterman's hands
>and grabbed the gun.
> "Nice gun..." the stranger said.
> "Don't hurt me..." the counterman pleaded, sweat poring out of
>his pours.
> "I don't want to hurt you. You wanted to hurt me. All I
>wanted was some water." With that said, the stranger threw the
>shotgun out the window. The gun still in the air, the counterman
>stared in disbelief as the stranger pointed one of his arms at the
>gun and a beam of energy shot forth and destroyed the gun.
> "Who the hell are you...?" the counterman asked meekly.
> "...Can I now have my water?"
> The counterman nodded.
>
> As he sped through the night, he heard a noise.
> "What the..."
> Then he realized what it was. It was his souvenir of the last
>factory. An Umbrella issue headset. It must be picking up signals.
>He put it on.
> "No boss. The delivery will be completed by Friday."
> "Good. Remember, if he finds out about this delivery, it's
>your head."
> "Yes sir. The G-Virus will be..."
> That was enough for him. He had to find out where the delivery
>was being made. He'd have to ask Trent.
> That is, if Trent will help him.
> The midnight black car sped through the silent highway. This
>time, knowing where it was going.
> Washington, D.C.
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