Singapore, Age 737 Saturday December 2nd 1988
Taro and Leek, their powers allowing them to hover over the water, silently pushed the lifeboats toward the shore, ensuring their arrival went unnoticed. Anne, still feeling like an outsider within the group, looked on, dumbfounded by the events that had unfolded. As they passed by a freighter, Joseph decided to share a story, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Once upon a time, there was a prince from the land of Sumatra who embarked on a grand voyage, seeking new lands," Joseph began, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "During his journey, he stumbled upon an island inhabited by majestic white-manned lions called singas. It was a land he named Singa Pura, and today, its straits are bustling with ships and tankers from all corners of the world! This nation, a testament to the fusion of Western and Eastern cultures through free trade, is known as Singapore!"
The Saiyans, known for their curiosity, seemed interested in the tale, while Polnareff couldn't help but express his doubts. "I don't think that happened," he interjected, waving his hands dismissively.
Joseph chuckled, acknowledging the skepticism. "It was merely a legend," he admitted. "An enchanting tale passed down through generations."
As they approached the dock, everyone disembarked from the lifeboats and began their walk. Jotaro couldn't help but utter his trademark phrase, "Yare yare daze, we finally made it."
"We're going to stay at that hotel," Joseph declared, pointing towards a towering skyscraper.
However, their arrival didn't go unnoticed. A police officer came running towards the group, shouting and holding up a piece of garbage. "Hey, you! Yeah, you with the flat top!" he yelled, directing his attention towards Polnareff.
Confused, Polnareff responded, "Huh? Yeah, you mean me? You think I threw that trash?"
The officer's tone grew stern as he informed them of the strict littering laws in Singapore. "Here in Singapore, the law prohibits littering, and all violators are fined! That's a five-hundred Singapore dollar fine!" he exclaimed.
Shocked by the hefty fine, the group couldn't believe their ears. "Five hundred Singapore dollars... That's about forty thousand yen," Joseph calculated.
Avdol questioned the accusation, saying, "Trash? What are you talking about, sir? All I see on the ground is my own luggage."
Undeterred, Polnareff put on a mischievous smile and began a playful confrontation with the officer. He jabbed his finger into the officer's chest multiple times, asking innocently, "Would you be so kind as to tell me what trash you're referring to, officer? Are you sure you see some trash?"
Polnareff's quick thinking and charm managed to disarm the officer, who, still shaken, smiled nervously and backed away. "I-i'm terribly sorry. Well, I'll be going then..." the officer muttered, quickly retreating.
"Shoo, shoo," Polnareff waved him off, proud of his small victory. However, the attention quickly shifted to Anne, whose tearful expression drew concern from the others.
"What's up with the kid? She's back with us again?" Jotaro asked, puzzled by her presence.
Fasha, her voice filled with sincerity, approached Anne and said, "Hey, Anne, weren't you going to go see your father?"
"Stop hanging around and get going. Shoo!" said polnareff. Tears were flowing down Anne's eyes.
Polnareff, realizing the impact of his words on Anne, immediately regretted his earlier remarks. Bardock, sensing the tension, placed a comforting hand on Polnareff's shoulder, silently conveying his support.
Fasha turned towards Polnareff, her voice stern yet compassionate, "Stop, Polnareff. You're making Anne cry."
Polnareff's expression softened, realizing the weight of his actions. He nodded in acknowledgment, silently apologizing to Anne. Meanwhile, tears continued to stream down Anne's face as she struggled to regain her composure.Anne, slowly wiping away her tears, gathered her strength and spoke with a determined voice, "I'm meeting him in five days. And I can go wherever the heck I want."
Taking a step back, the group gave Anne the space she needed, allowing her emotions to settle. Leek, ever observant, muttered under his breath, "If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she was a Saiyan." The comment earned a nod of agreement from Taro, emphasizing their shared concern for Anne's well-being.
Bardock, still standing by Polnareff's side, offered a reassuring smile. "You've certainly inherited the intimidation skills of a Saiyan," he remarked, his words carrying a sense of camaraderie.
Polnareff, grateful for the support he received, returned the smile to Bardock, feeling a deep sense of camaraderie within the group. In moments like these, amidst the chaos and adventure, they found solace in each other's company, appreciating the bonds they had formed.
As they made their way into the hotel, they were greeted by a bustling atmosphere. The lobby was filled with people coming and going, creating a vibrant energy that filled the air. Tora, Shugesh, Borgos, Zorn, Bardock, Nappa, Paragus, Beets, Leek, Fasha, and Taro, were particularly intrigued by the lively scenes unfolding before them.
Their eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the various individuals and their activities. Tora's gaze lingered on a group of children playing a lively game, while Shugesh watched in fascination as a street performer showcased his impressive juggling skills. Borgos, known for his love of food, couldn't help but be drawn to the enticing aroma emanating from a nearby restaurant.
Zorn, ever the curious Saiyan, approached a local artist who was creating beautiful paintings right in the heart of the hotel's lobby. He observed intently as the artist skillfully brought the canvas to life, captivated by the creative process.
Bardock, with his keen sense of observation, noticed an elderly couple sitting at a corner table, engrossed in a heartfelt conversation. The depth of their connection resonated with him, reminding him of the importance of genuine connections and shared experiences.
Nappa, known for his boisterous nature, couldn't resist engaging in friendly banter with the hotel staff. He exchanged playful remarks and laughter, injecting a sense of liveliness into the surroundings.
Paragus, intrigued by the architecture of the hotel, took a moment to admire the intricate details and design elements. He marveled at the craftsmanship and appreciated the fusion of modernity and tradition.
Beets, known for his love of music, found himself drawn to a live band performing in the hotel's lounge. He tapped his foot to the rhythm, enjoying the melodies that filled the space and adding his own subtle harmonies.
Leek, ever the observer, took a step back, absorbing the diverse sights and sounds around him. He found fascination in the variety of people and their stories, appreciating the tapestry of humanity that unfolded before his eyes.
Fasha, embracing the spirit of exploration, engaged in conversations with fellow travelers, eager to learn about their experiences and share her own tales.
Taro, ever curious and adventurous, was the first to strike up a conversation with a fellow guest, exchanging stories and recommendations for places to visit in Singapore.
As Joseph, Jotaro, Kakyoin, Avdol, Sadao, Polnareff, and Anne observed the Saiyans' animated conversation, they couldn't help but smile, their confusion mixed with intrigue. Joseph decided to head to the front desk to reserve rooms for their group, leaving the others behind.
Anne, still trying to grasp the situation, turned to the group and asked, "Do any of you know what they are saying?" She gestured towards the Saiyans who were engrossed in their own communication. The rest of the group shook their heads, equally clueless.
Jotaro squatted down to Anne's level and shared some intriguing information. "Fasha once told me that Saiyan DNA has the ability to adapt quickly to unfamiliar situations," he explained. "I didn't believe it until she surprised me in English class, speaking perfect English." Anne nodded, fascinated by the Saiyans' adaptability.
Meanwhile, Joseph returned from the front desk with a handful of room keys. He suggested, "Why don't we gather everyone and distribute the room keys?" The group agreed, recognizing the practicality of the suggestion.
They quickly regrouped, joining Joseph near the front desk. Joseph began assigning the room arrangements. "Jotaro and I will share a room," he declared, looking at Jotaro. "Fasha and Anne, for obvious reasons, will share a room." Fasha and Anne exchanged a knowing smile, understanding the reasoning behind their rooming arrangement.
Joseph continued, "Avdol and Kakyoin will room together." Avdol and Kakyoin nodded in agreement, already forming a sense of camaraderie. Joseph then paired Sadao and Polnareff, who exchanged playful banter as they accepted their room keys.
"Bardock and Tora will room together," Joseph announced, and the two Saiyans exchanged nods, acknowledging the arrangement. He then assigned Leek and Taro to share a room, followed by Shugesh and Borgos, and finally Zorn and Nappa. Paragus and Beets were the last pair to be assigned a room.
With room keys in hand, each member of the group took note of their assigned room numbers. They were eager to settle in and make themselves comfortable after their eventful day. The distribution of room keys brought a sense of organization and anticipation for the upcoming stay.
As the group dispersed to their respective rooms, a sense of unity and adventure lingered in the air. The hotel would become their temporary home, a place where friendships would deepen, and lasting memories would be created.
Inside one of the rooms, Polnareff and Sadao entered, their minds still filled with the day's events. They chose their beds, with Polnareff opting for the one closest to the window, and Sadao settling on the one nearest to the door. The room exuded a sense of comfort, promising a peaceful night's rest.
Polnareff, curious as always, decided to check if anyone had left anything behind in the fridge. Opening it up, to his surprise, he discovered a native American man inside. Startled, he exclaimed, "Who are you?"
The man calmly replied, "My name is Devo. I have come to kill you for Dio." He introduced himself as the wielder of the Stand "Ebony Devil," which derived its name from the tarot card "The Devil."
Sadao focused intently on Devo, summoning his Stand, Jazzman, to create a protective barrier around the Native American. Polnareff, oozing confidence, taunted, "You're trapped! Nothing can break through this force field. You're done for!"
Unfazed by their words, Devo closed his eyes and began to meditate. Suddenly, the room came alive with movement. Their attention snapped to a wooden doll sprinting across the bed, leaping towards Sadao. Reacting with lightning speed, Sadao spun around and unleashed a devastating punch, launching the doll towards the ceiling.
But to their astonishment, the doll remained intact and agile, gracefully descending while wielding a knife. It landed on Sadao's head, swiftly slashing his hair. Determined to break free, Sadao fought to pry the doll off, but its grip held firm, refusing to let go.
Summoning his remaining strength, Sadao finally tore the doll away, though a few drops of blood stained his hair. The doll soared through the air, ricocheting off the window before crashing onto the floor.
With incredible speed, Polnareff summoned his Stand, Silver Chariot, which materialized, brandishing a gleaming sword. In a single fluid motion, the sword sliced through the doll, shattering it into countless pieces. Devo slumped lifelessly to the ground, defeated. Silver Chariot dissipated, vanishing into thin air.
As the shattered doll lay scattered on the floor, Sadao released Jazzman's barrier, causing it to fade away. The tension in the room subsided, and the group took a moment to regroup and catch their breath.
Realizing they had to deal with the aftermath, they carefully lifted Devo's lifeless body and returned it to the fridge.
Polnareff picked up the phone and dialed Joseph and Jotaro's room, eager to inform them of the recent encounter. "Mr. Joestar, there was a stand user hiding in our room. His name was Devo, sent by Dio. We took care of him," Polnareff relayed the news, a mix of relief and caution evident in his voice.
Joseph listened attentively, immediately grasping the potential danger they could be facing. "If there are other enemy stand users lurking around, we need to ensure the safety of the girls," he replied with concern. "Ask Bardock to handle the disposal of the body."
With that, Joseph hung up the phone and turned to Jotaro. "I'm going to check up on Fasha," Jotaro declared, determined to protect those close to him. Joseph nodded in agreement as Jotaro left the room, heading down the hallway.
Jotaro made his way to Fasha and Anne's room, lightly knocking on the door. Anne opened it, her curious eyes meeting his. Before he could finish his warning, Jotaro found himself momentarily speechless as Fasha emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that accentuated her curves. A faint blush crept onto Jotaro's face as he struggled to regain his composure.
"Hi, Jojo. Don't mind me, I just got out of the shower," Fasha greeted him, her own cheeks turning a shade of pink. Her tail curled behind her, adding a touch of playfulness to the moment. Jotaro's heart raced as he stood there, momentarily stunned by her presence.
Collecting himself, Jotaro finally managed to convey his message. "I just wanted to let you know that there are enemy stand users in the area, and I want you to be safe," he said earnestly.
Anne quickly closed the door, stifling a giggle as she exchanged words with Fasha inside. Jotaro could hear their laughter, accompanied by Anne's muffled voice teasingly recounting his reaction. He walked away from the door, his face still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and intrigue.
The hotel hallway felt a bit quieter as Jotaro continued on his way. His mind was filled with a mix of concern for the impending danger and the unexpected encounter that had left his heart racing. As he walked, he couldn't help but wonder how their journey would unfold,
Feeling a sense of solitude in his room, Jotaro decided to head to the lobby, where he knew Joseph and Avdol were engaged in a discussion about Dio. As he approached the table, he couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation.
"To think the enemy's pursuit would come so close so early on..." Avdol remarked, his tone filled with concern.
Joseph, his voice laced with determination, responded, "As long as Dio is using Jonathan Joestar's body as his own, he'll be able to track Jotaro and me. He won't give us any time to rest. But we can read his thoughts just as he reads ours."
Jotaro walked up to join them, his presence drawing their attention. "Jotaro! So you alerted the girls," Joseph acknowledged, referring to the earlier encounter.
Jotaro nodded, a hint of relief in his voice. "Yes, but they laughed behind my back," he confessed, still slightly self-conscious about the amusing encounter with Fasha.
"Don't worry about it," Joseph reassured him with a warm smile. "Fasha is probably laughing off her own blush."
Jotaro felt a sense of comfort from Joseph's words, knowing that the laughter was lighthearted and not meant to mock him. The bond between the group members grew stronger in these small moments of understanding and acceptance.
Avdol, shifting the focus of the conversation, asked, "So, do you have a camera?"
Joseph nodded, understanding the purpose behind the question. "We can use the TV in mine and Jotaro's room," he suggested, the practicality of their arrangement evident.
Avdol acknowledged Joseph's idea with a nod, appreciating their resourcefulness. Together, they formed a plan to keep a vigilant eye on their surroundings, utilizing the available resources to stay one step ahead of Dio's sinister intentions.
The lobby buzzed with the chatter of other hotel guests, unaware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. But at that moment, Joseph, Jotaro, and Avdol walked back to the room.
Once inside, Joseph took charge and walked over to the TV, activating his Stand, Hermit Purple. Vines appeared on his arms, crackling with Hamon energy as he gripped the TV firmly. The screen initially displayed static, but Joseph's Stand manipulation soon brought forth a series of channels and images.
a gang member with a mustache and fedora appeared on the screen. "Micheal's still not here?" where's michael?" as the picture changes as channel 9 flickered as a man in a suit standing infront of planes and giant speakers. "This week's number three jumps up five points from last week. The image changes to channel 12. A news station appeared as there was a man on screen talking about gold prices. "Gold prices have…" before changing to the next channel as there was a kids cartoon on. Two cartoon characters were shown."You look delicious, meow." "what?" the channel changed to channel 8. It was a music video. The video showed world events with the music in the background "we didn't start the fire." The channel changed. Numbers went by. As the tv flickered as the familiar tv channels as the screen went from up and down. As the tv screen spinned. As numbers began to fly. As the TV cycled through different channels, Joseph and the others noticed a peculiar pattern emerging.
"The channels are changing as if the TV has a mind of its own!" Avdol exclaimed, observing the erratic behavior.
Joseph, ever astute, recognized the significance. "It's looking for the right words among the channels to create a message. For the ear, not the eye," he explained, his voice tinged with curiosity.
The TV continued its flickering journey, gradually forming a coherent message. "There... is a traitor among us," the words emerged from the screen, shocking the group.
"What? Did it just...? I could be wrong, but I think it said, 'There is a traitor among us,'" Joseph repeated, his tone filled with disbelief. "ka…kyo…in…beware…of…him…di…o's…ser…va…nt…" said the tv.
Avdol's voice trembled as he spoke, "Kakyoin?! W-what? Kakyoin is Dio's servant?"
The TV screen flickered again, revealing a figure obscured by static. Gradually, the image focused, revealing a topless man. The image focuses closer to his head and shoulder, a birthmark made obvious with stitches on his neck. Joseph's realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
"This is... Dio," he uttered, his voice laced with both recognition and alarm.
Suddenly, Dio turned around, his face concealed in shadow. He extended his left hand, pointing directly at them while his right hand remained entangled in his hair. The tension escalated as the TV cracked, and Joseph's warning echoed through the room.
"Dio! Look out, he found us!" Joseph shouted, his voice carrying urgency.
In a fiery explosion, the TV erupted, sending everyone sprawling backward. The room was filled with chaos and smoke.
They were coughing when Avdol said "b-but that can't be true, can it?" jotaro nodded. "You know as well I do. Hermit purple says Kakyoin is working with dio and has betrayed us." said joseph. "It can't be!" said avdol. "I still trust kakyoin." said jotaro. "There must be a reason behind this," said joseph. "But if he is indeed connected to dio, he could exterminate us in our sleep, at any moment. He'd be dio's very own trojan horse! " said joseph. "Don't worry about it. He is with taro and bardock. " said jotaro