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Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Darkblade » Thu Mar 17, 2016 10:51 am

From the sky they came, to the people below perhaps mistaken for shooting stars. However the truth was more dire, they were coming. Beings that were feared across the galaxy, responsible for laying waste to entire planets to sell to the highest bidder. The Earth was to become their latest target, the order was given and so they have come, the Saiyans.
Kures wasn’t sure what to think of this plan, they were to lay claim to this planet for their own. A new planet Vegeta, the royal family really did need to take some lessons in the benefit of an imagination. These Earthlings, they were to have been Kakarotto’s first conquest before the loss of their planet. Yet here she was along side many other adult saiyans, to claim a planet that was once slated to be taken by a single infant. Her pride as a warrior was certainly taking a hit with that thought, but she had to remain loyal to her orders.
She knew better than most the pain caused by defying Vegeta, and the means he’d go to in order to inflict it. Though as they landed her pod’s scouter bleeped with numbers that made her worries leave. Power levels on par with their own, hopefully that was not a glitch, as it would at least mean they could be warriors and not just bullying a species into extinction. Her pod opened and she bounded out, her head darting this way and that to confirm with her personal scouter the readings.

“Oh boy, this should be enjoyable. A few here will give us something of a fight.”

“Doubt it, remember we’re saiyans sister. These Earthlings will find that is something they’ll never surpass.”

Raditz stood tall and proud, and regardless of how he dismissed them vocally. She could tell he was excited as well, he’d put it quite bluntly a while back. There was no point to being a warrior without a foe worth fighting, not to mention that he was getting rather bored with the running. Who could blame him, it wasn’t a natural thing to a saiyan to run from a fight. But Frieza was still hunting them, and no matter how proud a race they were it would be the end of them if they went toe to toe with the tyrant. At least they were no longer under heel anymore, and when they claimed this planet they would be able to truly enjoy that freedom.

“Remember, orders are to kill the lot. So lets target the strongest ones first, everyone fall in. Time to sort out who gets the most fun!”

The other saiyans moved in, would seem Raditz was going to have them play Janken for the right to face the strongest foes. That usually was the method he liked using, he’d stay back and let them try first after all as much as he enjoyed a good fight he understood that those under his command needed to also be strong. So giving them these opportunities to test themselves was a good way to seeing how far they’ve come, and he’d still get to enjoy a good fight if they struggled. The tales of his father seemed to resonate well with the saiyan, and command suited him well.

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Khol had gotten up early, as he had promised the earthlings he would take part in this reunion. It meant that he would lose her trail again, but then perhaps that was wise. He had yet to figure out just what he was going to do, her reaction when they met once more was telling. It was only proper of her, of anyone for that matter, he had after all taken all from her in the war he started. Still he felt compelled to meet his old friend once more, there was a joy to be had in it, knowing that they had not died that day. The fact the dragonballs had a limitation of a year to raise the dead proved it, as it had been so long since he had left that planet.
In any case he was sure they’d meet again, she was after all seeking his blood. Which meant he had another reason to stick around, make it easier for her to find him. Kami had informed him Piccolo was once more moving openly, so it would seem they had found a new plataeu of strength to test against him. That was nice, he did enjoy it when they fought, and nice to know his view that they weren’t so hungry for conquest was proving to be true. If they had, news would have been more dire and there wouldn’t even be talk of a reunion party. Certainly would be interesting to see if the others had managed to attain more power in the while since they went dragonball hunting.

“You know, it’s much more fun if you actually make yourself known.”

Khol stopped, this one had been following them for a while now. It wasn’t one of the metal men that some fellow called Gero was making, for they didn’t seem to give off that weird vibe. However they certainly weren’t an Earthling that he’d encountered before, that much was for certain. He rather not have them follow him all the way to Capsule Corp, not without knowing what they were after anyway.

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Bulma was sure everyone was set out nicely, food seemed the main concern. She’d seen her friends eat, and then there was Khol. Where did that man put food? It was a good thing her family were wealthy, or this would be a bankrupting affair. She had to wonder what surprises the others were have for her, been year’s since Khol’s last visit. That was when the trio returned with tales of how Yuki’s wish was not granted and the appearance of Khol’s old friend. Though from the way she was trying to kill him, Khol really stretched what that word meant. Then again he didn’t seem the sort to have friends he didn’t fight with, then again she was the most normal one of the bunch. Surrounded by fighters, and yet not once has she considered being one herself.

“Get moving! They’re going to be here any minute! Good for nothing layabout!”

She yelled at the scruffy haired man who was having trouble moving another table out into the garden. That was her own surprise for them, she’d gotten herself a boyfriend. He’d been at that tournament, Hero who was Kami had beaten him easily but she wasn’t with him cause he was some great fighter. No these days he’d taken to playing pro baseball, he’d even gotten pretty good at it.

“I see your keeping them well trained..”

She turned to see it was Master Roshi, he was with another shorter fellow. A bald chap who seemed to lack a nose, seems the old man was in the mood to train again. She felt she’d seen the fellow somewhere before, but then when it came to fighters she probably seen them all hanging around with this bunch. Roshi as if taking note of her gaze smirked.

“This is Krillin, taken him under my wing so to speak. Won’t be long before he gives my apprentice a run for his money. Speaking off, I guess they’ve yet to turn up.”

“Of course not, think I’d still be having this all moved if they were here? Though why they don’t visit more often is anybody’s guess, not like those mountains aren’t closer than Chi Chi’s and she and her father are snoozing upstairs. They got here last night, they didn’t want to be late.”

Yuki had visited even a few times, and from Bulma’s reckoning she was aside from Khol the furthest away from Capsule Corp. Khol, he moved around alot, his hunt for that old friend was taking alot longer than she thought it would. Though from what Khol had said of the Terrans, he was at the disadvantage when it came to finding them. The ability to see ki, that must be something, the scouter of Khol’s could give a value to that and considering how much of that Khol had it was like a star trying to sneak up on a shadow. Even without alot of time to get to know the fellow all that much, she knew he was the sort to relish the challenge. Though she did doubt he’d be successful, what was he going to do? Beat her till she stopped wanting to kill him? Not likely to work in any sense of the word, but it did at least keep Khol out of mischief. How they’d have fair without something to distract the man from his love for fighting, a question she was thankful never to have an answer for.

“Yeah, Gohan was always a bit shoddy on time keeping. I sensed Khol stopped moving a while back, maybe piccolo’s decided to make another attempt at beating him. So, he should be here soon enough.”

Roshi’s jest at that prospect, only reminder Bulma of the truth. Khol’s strength frightened her a bit, always had since the day he’d made Tien a punching bag on their first meeting. She did find he made things a little bit more interesting, and certainly his actions saved the world from piccolo junior. But no getting around the fact he was infact an alien, and that meant she had really no hope of understanding just what went on in that head of his. In any case it’ll be fun to say the least to have the whole gang together again.

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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Raptorman » Thu Mar 31, 2016 10:01 am

As the saiyan called out to the person who had been following him there was a sigh mixed with some crunching sounds before a figured eventually came into view. At first glance she would look like a fairly standard earthling woman, though as she came closer slowly, the crunching sound continuing it would become more clear that she bore other features that marked her as well. Her hair was long and for the most part pink, falling down her back and out to the sides of her face in a way that managed to be both somewhat controlled and wild as nearer to the ends the strands of hair took on a dark red tinge and curled and twisted. Her face was marked by what looked almost like patches of scales. Reddish black iridescent patches that framed her face, in particular concentrating around her chin, neck and the sides of her cheeks.

She was dressed in a fairly unique fashion, a long sleeved green shirt that covered most of her upper body, revealing only her face, neck, and hands bore the words Time to Feast emblazoned in black letters and no other ornamentation. Below the waist she wore a long skirt that fell much of the way down to her feet, and below that a pair of what looked to be low leather boots. She took another few steps forward and the source of the crunching sound became clear as she fished a large cookie out of a bag at her side and raised it up to her mouth which opened extremely wide to receive it before the crunching began once more.

After she swallowed she waved to Khol and withdrew another cookie from the bag. "Hi!" She called out cheerfully. "I'm" she hesitated for a fraction of a second "Amy. And I've been looking for you and the others from that tourney. They say you are the strongest and I just can't take that on faith." She chomped away at the next cookie for a moment before once again reaching into her bag. "You want one? I don't normally share but I hear you eat like I do. And to fight on an empty stomach is the worst."

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Post by Ninmast » Mon Apr 11, 2016 2:30 am

*Ice Palace*

Her mother was always elegant, always beautiful. An ice queen in a way that made the derogatory usage of the term seem so completely devoid of meaning. But that morning, that last morning, she had been something more. And so much less. She was so young then, so blind, but even she saw it as her mother stood by the window, looking out, her face pale and distant, but when she called for her attention, her mother turned and had herself regathered, everything in place. There was a time for worry, she had said, but it wasn't that time yet.

Yuki ran a hand gently across the ice glass that formed the top of her mother's coffin in the undercroft of the palace. Her perfect visage was preserved as if she were simply sleeping peacefully, a single ice rose in between her hands folded over her chest. She hadn't been able to revive her. The power of the seven artifacts wasn't powerful enough. It had hurt her then. It still did, as if her mother had lived through the hope of the wish, then died all over again. But she had met people in the process. Whether they were good people or bad, she didn't know, but they had supported her desire when they didn't have to, even when they had their own. And her travels had opened her eyes, grown her world beyond her wildest imaginings. She knew how small her queendom was relative to the whole of the world, and even, to some degree, beyond. She also knew the limits of her own strength, and she had grown immensely thanks to all of that.

But today, her mind was stuck in that last day with her mother. Obsessed over what had drawn her attention out the window like that. She wanted to say it was longing for her mother, but in the pit of her stomach, she thought perhaps she felt it. Whatever it was.

And then she knew. It came upon her like a wraith, silent and sudden.

I will die today.

It wasn't a fear, a dread or a suspicion. It was a fact that came upon her as a revelation, undeniable and unmovable. But why? Why would she die today?

Then the wind answered. A foul, dark wind that gave her a sensation she had never been inclined to feel before. A cold that chilled her right down her spine. She knew it for what it was. In her broader knowledge of the world, she was able to understand what the wind was telling her. Death had come to the planet, and she knew its name. But somehow, this didn't worry her as much as she thought it would. Perhaps ... yes, they would not take the planet this day. She knew, just as her mother must have known that though she would die, her daughter would live, that though she would die today by Saiyan hands, the planet would not fall.

Again, she ran her hand across the coffin's surface.

"It seems I shall see you soon after all, mother. I promise I shall take as many of them along with me as I can."



*Landing Zone*

Sakuranbo looked out at the blue planet that spread out before them. It was a nice world, pleasant. She inhaled deeply and it smelled nice. A lot of weaklings, but she bore them no ill will for that. The galaxy was full of life, and it was simple numbers that not everyone could have the good fortune to be born a Saiyan. Perhaps their species wouldn't go extent, perhaps they could prove their worth as servants or laborers. It was the best they could hope for now that their planet had been marked. Their only other hope rested in the few very high power levels the planet had, defenders presumably, taking up the mantle of war so the rest could live in peace. She'd seen it before, countless times before, but it always seemed so foolish to her. Wouldn't it be better if every man, woman and child could defend themselves and their fellows in times of danger? Certainly, not everyone has the same talent for battle, but they would have easily fended off Raditz' landing forces if all of their species was at least equally dedicated to their defense as these few readings. As it was, to Sakuranbo's eye, the Saiyans might almost need reinforcements for this planet, or at least a full moon.

She crossed her arms under her bust as she looked back at the others rushing to play Janken for the right to fight the strongest. She'd stay out of it, take what she got. She had little interest in going after that big 2,200. She wanted to see what the planet could offer in terms of strategy, of intellect. In which case, weaker was actually better. The strongest on the planet would actually be more likely to just be a brute, accustomed to being the strongest. She'd likely learn little more than she would from fighting another Saiyan.

The blonde Saiyan spent some time flipping through the assorted power levels she saw while the rest argued over the strongest. Then, as if destiny were answering her heart's desire, it turned out there was one warrior who just so happened to have a power level exactly equal to hers. Very distant, too. If their maps from orbit were accurate, it was off in the frozen north of the planet.

"That one," she said plainly, interrupting the others. "The 1,500 up north. That's the one I want."

At least she wasn't likely to get much objection from the rest, given that there were higher power levels they'd be more inclined to fight over.
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Post by Kindredtown » Wed Apr 13, 2016 8:26 am

*Landing Zone*

Taroga stepped out of his pod after landing with the others and sniffed the air of their soon to be new home planet. It didn't smell the best but it was definitely an improvement from their original home. He still faintly remembered the smell of Planet Vegeta. It was one of the only things that he could remember about it. After that all he could remember was running away from the tyrant that was Frieza. He was glad they were starting to settle down somewhere for good. It's harder to get strong when you're always on the run.

Taroga hated running because it made him feel weak. He hated feeling weak. He wasn't among the strongest of the remaining Saiyans. That was reserved for Prince Vegeta and his loyal band of idiots. He hated being weaker than them, but he planned to catch up to and surpass them soon. Right now his spot was among the strongest in Raditz's squad. He was just a bit weaker than him and Kures. Taroga had a superior equal in this squad though. It was someone that he had considered a sister or the closest thing to it. She often put him in his place and she was the only one he didn't mind doing that. He turned to her with a smirk revealing that he was ready for the challenge.

He wanted the luck of the draw in this game of Janken. He wanted a real challenge. Just as it was almost his turn to go they were interrupted by Sakuranbo who decided to claim hers without the game. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He said before turning back to the game before him. She could have that one all she wanted. He had his eyes on a different one.


*Kami's Lookout*

Namori was where he usually was. Kami's Lookout. He spent his time split between here, the mountains, and finding martial artists to challenge. None of them of course gave him the same thrill or challenge as Piccolo or Yuki. He'd like to say Khol but the two never actually fought. He envied Tien for being able to fight him even if he had suffered a loss from it. Namori's training was his main focus right now. He didn't want to have to lose ever again. He didn't want to risk putting the fate of the Earth in anyone else's hands.

Namori knew that he was progressing in his training but he still felt that it was lacking something. He had the drive and need to protect the people of Earth, but was it really enough? He tried not to let his concerns weigh down his training even more so he rarely thought about it. He was currently thinking about the warning that Kami had given him. He had sensed that the Earth would be in imminent danger and it seemed that he was right. He could sense the power of the ones entering Earth's space. It just had to happen on the day that they were all supposed to meet. If they ruined this day then they'd be the least of their problems. An angry Bulma is worse than any enemy they've faced before.

Namori sent Master Gohan on ahead on Nimbus. He personally didn't have much need for it but if he did he could always get another one. It did help keep himself under the radar when traveling but he didn't have time to worry about that now. He turned to Kami and Mister Popo and said, "I think Mr. Popo should collect the Dragon Balls just in case. With this new threat we don't know exactly what might happen." He left them to that and went down to see Korin. He knew they'd need senzu beans. "We're going to need everything you can give us, Korin."

"I already prepared a sack for you. Be careful out there, kid." Namori wasn't used to seeing Korin worried like this. Usually he was more nonchalant to things like this but this time was clearly different.

Namori gave him a nod before looking over to Yajirobe who had been spending his days up here. "You don't have to join this fight, Yajirobe. Things are different from how they were ten years ago. I never did thank you for helping me back then. Thanks." He turned away from them before tying the sack of senzu beans to his gi and unleashed his power back to its base. He had no reason to hide it. He wanted his enemies to know what they'd be dealing with. He gave the two of them a salute and took off straight for Capsule Corp. There was no point in heading straight for the enemy alone. He'd have his friends by his side.
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Post by Darkblade » Wed Apr 13, 2016 9:28 pm

Raditz rolled his eyes at Sakuranbo, always someone who had to want to stick out. But he didn’t bother speaking about it, there was more fun elsewhere. Power levels that would make even Vegeta giddy with anticipation, even if he’d still squash them without much effort. But then that was the prince for you, as strong as Bardock at half the age. Certainly didn’t help keep his insufferable ego in check, but what saiyan didn’t consider themselves in such a manner? They were after all the greatest warriors in the galaxy, Freiza himself feared them enough to try eradicating them and one day they would repay that act in kind.

“Looks like I win!”

Kures holding up her paper hand-gesture in victory, a bit premature considering she hadn’t yet fought anyone. But she did get first dibs, and for a moment was tempted to pick the one Sakuranbo had chosen just to irritate her. Just choosing who you want to fight without joining in, really undermined the purpose of the janken. To divy out the fights without ruffling feathers, use to be quite a dangerous aspect of a mission. Killed more saiyans than their opponents could anyway, though Kures pushed that thought aside for the same reason. No point coming to blows over it, not when there was a power level she was far more eager to see the person who it belonged to.

“I want the big one! Should be alot of fun to fight.”

At one level Raditz was pleased that Kures was choosing to fight the strongest they could see, he did worry about that. She wasn’t a match in terms of numbers, but a true saiyan fought regardless of the chance of winning. That’s what his father’s sacrifice taught him, Gine did impress Bardock was always one to seek out the strongest. Even without the same blood, Kures was living up to that ideal, so he wasn’t going to spoil it with pointing out the obvious.

“Guess that leaves Taroga with the one that’s over there, the rest fall in behind them. I’ll sit back and enjoy the show, don’t disappoint me.”

Raditz noted quickly that only one other went to join Kures, seems a fair few of this bunch were lacking in the backbone department. Probably for the best, if they froze up in awe of the power from afar it was liable to get them all killed if they had gone along. It also suited Kures not to have too many around her, not with her flashy moves that kinda go haywire. The rest would have a relatively even fight solo but with their comrades it’ll likely become a much easier fight. But that did mean they’d likely be able to aid Kures if she got into trouble biting off more than she could chew, she was certain to get stronger from this fight. He just had to make sure she didn’t die in the process, but it was with a smile that he watch his team split up and hunt the poor souls that would be their opponents.
6 npc saiyans, 1 with Kures (so Amy has something to fight). I'll put 3 with Taroga (as he's likely to bump into the other z fighters), and 2 with Sakuranbo

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Khol’s guest wasn’t a normal earthling, which was enough to make him a bit wary of them. Though completely confident he wasn’t in any immediate danger, not to shame the planet but there weren’t many fighters on it that could get more than play from him. Even if all of those people were still not getting his full might, he didn’t want them dead after all.

“I dunno who this they are, but I can’t deny they’re right.”

Well he was honest, if not modest. There was unlikely a being on the planet who matched the level he was currently holding himself at. But this one seemed to be itching to find out how right those people whoever they are were. With that in mind he decide to let his ki spike a bit, suggesting to those who didn’t know that he was unleashing his power. The small gale caused by reminded Khol of his youth, but there was no point on waxing nostalgic when this one wanted a fight.

“You might want to duck..”

His eyes weren’t focused on the stranger anymore, but on the two even now flying towards them. Their garb was all too familiar to Khol, saiyans, here of all places he’d find kin? Rather odd to say the least, the female was barreling towards him. Her scouter must’ve picked up on him being the stronger, as that hunger in her eyes was quite apparent. The male, who was quite pathetic compared to the woman opted to attack the stranger. Stretching their left arm, they shot out a beam at the girl’s back.
Amy takes 100 stamina damage (5900), Saiyan Warrior spends 130 stamina (6370)
Which made Khol’s blood boil, fighting dirty, he despised such tactics. Though at present he had his hands full with the female saiyan, seemed she hadn’t recognized him as a saiyan. Not that it mattered, took the sky to avoid her grasping hands. He certainly wasn’t one to let himself be grabbed so easily, but how best to deal with her? Why was an adult saiyan pair here? This planet was a bit weak for even a child, even if his actions had kinda bumped up a few power levels.

“And what exactly do you want, saiyan?”

Kures upon discovering the pair of fighters had a momentary heart sinking moment, the scouter must’ve mistaken the two for one power level. But when the male had powered up, she was vindicated for choosing this one. The other was not even on her radar as she barreled towards the male, she was going to enjoy this fight. Her comrade could make do with the other for all she cared, she had eyes for only one fighter. When he evaded her clutches, she laughed, he had good reflexes. More than that though he had managed to spot them, warn the strange looking one and take flight. This one had instincts to rival Kakarotto, though there was something else. How did this one know she was a saiyan? This backwater shouldn’t even be aware of life beyond their little planet, yet he just called her a saiyan. Her scouter was beeping, she’d never heard that before nor understood what it meant. It was however transmitting the scan data to Raditz and the Saiyan military command, this man was not from Earth.

“I’m here to fight obviously!”

Though before she could react he punched the air, what a strange thing to do. Then it hit her right in the gut, sending her smashing into the ground. How did he do that? He was nowhere near her, and yet it hit her. Some special technique? In any case it hurt, and proved he was more than just a glitch in the readings.
Kures takes 400 damage (7600), Khol spends 100 (9900)
Had she not just been hit, she might have focused a bit more. But as she rose she swung both hands forwards, eight lances of ki were launched at the man. Who didn’t even move out of the way, taking them head on with a smile. They exploded on impact, but when the flash and smoke faded it was apparent all she’d done was mess up his top a bit.
Kures spends 400 (7200), Khol takes 0 damage (9900)
“I hope you have more fight in you than that!”

He said it more to snap her into reality, if they were going to be having this fight for whatever reason. Khol might as well have a nice time, he’ll get his answers about what his people were doing here afterward. He’d have to make sure not to kill her, as that would make finding out alot harder. Not like he could tell this Amy to do the same, she was liable to have a hard time fighting a Saiyan. He had to wonder if Bulma would accept this as an excuse for being late?

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Post by Ninmast » Sun Jul 10, 2016 1:48 am

Sakuranbo had scowled back at the blatant glares of her kin. What she had done had clearly ruffled their tails, but that was just because they hadn't understood. If someone else also wanted that target, then she would have readily engaged in Janken with them. Rather, the biggest competition would be over the higher power levels, so by naming what she wanted, she was saving the hassle of competing with them for something they probably didn't even want.

And it turned out she had been right. Not only had her claim gone completely unchallenged. She briefly thought Raditz' sister was going to make an issue of it, the way the girl glared over at her, but she coveted a powerful opponent too much to waste her win on spiting the blonde, apparently. A pity, it would have cleared the misunderstanding up right away. She just hoped the kid didn't get herself killed going after that 2200. Raditz would take it hard enough, but Kakarott was always a bit soft-hearted for family, and for it to happen while he was away and unable to protect her ...

But no, she had to put such unpleasant thoughts out of her mind. She was going into battle, and she had to focus on her own fight, or it'd be her own life on the line. Raditz had sent her with two of the grunts, a couple men as dense as their power level was low. She was pretty sure her target would dispatch them easily. A part of her regretted that it would leave the target weaker when it got to fighting her, but her goal, after all, was seeing what tactics the warriors of this world used, and for that purpose, this strategy would allow her to see the difference in how they dealt with both weaker and stronger opponents. She wasn't really worried about the lives of the two grunts, themselves, as she'd simply step in before the target could kill them off. They might even see some meaningful growth from being allowed to come so close to death. In that way, she was really doing them a favor.

They flew north nonstop for so long that she was beginning to wonder if this world was even larger than their scans had indicated, and at one point, she questioned just how much this world was going to make her doubt her own. They passed over mountains, and then white fields of ice that seemed to stretch endlessly from horizon to horizon. The massive cities further south gave way to progressively smaller and more primitive villages until the plains of white stretched unbroken. There was a feeling of tension that filled the air. This was a land forbidden. That it could relay such a sensation even to Saiyans made her ever more eager to finally meet her target.

The scans indicated this way was often subjected to heavy weather patterns, powerful storms and deep colds, but the day was completely clear, the wind was still. It was as if the entire region was expecting them and holding its breath ... or had already accepted the impossible.

Sakuranbo knew they'd reached their destination as they approached the massive structure carved out of glacial ice, and called for a stop before descending. As she touched down, she couldn't help but look up and marvel at the architecture. She hoped the fight wouldn't damage it, too many Saiyans had no care for collateral damage, and she hadn't seen such an ornate ice castle since that invasion of the ice planet Arion.

"What's the deal, Sakuranbo?" one of the grunts asked. He was Onion, the other was Parsnip. He was fiddling with his scouter. "We followed the signal all the way here, but now that we're out here, it's gone!"

No, it wasn't gone, she was sure of that. "You idiots, can't you feel it in the air?" she demanded of them, ignoring the stupid looks they gave in reply. "This whole area feels saturated with energy. Whoever, or whatever we're after is definitely here. Keep your guards up, there's no telling when they'll reveal themselves, or how."

* * *

From a window in the castle, a single drape was pulled back, and from the inside, Yuki stared down at the three Saiyans that had landed on her front steps. Her attention focused more than anything on the blonde woman who was obviously stronger than the other two and in charge of them.

"So you've finally arrived," she mused, her breath not even fogging the glass before her face. "My lovely executioner ..."
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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Raptorman » Fri Jul 15, 2016 9:37 am

As the beam of energy lanced forward Amy had just begun to react to the warning with surprise and the impact caught her somewhat unawares. She went with the momentum of the strike, rolling forwards. But as the pink haired girl rolled, many of the cookies that she had in the pouch at her side spilled out onto the ground and some were crushed as she rolled over them before she popped back up to her feet.

She didn't really seem any worse for wear and as her eyes flickered down to the crushed remnants of her snack and then back to the being who had blasted the expression that she showed wasn't fear, it was anger. “You… Ruined… My… Snack...” Each word was slow and deliberate and then at the last her mouth opened wide and a concentrated beam of predominantly red energy with some pink mingling with it erupted forth with a vengeance.
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The blast caught the alien man square in the face and he spun backwards in the air with the momentum perhaps twenty feet before he caught himself, holding his hand against his face. "Agghh, you inbred backwater rat!" he hurled the insults at her as if the force of his words were supposed to bear the weight of blows. But then he clenched his fist so sharply the air cracked in its wake. "I was going to kill you anyway, but now I'm going to make sure it really hurts!"

The alien warrior set his feet against the ground, braced for just a moment, and charged at her as his fist came back ... then vanished when he was still thirty feet away. She had just enough time to register the disappearance - the high-speed movement - before she was bowling over his heavy fist that had rocketed into her stomach.
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Amy's expression did show something of pain for a moment at the strike but the blow was nowhere near powerful enough to stop her mouth as she straightened up again. “Oh, so you want to get up close and personal? I'll warn you now,” Her words were taunting as she smiled and her shirt rippled. “The last guy who tried that bit off a bit more than he could chew too.” And as her words finished her shirt ruptured as another pair of limbs, these not hidden by her sleeves burst free.

As if it wasn't already apparent that she wasn't normal for an earthling this would be yet another sign and the heavy concentrations of iridescent black and red chitinous patches were clearly visible there. And then she was moving herself, sweeping her four limbs in a diagonal slashing motions as scything blades of crimson energy formed at each of her hands.
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The saiyan let out a balking cry as he jumped back from the sea of blades that had manifested before him. "What kind of freak are you? No matter! I'll just blow them all off!" He bent over as he drew both hands back, energy pooling in them before he shoved them forward and unleashed a double ki beam on her this time, but even in its wake, he was drawing back again, preparing something else.
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The beams struck her again, sending her crashing backwards as the struck her at close range, rolling over several times before she finally popped back up to her feat. Her long skirt rode up at points in the process, revealing for brief flashes the coiled appendage hidden beneath it. Amy frowned as two of her four limbs brushed down her skirt and she shook her head to get the unruly pink and red locks out of her way again.

“You really aren't very sporting are you? Destroying my snack like that, threatening to kill me, and calling me a freak. Tsk tsk.” She shook a hand dismissively. “Though if I freak you out, you should see my dad.” She winked as she finished seemingly not doing anything as she observed the saiyan gathering himself.
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She also pays the 60 for maintaining Father's Legacy

Amy: 3640
"Meet the folks, eh?" he laughed with a grin. "You're a fast-moving dame, aren't you?" That light continued to gather in his hands as he jumped back. "Maybe I'll take you up on that after I blow you to smithereens! Wouldn't want it said I left a gal lonely ... WHEN I SENT HER TO HELL!!!"

And with a crazed laughter, he unleashed a massive spray of energy blasts, laughing all the while as they pounded down on the native insect, obliterating the area around her in the sheer volume of energy going off. It seemed like the bombardment would never end.
Amy: 3640
But as the brutal bombardment did come to a close and the dust settled the girl was revealed to have endured the blasts and she brushed dust and debris from her body with her arms before she smiled in a rather predatory manner. "You know, the evil overlord rules have a warning about maniacal laughter." She snarked and then her mouth opened wide and a focused beam of concentrated mostly red energy erupted forth to blast the Saiyan, ideally in the face again.

And then she finished her statement as she began to advance rapidly. "'Rule 20. Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter.' You could learn something from it."

"Agh!" the saiyan shouted back as the light flared. His armor was battered, but he had certainly taken more abuse than anything she'd ever fought before, considering he still seemed able to keep going. "Will you STOP your USELESS YAMMERING?! All you seem capable of doing is talking and talking! Are all earthlings so FUCKING ANNOYING?!"
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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Darkblade » Wed Jul 20, 2016 5:16 am

Raditz gazed at the reading on his scouter, it was impossible. The data being streamed from Kures made it clear, her opponent was a Saiyan. Yet Earth was to be Kakarotto’s mission originally, and as he was not sent and stayed with them there ought not to be any saiyan here. It also did not explain why this planet was not already defeated, he had to admit that for the most part this place would not have lasted long had Kakarotto been sent as a child. So why were these Earthlings not all dead? Might just be that this one ended up here by accident, stranded and with nothing but weak Earthlings for company. Maybe they were waiting for Saiyans to come save them, but then why fight Kures? Ok, what Saiyan wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to have a good fight. Raditz decided he ought to interfer and find out what was going on, though slowly, might as well let Kures enjoy the challenge.

That and give the commanders time to relay orders, after all he doubted they had expected to find one of the lost Saiyans here of all places. There had been a fair few Saiyans still unaccounted for after the destruction of planet Vegeta. He himself had been amongst them alongside Nappa and Prince Vegeta, till the King himself managed to find them and bring them back to their people. Considering how strong this one was, he certainly hoped they were in the mood for words. It was going to be a tough fight even for him if they had to subdue the fellow, killing was not and option he was willing to consider when it came to a fellow Saiyan. Not when their numbers were so few, so it was he flew on hoping things wouldn’t escalate too much before he got there.

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Kures’ eyes widened as the man shrugged off her attack, true had she put her all into it they’d likely have had a different outcome. But still an impressive display on the part of this one, and made him all the more an opponent she wanted to beat.

“I’m just getting started, Earthling!”

Channeling her ki she sheeved her body in an intense aura that sparked against the air, she had spent alot of time learning this technique from General Nappa. This Earthling would learn that just knowing that she was a Saiyan would give him no advantage, as she propelled herself at him hoping to smash him into the ground below. Her opponent though did not seem surprised not even overly irked by her attack, he took it head on. She managaged to propel him to the ground though he merely landed as if it were his intention all along.
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Khol was enjoying himself, this Saiyan would certainly give his Earthling friends a run for their money. Maybe he should introduce them to her afterwards? It would certainly give the a challenger who wasn’t holding back, so would be much more enjoyable for them if he understood anything about the path of the warrior. But it was high time he showed her that she was the one out their depth, even if the scouter ought to be showing her the level he was holding himself at which was more than enough to humble her. Though a Saiyan should not fear a stronger foe, it only gave them an opportunity to grow, so he was pleased she wasn’t ready to back down. Though he did have a party to go to, and he was already late so he ought to make some effort into finishing this. So it was he swirled his hands around till they drew together, drawing them back he channeled his ki in the manage of the turtle school. He didn’t after all want to cause this Saiyan to suffer the effects of his own far more lethal techniques.

“Ka..me..ha...me...ha!”

Kures didn’t understand the vocal component to this technique, but watching as her scouter showed a doubling in the power level was exciting. Earthling’s could enhance their offensive power like Saiyans could, impressively so at that. There wasn’t much she could do as the attack sent her flying further into the sky, but she was able to roll off it and watch it continue to streak on into space. A really impressive attack that was, simple and powerful. She drew breath a few times, but before she could rush back to meet the man he was there floating not far ahead of her. He wasn’t one to rest on his laurels either, this Earthling was quite a warrior.
“Don’t worry, I’m only getting started as well.”

He was impressed she’d managed to get off the beam as quickly as she had but the damage had been done, her breathing was becoming more ragged. It was only a matter of time now before she’d be beaten, she was certainly a Saiyan warrior of some merit but against Khol who had faced many foes across the galaxy it was going to end in her defeat.
Khol Kamehameha 400, Kures’ defense 2400 (1600+800 *hyper guard). Damage done 1600. Stamina Kures 5440, Stamina Khol 9500
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Bulma was not exactly happy, the others had yet to turn up yet and she had everything in place now. What could possibly be keeping them? But at that moment a visitor she didn’t expect had turned up, the rotund samurai Yajirobe. That only increased her irritation, if this fat slob could get from korin tower to here, what was taking Namori so long?

“What are you doing here?”

Yajirobe didn’t reply at once, but went straight to a roasted chicken and ripped a leg off it and began eating. She was beside herself with anger at that, he wasn’t even invited and he had the gaul to turn up and start eating without asking? Yajirobe looking at her for a moment pulled the leg away from his mouth long enough to say.

“Korin sent me, the others will need senzu beans. Kami says they’re fighting, dunno who they could be fighting though to trouble them at all. Not after how badly Piccolo got his butt handed to him..”

Pulling out the sack of beans he set them on the table before returning to eating. Bulma snatched the beans, like she didn’t have enough to deal with organising this little get together. This idiot couldn’t even bother listening to Kami long enough to get the full message, rolling her eyes she went inside. She knew exactly what she’d need, Khol’s scouter, that would tell her exactly where the others were and what they were fighting. It was such a nice object, she hadn’t bothered mentioning it in front of Khol as she was hoping he’d forget about it and she’d get to keep it. Placing it on her ear she switched it on.

“Now where are you guys, if they’re off having sparing with each other over coming here I’ll give them a beating they’ll not soon for..”

She froze, there was signals all over the place. Khol’s was the easiest to find, and the massive attack he’d just let loose she’d likely have seen from outside. The one he was fighting, it was high, her friend’s high, and similar power levels were heading towards those friends or already encountering them. Each had the same word under them, the same one that denoted Khol’s origin.

“Saiyans!”

Khol’s people, the warrior race that send people to wipe out entire populations. At least those were the orders Khol spoke of when he spoke of the Terrans, and they were here on Earth. Why? Did they pick up a signal from Khol’s vessel when it blew up? Are they here to wipe out the Earthlings as part of their alien warrior thing? Though why would Khol fight them? He was after all a saiyan too, so why fight him? Then again Khol’s love for fighting might explain that, if they were the same way it was inevitable they’d fight each other almost as much as anyone else.

“Saiywhats?”

It was Yamcha, Krillen and Roshi. Well at least she had three people to send off with senzu beans, Roshi would likely want to check on Namori.

“Saiyans, Khol’s people. They’re here, and fighting our friends. Korin sent senzu beans, I need you three to deliver them. Khol’s over there, Krillin you go there he’s more than strong enough to deal with his opponent so you shouldn’t be in much danger. Yamcha, you’ll be delivering to Yuki, you know the one you tried hitting on last time she visited. Roshi Namori’s well he’s somewhere between here and Korin tower. Too many saiyans on the scouter to pinpoint him.”

She handed each of them a couple of the senzu beans, that way she had some on hand. It was likely some of this lot might get hurt in the process. Well Krillin was likely to be safe, Khol already seem to have his opponent well in hand, though that was likely to attract more of these saiyans to him. Also who was the other signal that was fighting a saiyan? Well perhaps Krillin could help them if needs be. Roshi was a martial arts genius so she had no worries about his safety, but Yamcha was a bit of an idiot. But then Yuki was a decent enough fighter, able to hold her own against Namori so perhaps she was worrying over nothing. But then this wasn’t exactly a normal threat, Khol may very well join his people and then what? She certainly wasn’t going to be having an enjoyable afternoon stuck here with Yajirobe worrying about the fate of the planet as the others took their leave and then took flight. Roshi using the capsule plane he’d used to get here, while Krillin and Yamcha had at least mastered the flying technique. Namori taught Yamcha it, though learned it from either Yuki or Khol she wasn’t sure which of them actually did it but they were the two who already knew how to fly guess Krillin also got a lesson from someone likely Roshi was hiding his ability to fly for some reason or his age just made it less useful for him to fly?

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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Kindredtown » Wed Jul 20, 2016 7:57 am

Taroga wasted no time in flying off towards his target. Three Saiyan soldiers followed him from behind. They were weaker than him but not necessarily by that much. Either way he saw no challenge with them. The true challenge lied in those higher than him in power. One day he'd challenge Kures and Raditz and definitely win. This fight right here was practice for it. Especially Kures. Whoever his opponent was had the same power level as her. He didn't think there'd be any Earthlings this strong and the fact that there were made this whole trip actually worth it. He glanced back at the soldiers following him. Damn Raditz for making three of them tag along. What was he? Some weakling? Even Sakuranbo had only two go with her. Even with his backup he had planned to fight his opponent one on one. He'd even risk killing the others if they even thought about playing Janken for the honor of taking whoever it was on.

According to their scouters they were closing in on the power level but their target didn't even seem to be heading for them. It seemed to be heading towards where Kures went off to. "No. She will not take this one from me." He and the others quickly sped up to encounter their prey.

Namori felt the powers closing in on them. If he could feel them right there was about four heading his way. They didn't seem like pushovers either but he felt that he could handle them. He wasn't worried. He hoped the others could handle them without senzu beans. He'd have to finish his fight here before heading towards the others. Namori stopped in the air above a wasteland waiting for their arrival. It didn't take them long at all to reach him. When they arrived he noticed the tails wrapped around their waists. Saiyans... They're exactly what they didn't need right now. Any other aliens would have been fine. But Saiyans were a problem for multiple reasons. His main concern being that they could turn Khol against the Earth. And if that happened he knew they'd be done for. He couldn't let that thought cloud his mind though. He'd have to focus on the here and now. He had to focus on this fight.

Taroga and the others arrived hovering in front of Namori. They could feel the wind pick up as they coldly stared each other down. Neither side seemed to be wavering. Even the closer to fodder soldiers stayed unmoving in enemy company. You could cut the tension with a sword. Taroga finally spoke but to the Saiyans. "Get to the ground. Interfere with my fight and I won't hesitate to kill you. I'd suggest watching and learning from this fight. Because if I fall the duty to finish him lies on you."

Their pride caused them to pause at the challenge. Taroga wasn't their leader but he was stronger than him and they knew that it was only his pride as a warrior that forced him to talk to them like that. They grimaced and stared coldly back at him before making their descent towards the ground.

Taroga changed his expression to a smile as he looked back to Namori. He could tell that this man before him was a warrior. Not even just by his power level. The way he stood afloat in the air. He held no distinct defending position but he was completely on guard. It was amazing, really. He found it enticing. "You don't have to worry. They won't interfere with us. I'm Taroga and I'd like to know the name of the man I'm going to kill."

"My name is Namori. But I promise you I won't be dying here today." With introductions out of the way they both charged forward ready to engage and feel each other out.
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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Ninmast » Sat Jul 30, 2016 4:34 pm

Yuki took her time girding herself for battle. It wasn't that she was delaying or procrastinating, but simply that she didn't feel rushed. She had spent the day up until that point cleaning, putting the house in order, reading her favorite book of poetry, and all with a calmness that seemed illogical for one waiting for death. Perhaps it was because she knew that the things important to her would survive the day, and that her death was inevitable. The uneasy feeling that had previously gripped her all day had dissolved into peace with it all as she came to realize the full extent of her revelation. She wouldn't have minded another spar with Namori and Khol, and she had been looking forward to the get-together scheduled for today.

To say she didn't have regrets wouldn't be fully accurate. Besides those basic wishes, there was the fact that the castle would, for the first time in her knowledge, be empty. She'd like to be encased and entombed beside her mother, but if she were dead, there'd be no one to craft or seal it. To that end, she'd considered making her own casket, but then reconsidered. As far as she knew, there may not even be anything of her to bury, but if the planet survived, there was always the possibility her friends would merely wish for her back. That thought made her smile, to think they'd want her back and they could go to the party after all, late as it'd be. They might even have to reschedule.

She smiled again as she buckled her last bracer into place. It was more ornamental than anything, she knew. She hadn't been allowed to wear it in the tournament, and she doubted it would last long against a Saiyan's battle armor, but it was hers, and she was the Warrior Princess of the Frozen Lands. She would die in battle, and no proper warrior went into battle without her armor.

Before she left, she knelt before her mother's altar to Himavat and delivered one final offering and one final prayer. “Send me forth girded in the armor of wisdom and armed with the blade of the just. May my mind be as clear and calm as the frozen lake, and the wind carry me and conceal me from my foes.”

When she was finished, she doused the candles on the shrine and sealed the door behind her to ensure it would remain preserved “while she was gone.”

She returned to her room, fretted over the corner of her blanket for a moment, and stepped out on the veranda, shutting the doors behind her. She looked up to the sky and took a deep breath of the subzero air, then exhaled, framing her face and her mind for the battle. The Saiyans would fail to take her world, she knew, but before she fell, she would be sure to make as many as possible suffer for the insolence of trying. They would all freeze, just as all of the intruders before them.



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The three Saiyans had been waiting for a while now. They'd scouted the area, made a full circuit of the palace, even paced out the area of whatever the void here was. Any time they left the area, the scouter would immediately re-register the target power level and point them right back into the void. It was unnerving, frankly. There was no doubt that their target was here, somehow, somewhere, but between the blank void, as if the 1,500 power level was spread over the whole area, and the way their scouters kept directing them back to it, it felt like they were just waiting for a trap to open.

Onion spoke first, giving a cough first and rubbing his bare arms briefly. “I don't get why we're waiting around out here. Obviously, our target's inside somewhere. Why don't we just go in there and drag them out?”

“Do you know the layout of the place?” Parsnip asked, showing, for a change, a sign of intelligence, at least over Onion. “None of us do, and it's clearly massive. The target could be anywhere in there, and would have the advantage of knowing the terrain. If we went in there trying to find them, a 1,500 PL enemy could dismantle you or me, and could even get a dangerous opening drop on Sakuranbo.”

That answer clearly only irritated Onion further. “Then why don't we just demolish the whole thing?” He brought his hand around and readied an energy blast. “I'll even volunteer.”

“Because it probably has a basement,” Sakuranbo answered with a sigh. Saiyans were naturally resilient to the elements, but the chill in this place, especially right next to the giant ice cube of the palace, was even starting to get to her, and she wished they'd thought to bring some warming belts. “We'd never get to them then if they didn't want us to. Especially if it leads to catacombs or is as massive as the palace, itself. We'd just have a bunch of frozen, fused rubble to break through and by that time, they'd be long gone.”

“Alright, fine!” Onion shouted back, his irritation finally causing him to throw his arms up as he jumped to his feet. He motioned one angry hand to the massive front gate of the palace. “But do they even know we're fucking here?! Or are we just sitting out here freezing our tails off for nothing?”

Sakuranbo's mind went back to the incredibly oppressive atmosphere that hung over the whole area like a solid weight around their shoulders, and she could tell that despite how dense they were about it when they first arrived, Parsnip, and even Onion as soon as the words left his mouth, knew it, too. “Oh, they know,” she answered with what their guts were collectively telling them. “They're just taking their sweet time acting on it, and that's why we need to stay attentive.”

For the first time since their arrival, the wind stirred. The slight change was so sudden that all three snapped to attention. “It's time,” the blonde intoned as all three stood to their feet.

The next instant, it whipped up into a fury so intense that the three Saiyans had to throw their arms up in front of their faces. Sakuranbo didn't even bother trying to shout over the winds, even to be heard through the headset. Brace yourselves, she would have said, even though she could still make them out, trying to do so. Finally, their scouters registered something, and simultaneously, all three locked onto a single point, and as their eyes shot to it, they made out a glow beyond the blizzard that matched horribly alarming numbers and triggered blithe warnings from the devices. All three Saiyans went diving just before the entire world went white.

It was like a flashbang. It could have been an instant or an hour before Sakuranbo found herself face-down on the ice, though she suspected the former, as her head still rang. Pain in every inch of her skin registered as she tried to move, and a glance revealed why she was so incredibly, unfathomably cold, colder than she'd ever been in her life. Her flesh was frozen. Her face was numb, but she could feel it there, too, like a weight hanging from her lips and eyelids and clogging her nose. She shivered and moved, stiff and slow, but that changed a moment later.

Something came crashing down next to her and shattered, causing her to jump back despite the way her flesh immediately protested, tearing and yanking against the ice. It took her a long moment to register what she was staring at. At her feet, like a child's kick ball, was Parsnip's head, frozen solid like an ice sculpture. It was he that had fallen next to her, his torso shattering like glass with the impact. She looked over for Onion, who was a frozen statue taking a long stride away from the blast he hadn't made two steps away from. It took another long moment to realize she could see him like that because the blizzard had disappeared as suddenly as it had erupted. She shivered uncontrollably and wrapped her arms about her, only to jerk again and step back as the clacking of heels on the marble-like ice came to her ears in the silence, the cold, dead silence.

Too many times in the span of the last thirty seconds, she had found herself unable to believe her eyes. Before her, registering as the power level she sought, was a mere girl, a black-haired teenager in a white outfit with an ice-blue theme. Briefly, her mind flipped to an insane thought. Were all these abnormal power levels children?! But no, she squashed that as quickly as it shot up. She had to focus. She had to pay attention. She had to--

“Ah, you lived.” The girl interrupted her rallying thoughts, and her voice was cold, its lilting tone seeming like it was trying to pretend to be playful and deliberately failing. “Just what I expected from my lovely executioner.”

Something about the way she said that caused another chill through Sakuranbo's spine, but she couldn't allow that. She was spooked because of what she had just seen. It wasn't like any ki she had ever seen, ki that could freeze a Saiyan warrior solid. Solid and dead. Sure, Onion and Parsnip only had power levels of 1,300, but this girl wasn't so much stronger as to just … just kill them like that! And the insane spike just beforehand … What was that? No single attack from someone of her power level should have been that high. Briefly, she remembered seeing a number over seven thousand. Was she concealing her power, or was it the technique? What did she even know about this target she'd so foolishly chosen?

“Yes, that's right, we're going to fight now,” the girl said, and it was only when she did that Sakuranbo realized she had reflexively slipped into a defensive stance. She had to get her head in the game, this kid was messing with it too much! Information, she needed information. A question!

“What was that attack?!” she demanded, the first thing that sprung to mind.

The girl smiled, but there was nothing behind it. “Hitodama Tatari. The retribution of the frozen souls for your trespasses.”

“Trespasses?!” Sakuranbo grit her teeth, focusing on the words. Sorting through which ones were important that the girl said and which ones were fluff. “I've got news for you, little girl. This is a Saiyan planet now. Its guardians will die and if they're lucky, its people will live to be laborers or suffer a quick and painless death. You think you can just spill Saiyan blood without our retribution?!”

The smile widened, but still with nothing behind it. “Oh, on the contrary, I already know how today will go. But if you think it will be easy, you are mistaken. I am no human you are facing.”

“Human, huh?” she repeated. “Is that what the people of this planet call themselves?” Her scouter rolled some information and she glanced to it. She could feel the ice on her flesh already loosening as feeling returned to her courtesy of her own body heat, but damn, that sucked. She really didn't want to repeat that one. If she hadn't been on her toes and ready for an attack, if her guard had been down … she forced herself not to think of Parsnip's shattered body at her feet, or even to look at it. “Funny, my scouter disagrees with you.”

“Oh, yes, that thing.” The girl's tone had a note of disgust to it concerning the device, but the tone also suggested she knew what it was. “Yes, let's just deal with that now, shall we?” She raised a finger and pointed it at Sakuranbo, at the scouter. The Saiyan braced herself, but the device again failed to read anything.

The next moment, something tore through the device, ripping it from her face with enough force that she felt her neck whiplash. She had just a moment to see the ruined device clatter to the ice-covered ground before whipping her head back to snarl at the child. “What the Hell was that?! That was no ki attack!”

That emotionless smile had taken a smug upturn. “Indeed not. I told you, didn't I? I am no mortal being. I am called Yuki Musume. The villages in my domain call me Yukinba or Yuki-Onna. You may call me Your Highness, for I am the Warrior Princess of the Frozen Lands, the very spirit of winter, and the piercing gales and frigid hail are mine to command.”

Hail! That's what it was! She had thought for just a moment she had glimpsed something flying at her. That's what it had been. A hailstone! Launched at such a speed as to shoot the scouter right off of her face! Sakuranbo resolved to be keenly aware of that index finger from here on out. A normal stone at such a speed was bad enough, but in this environment, hail would be nearly invisible and almost impossible to avoid, especially if another sudden storm brewed up. Or, if the girl's claim was to be believed, if she caused another one. Though the disseminated power level before her arrival certainly supported her claim. Not that she had fought many spirits to know if that's really how they looked to a scouter.

It suddenly occurred to her that she was listening to the wrong words. She had focused in on the girl's denial that she was human, as the girl's race would likely help her determine how to fight her. But it suddenly occurred to her it didn't really matter. She was the standard configuration of most sentient life in the universe, and that was enough in that regard. No, what was important was before that. But if you think it will be easy, the girl, this Yuki, had said. That wasn't the normal statement to follow a claim of knowing how a fight would go. If you were so certain you'd win, you wouldn't talk to your opponent as if their objective was attainable, regardless of difficulty. No, the very statement confirmed a possibility. The girl still stood there in front of Sakuranbo, on the other side of Parsnip's remains, standing there calmly with her pale hands clasped before her, full of infinite patience as she waited for the Saiyan's thoughts to travel their course. And they continued on their path, latching to that and traveling even further back.

“You called me your executioner,” the blonde finally observed, and the girl's smile came the closest to mirthful she'd seen it. Sakuranbo promptly decided she didn't like that particular expression appearing on this particular sentient's face.

“You want to know why?” Yuki asked. “I thought that was self-evident. You're going to kill me.”

“What, you want to die, or something?”

“Of course not, no sane being desires their own death. It's simply what is to happen.”

One of those, then. Stories of Bardock's encounter with the prescient race came back to her mind. They always irritated her. How could someone allow themselves to be the tools of fate? Presumably, they were so good-hearted and long-sighted that they knew doing so would save the Saiyans, their executioners, and apparently accomplish progressively greater goods down the line or something. But then, why not change their own fate with that knowledge? Why walk calmly into death's door?

“Then why fight it?” she asked the girl before her instead, in place of the dead masses she couldn't. “You could have lived, could have run, could have surrendered, sworn yourself to be a battle thrall. You can't do that now that you have Saiyan blood on your hands, but even now, you could surrender and get a quick and merciful death.”

“Who can say?” was the cool reply. “It is in my nature to fight, and so I will do so to the last. I won't change what will happen, I know, even as hard as I try. Perhaps I simply hope to go for as long as I can. Perhaps something I say or do in this fight changes your outlook in some way we can't predict. If nothing else, you assaulted my planet. What would you do if it were your planet that was attacked?”

If her planet were the one attacked … At those words, Sakuranbo's mind flipped back to that shuttle window so many years ago, though she'd seen it many times since as she slept. The red sphere growing massive against the planet. She had already answered that question for herself, hadn't she? Her whole race had. All of them but the Saiyan Hero and a handful of elite troops. For all it had meant.

Her fist clenched. “Never again.” Her voice raised into a shout. “That won't happen ever again!” It was only as the girl's eyes widened slightly in response that she realized her outburst had been out loud. What a humiliating loss of self-control. She needed to get this kid out of her head once and for all.

“Ah.” That was all the girl said, though her gaze seemed distant, almost like she wasn't even talking with Sakuranbo anymore. “So that's it ...”

“What?!” the Saiyan demanded. “What's it?! What are you Ah-ing about?!”

“Hmm?” Yuki asked, her attention coming back to the present. “Oh, nothing. I just got my answer, that's all.”

Another vision? Was that what the brat was talking about?! She would not be the lackey of a fortune teller! She wouldn't! “After I kill you, I'm going to smash this whole world!”

“That's just your anger talking,” the girl rebuked her easily. “You'll settle down. Besides, you're only my executioner. The Saiyans won't actually succeed in taking the planet.”

The way she said it. With such calm certainty. Such unmoving fortitude.

”Stop pissing me off!!!” The Saiyan threw her arm forward and unleashed a ki wave in the girl's direction, but the air only filled with her giggling laughter as she vanished in a flurry of snow that the wind whisked away in advance of the blast.
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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Raptorman » Fri Aug 12, 2016 5:36 am

“I don't think so.” Amy replied, still seeming quite chipper despite the shots she had also taken in the fight so far. “I like to talk, and even if I was inclined to listen to your request, well you ruined my snack so...” Her tongue flickered out of her mouth, momentarily looking like something rather alien but then seeming to be just a normal pink muscle. “I'm afraid I have no interest in stopping, unless you replace my snack. We can call it a draw if you do that.” The pink and red haired young woman winked and seemed to hesitate, the offer likely being genuine.

But the Saiyan was clearly having none of it, and with a wordless scream of provoked rage he charged towards her at full speed once more. “I guess that's a no then.” Amy had time to say briefly before the gap had closed at the battle was rejoined.

He was faster than she was, but she had extra limbs to compensate. The first punch was parried by a rising arm, the second by yet another. The third deflected a kick and the fourth shot out in a punch of her own, but the Saiyan dodged it, slipping to the side around her blow and delivering a hard strike to her side before she could bring her limbs to bear once more.

The blow momentarily rocked her, and before Amy could recover his fist ignited with energy and a beam of ki shot forth from close range, smashing into her and sending her crashing to the ground again. She hit the ground and rolled several times, again with flashes of something else showing amid the chaos of her long skirt's chaotic movement, but again the flashes were too brief to make out what it was.

The Saiyan wore a smirk then, four arms or no, this freak was nothing more than another pitiful insect to be crushed by the superiority of Saiyan might. Though his smirk faded as Amy bounced back to her feet once more and her mouth opened. “JUST SHUT UP ALR----” He began to scream out.

But this time his scream was cut off as she didn't talk instead it was only a solid blast of energy, once again lancing out to smash into his face, his scouter shattering as the power washed over him and sending him crashing to earth once more just as he had sent her tumbling a moment ago.

Four arms again dusted off her skirt and shirt as Amy smiled and spoke again. “What, you thought I was going to monologue? Only villains do that.” And then she was charging herself, a flurry of blows descending on the Saiyan as he staggered back up to his feet. While he had dodged her strikes before, this time he was the rattled one and first one and then another connected, before finally she lashed out with a high arching kick that lifted him clear off the ground before he came crashing down yet again.

Amy kept bearing down on him, but this time as he rose he thrust out both hands and a beam of energy, more intense than any he had used before shot outwards, it smashed into the charging girl, sending her reeling with a brief cry of shock at the strike. It did not relent as he rose, that crazed laughter sounding once more. And this time Amy did not seem to be about to bounce back up like she had all of the other times.

The young woman lay in a newly formed crater, the grass around her scorched and burned from the energy explosions that had rocked the area in which the two had fought, hair spread out every which way and her four arms pointing in different directions in a discombobulated heap. As the Saiyan stalked towards her, smirking all the while it seemed the extra two limbs that she had manifested were melting away, fading out and vanishing, leaving only the original two partially chitin coated arms remaining.

He stood over the fallen girl then and began to gloat. “You were no match for me, you never were. I am a Saiyan, a conqueror of worlds, and you are nothing but an insect to be squished beneath the conqueror's heels.” And he raised an armored foot above her head, clearly meaning to smash it down and crush her skull.

But before he could bring his foot down his universe exploded with pain and he felt an alien presence in his chest. He bit back a scream as he looked down and saw nearly a foot of some black and red chitinous material protruding from his chest. The tip of it was hardened and pointed, the rest segmented and armored, and it had just punched clean through his body. “Impossi--” his words broke off in a cough as blood oozed out of his mouth.

His legs gave out and he dropped to his knees as Amy levered herself up, her tail still impaling him. “And I am Amyrishenkar-nidalrilliamarhc, Firstborn Daughter of the Devourer, and to me 'Saiyan',” she spat at him, “You are unworthy to even be food.” And one final time in the fight her mouth opened, and this time he could do nothing about it as the red and pink energy surged forth, and took his head clean off.

With a herculean effort Amy pulled her tail free of the Saiyan's corpse and it slipped back down so that it 's bloodied length was once more hidden beneath her skirt. Then she collapsed back into a prone position on the ground. She glanced around and seeing something of interest, slowly crawled her way several feet across the ground towards it. A hand reached out, grasping and missing a few times before she successfully grabbed it and held it up.

Half a cookie, somewhat burnt, charred, and dirty, but somehow intact. Amy opened her mouth and popped it in. Victory tasted good. In a moment she would try to stand up again, see what had happened in the other fight, but for this moment at least she was going to savor her victory, that and she did not trust her legs right then.
In the interest of making the post more fluid I did not include the specific turn based damage dealt but I did keep track and the ending numbers were
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Amy: 640
Saiyan: -1550

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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Darkblade » Sat Aug 13, 2016 5:56 am

Kures wasn’t exactly unhappy that she was being pushed, but at the same time she was a Saiyan Warrior. The mission was to eliminate all Earthlings, and this fellow was making that very difficult to attain. What will Raditz say to her if she can’t beat this one Earthling? Though her scouter picked up her companion had just bit the dust, the other one should’ve been an easy kill for a Saiyan and yet that idiot goes and gets himself killed.

“Your friend will pay for killing my companion, but that’ll come after I defeat you.”

She wasn’t about to let someone kill a saiyan go unpunished, even if it was the idiot’s own fault. However right now she had the problem of dealing with this one’s power level, but she remained confident. A saiyan shouldn’t be afraid of a strong foe, her adoptive father taught her that with his last act of defiance against Frieza. The gap was far larger than the one she faced, but she wasn’t exactly filled with ideas. Even a fully charged lancer would likely drain her more than the damage him.

“Before we enjoy this further, I’ll say one thing. I’ve no idea who the lil girl is, she wanted to fight me before you came along. But seeing as she’s going to be too tired now to present a decent sparring session, I’ve got you my Saiyan friend.”

Khol was being honest, he was enjoying this after all. Though the fact the saiyan lost to the lil girl was a bit of an upset, though to him it just said the fellow wasn’t a good enough warrior to surpass their foe. He’d already seen too many people who were close to him die, by his own hands at that to be overly shaken by some stranger even if they shared the same race. She
Kures didn’t know what to think, the fact that they had intended to fight the ‘lil girl’ before the Saiyans turn up was understandable. Who didn’t enjoy a good fight? But the fact this Earthling was considering a life and death struggle a sparring session was beyond her, even for a Saiyan there was a clear difference between a spar and trying to kill someone. Shaking her head to clear such nonsense out of it, and focus on fighting. She rushed at him with her fists, but that invisible force once again caught her by surprise sending her flying backwards. She hadn’t even seen his counter attack, he was very fast, more so than he had been letting on. Before she could even right herself he was on her, smashing his fist into her gut propelling her further, and faster, before somehow getting behind her and smashing her in the back with a kick.
Khol 9400 (100 spent), Kures 3840 (400 damage Kiai, 600x2 Physical attacks)


This wasn’t good as all, he was able to neatly break her defense on a whim. Maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew, but then that was the only way she could gain the strength she desired. Why he left an opening for her to recover though irked her, he had the advantage why not keep it? She wasn’t going to win this thinking about it though, so it was she decided to use it. A technique based she named after her true brother, and the fury that would’ve lay behind his roar for battle. Her body glowed as if using the hyper guard, however this was but the starting point. However the glow was brighter and far more dense, this was no shield but the gathering of ki for a massive attack. Khol smirked, did this one get pointers from Piccolo? A repeat of the world tournament, though it was different in the way this saiyan was doing it. Denser ki distribution, and actually holding it to their body than just forcing it out right from the beginning. Quite interesting, and that made it even more fun.

“Someone wants to surpass the legends, controlling a power that would surely rip one assunder. My kind of warrior, come and let’s end this with a show of your full potential!”

Kures didn’t really pay attention to the Earthling, his excitement was a bit disturbing even for a Saiyan. The mentioning of legends, just where did this one get such information from to even consider this like the super saiyan legend? Also why was he just letting her prepare such an obviously dangerous attack? But no, she had to concentrate. This earthling was right, this was controlling a force that could easily turn against her. Which is precisely what happened when she tried directing it against the Earthling, it exploded outwards releasing energy in all directions. Which in turn pummeled her own body, unconsciousness was following suit as the shock of taking her own attack hit her. Khol who had braced for the explosion was quite impressed at the scale of the attack the woman had made, far more impressive that Piccolo’s.Though from the looks of it that wasn’t meant to be the final result, as Kures began to fall to the ground making no effort to stop herself.
Khol 9400 (unharmed), Kures 320 (3200 damage taken *no defense against it + 320 cost)
Khol sighed, it was enjoyable to see the lengths the saiyan was willing to go to win. But he had wanted to question her, and here she going out with a bang. Though he flew down after her, he noted another presence hurling itself toward the woman at impressive speed snatching her up in their arms before stopping and looking at him. Another Saiyan, this one with long black and very spikey hair. Khol was half impressed at the hair alone, but this one was obviously stronger than the other two.

“Another sparring partnet I presume?”

Khol said as he slowed to a halt, a smile on his face. Raditz wasn’t exactly in the mood for that sort of wit, he’d only managed to get here on time to save Kures from that fall. Though it would seem this Saiyan would’ve caught her had he not, and from the blast he’d seen it would look like she’d tried using that attack again. He’d warned her that it was impossible to hold that amount of power in place and direct it easily, ki was very unstable on mass.

“We’ll talk first, on the ground. I don’t intend to hold her all day.”

Raditz and Khol floating to the ground, deciding to be within range of the girl and her dead opponent. Khol had to ponder that, perhaps this Saiyan also wanted to punish the girl for winning, though they could be just wanting to retrieve the body. Khol wasn’t exactly sure, but he was sure this amount of power to take this planet was not what he’d expect from his kin. A child could easily have taken it before he turned up, especially if they got a similar chance to grow as he had not to mention this planet had a moon to make up for a lack of decent training. He watched as he set Kures down, it would seem these two were close. That much Khol could tell, which was odd from what he’d learned of his kin. True he only had a now exploded pod’s data and his own programming to rely on, so hardly the be all and end all of his culture.

“So we’re going to talk, I suppose starting with why adult saiyans are here in the first place would suffice. I know I got a far stronger planet for my first assignment, though I probably should ask why I never got a return signal after I dealt with Terra.”

Raditz was half listening to the fellow, obviously a Saiyan who hadn’t had much contact with his people. They’d stopped sending warriors to take planets solo after Freiza, and the fact this one hadn’t gotten a return signal was also obvious. With planet Vegeta gone their old pod and scouter was unlikely to have recieved any signals since then. Though the name of the planet, that caused Raditz to turn his head away from Kures and to this Saiyan. Terra, that planet was well known to many young saiyans. The place King Vegeta will send you if you’re disobedient, and the place where Kures’ biological brother was sent to die. This saiyan claiming to have dealt with the planet’s powerful inhabitance, that was impossible even for the likes of Nappa to claim.

“You, a 2000 dealt with Terra. I’ve heard some tall tales in my time, but a lost Saiyan bragging about Terra’s destruction is hilarious. That’s the place they send the exiles to die, not to conquer.”

Khol’s face darkened for a moment, and his ki began to leak out. The ki he held in check with great effort, after all he was on a planet of children. Raditz’s scouter picked up the rapid increase, and he put himself in a defensive posture between this even more dangerous Saiyan who could hide his power level and Kures.

“I killed them all! I killed all the Terrans! I! The Star Child, Khol destroyed the Terrans!”

His programming was once again leaking out as he came to terms with this saiyan’s claims, that he had slain all those Terrans for nothing. He had killed Melo for nothing, he had robbed Persi of her parents for nothing, he had scarred her for nothing. His body tensing up as he screamed each word louder and louder his ki shattering the ground around him. Raditz turned to the lil girl who had defeated one of his soldiers, it was his only hope.

“You! If you want to keep living carry these two away now!”

His own ki erupted as he shielded himself and the prone Kures behind him from this massive and still rising ki. This was Khol? Kures’ brother? Maybe she was right about that technique representing his roar after all. This was just impossible, the power level digits just kept whirling till finally his scouter quit trying to count and displayed error messages. Another message scrolled up, it confirmed the name as Khol. Along with a new order, slay the exile. It would seem King Vegeta wasn’t done punishing Kures’ family, and just how would he manage that? The emotional change in Khol and it’s explosive change of ki readings weren’t exactly something he could cope with, 2000 was barely within the levels Raditz felt comfortable with. Though unknown to Raditz the same message was routed to all scouters on Earth.

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Bulma had been looking at the scouter readings trying to see how the battle was going, seemed Khol was dropping. The other saiyan near them had died to a power level with a unknown race marker. A few other numbers dropping suggested Yuki was doing well, and that Namori and the Saiyans had met and were about to begin combat.

“Well seems Kami was wrong to worry, they’re all doing fine. But still, saiyans, to think they’d come here. Khol alone took down Terra, and from here count there was ten excluding Khol... could you at least pretend the world’s fate is important!”

As expected Yajirobe wasn’t listening and continue to eat and promptly fell over as Bulma yelled at him.

“Like I can do anything about it, the others are doing fine you said so nothing to worry about so might as well eat.”

Bulma was about to retort, but the scouter went nuts. First the numbers around Khol’s area started to skyrocket before they just defaulted to an error code and a message popped up from Saiyan High Command. It stated you are now ordered to destroy the saiyan exile designated Khol. What was going on? Was Khol the reason the saiyans were here? No it said now ordered, which meant they didn’t know he was here at all. He was apparently an Exile, but from Khol’s own mouth he had been sent to Terra as a child. Who the heck exiles a child, and what crime could a child commit to do manage to get exiled? Barfed on their leader? Not cute enough? Saiyans were so alien, but now that Khol was their target she couldn’t help but think Saiyan High Command had done Earth a favor. Khol was the strongest fighter she’d ever encountered, and now the threat of him joining his kin against the Earth was removed. But that power level surge, that shook her, whose was it? The one ordered to kill Khol? Even he would have a problem with that, just as her friends had once had a problem with his lowered power level.

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Krillin sensed the surge of ki and stopped, there was no way he could waltz into that fight. Saiyans were monsters with ki like that, and he was expected to go towards them and hand one of them these beans? Insanity, Bulma really gave him the short straw on this one. Why couldn’t he go with his master?

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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Ninmast » Tue Aug 16, 2016 4:36 pm

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Yuki: 6125
Sakuranbo: 5625




Damn it, she should have seen that coming, Sakuranbo cursed at herself in the wake of the snow spirit seeming to disperse in the wake of her attack. She couldn't let her keep playing in her head like that. Immediately, she whirled about, eyes on swivels as she tried to figure out where the child had gone, and where she might strike from next. What had happened? How could someone just disperse into snow on the wind?

“Wake up!”

Sakuranbo swung at the force of the voice, but her fist only went through snow again, and on the other side of her, the child buried her fist in her kidney. The Saiyan warrior bit her tongue against the pain and whipped her foot back, only to hit nothing again.

“That was a nice snap kick, though.”

At her back. She spun to chop through the air, but already knew what would happen and never fully extended the hand to complete the fake. Where she was most open would be …

The satisfaction as the motion carried her hip on around and the girl's lunge for her other kidney flew on past was almost as good as the expression on her face as she voiced her surprise in an, “Oops.” It was short-lived, however, as she dissipated again as soon as the Saiyan brought her elbow down from above.

This wasn't working. As they continued their dance, Sakuranbo had to admit that she was spending too much time and focus on avoiding the snow demon's assault without landing anything meaningful of her own. But how was she doing it? People couldn't just turn into snowflakes! It defied all reason! But her scouter had been very certain she was an Earthling, a Human as Yuki had called them. So there was no way she could really be a spirit! Right?!

The scouter! Sakuranbo's mind seized on that. That was the ticket! The girl had recognized the device, or at least what it did, and had referred to it with disgust, like it was a troublesome thing to be done away with as early as possible. She fended off another rush from the girl as she threw her gaze about. Hers still looked busted. It might still work, but she might only have one shot to run for one. If she grabbed hers and it wasn't working, the girl would likely dispose of any others before she could get to them. Poor Parsnip's was as shattered as he was, it had been frozen with him, and his head had landed on it.

Hope bloomed when she turned her gaze to Onion, who wore a right-sided scouter. It had been facing the wall of the castle as he fled, away from the blast. The whole device was frosted, but she could still see lights blinking on it. It was still functional! She dodged another rush from the girl and focused on where she'd appear next. Ignore her eyes, that's what the girl was tricking her with. What did she know of her? Hit and run tactics, understanding of vitals and vulnerable openings, and she liked appearing behind her, or more correctly, outside of her direct line of sight. She closed her eyes, tensed her muscles like tight springs, took a deep breath, held it …

There was a rush of displaced air and a sense of presence that tickled the hairs on her neck in the breadth of time between the beats of her heart.

The child had only just opened her mouth with a deep breath as Sakuranbo suddenly snapped about and sent her boot deep into Yuki's midsection. She would have loved to stick around and see that smug face replaced with the shock that must have been, but that was her opening.

Yuki:
Korinoseishin x6 (450)
Suffered 1 melee strike (750)
6125 – 1200 = 4925

Sakuranbo:
Seize Chance (100)
Suffered 1 melee strike (750)
5625 – 850 = 3775


By the time Yuki caught herself, Sakuranbo was already on the run, and it wasn't hard to tell where she was heading. She grunted, pulled herself up and gathered the great winds around her. “NO!” she shouted, a commanding tone that made the decree sound more like an order than the reflexive outcry it really was. She threw her hand forward as the air filled with a slew of hailstones that launched like gatling fire through the air at the fleeing Saiyan's back.

But her hasty aim wasn't the precision shot she had displayed before, and Sakuranbo made herself as difficult a target as possible, flipping, jumping and darting as much as she could without delaying too greatly. Wholly half missed the blonde Saiyan as she snagged the scouter mid-flip over her comrade, then kicking off of the nearby wall to send herself in a completely different direction. Poor Onion wasn't so lucky as the hailstones hammered through where she had been and sent him shattering all over the frigid ground to keep Parsnip company.

Sakuranbo grinned as she slipped the device on and it lit to life, ignoring the crisp cold against the flesh of her ear or so close to touching her nose. It was working, and it promptly locked onto the girl's ki signature. “Okay, kiddo, you've been trying to get me to dance, but I'm afraid I've been a rather lousy partner.” She slipped into a confident ready stance. “How about we take it over from the top?”

Yuki
4925 – 500 = 4425

Sakuranbo
3775 – 250 = 3525


Across the courtyard, the girl's face twisted in frustration and indecision, her body twitching in impulsive movements second-guessed before they could be fully executed. The sight brought a smile to Sakuranbo's lips. “Oh, what's wrong, sweetie? You seemed so sure of your prediction a minute ago.” The Saiyan let her face fall into a mock pout of sympathy. “Don't tell me after all that preaching, you got it in your head that maybe you weren't stuck in it after all? Did I accidentally crush your budding hopes of actually winning?” Her face snapped back into a smile. “Sorry, honey, but if I'm stuck being a puppet of fate, then so are you.”

That look of twisted frustration grew deeper and the body motions grew more severe until the self-proclaimed princess launched off in an angry shout, dissipating into snowflakes.

And Sakuranbo's smile grew wider as the scouter followed the high-speed movement it had concealed. “That's what I thought ...” And she wheeled around to bury her fist into the girl's bread basket. As the very flesh-and-bones-feeling princess ejected the entirety of her lungs over her knuckles, she brought her other hand around and jackhammered her into the ground. By the time she'd brought her foot up to follow it up, Yuki had regathered her wits and darted away again. Instead of a stomp, she twisted on her heel and drove it into a side kick back toward the courtyard.

Yuki had her arms up this time, and they took the force of the kick for her as she flipped back and away. Sakuranbo found herself arching an eyebrow as her leg remained raised, though she curled it back in. That hadn't looked incidental, the girl was clever.

Sakuranbo found herself chuckling good-naturedly as she lowered her leg, now more able to appreciate the talents on display that she was in control of the battle again. “Y'know, you're really something, kiddo. Without a scouter, I'd probably end up just another popsicle, but I don't even mean just in strength. You're smart, clever, fast …” She motioned to the remains of those she had arrived with. “Not to mention easily a match for the average low-class Saiyan warrior. I've not really seen ice powers like yours before, even from ice civilizations, and I'd love to study the power that can completely freeze a Saiyan. But the truth of the matter is,” and she tapped Onion's scouter as she made her point, “behind all of your mythological talk, there's really not much about you we haven't seen before.”

Yuki
Korinoseishin x2 (150)
2 melee attacks (1500)
1 blocked melee attack (0)
4425 – 1650 = 2775

Sakuranbo
Unchanged
3525


The kid ground her teeth again in annoyance at being called out on her claims of being a special snowflake. Hehe, special snowflake, Sakuranbo made a mental note to remember that one. “Fine! Study this,” she retorted as she took a stance and began rotating her hands around her core. Onion's scouter immediately registered ki gathering there in frosty swirls. “Hitodama ...

That power reading was going up fast. The name immediately rang danger alarms in Sakuranbo's head. It was that attack. She was going for using it again! “No way I'm letting that happen!” she shouted as she kicked off in a full-on dash for the child, fist drawn back.

She was closing. She was closing! She was going to beat the attack! She had to! The air exploded in blue ki around her as she put on extra speed, trying to close before the attack could finish.

She should have seen it. In the split seconds coming into it, her subconscious noted the tweak of the child's eye, the set of the teeth. It only saw fit to inform the rest of her brain as her fist threw the swirls of snowflakes into a flurry with its passing. Swears filled her mind just beneath verbalization, none suitably rising to her tongue. Except for one, because it had already been said by her opponent. Funny how that stuff stuck. “Oops.”

Tatari!

Her scouter cried alarms at her, but there was precious fuck all she could do about it. Annoyance at the device for not realizing that budded a moment before the blast collided with her, again dropping her into the deep freeze she had only just nearly fought off in her battle frenzy as she went rolling across the tundra.

Yuki
Korinoseishin (75)
Hitodama Tatari (300)
2775 – 375 = 2400

Sakuranbo
Hitodama Damage (1875)
3525 – 1875 = 1650


As Sakuranbo came to a stop in the snow, shivering from bone-deep cold and in agony from concussive force and frost burn, not to mention how all of the rough, rocky, frozen ground she covered scraped and pulled at her icy flesh, she came to the realization that after two doses, she was quickly losing any fascination she might have had with the bizarre power. Onion's scouter, dutiful to the end long after its master had perished, refused to allow her to wallow in her pain and self-pity, beeping at the girl's slow approach, hesitant, maybe wondering if her executioner still lived.

Sakuranbo groaned. It wasn't strategic, that would have been laying still and playing dead until the girl was within striking distance, and it certainly wasn't graceful, but she was cold, she hurt, she was tired, and she just didn't care. Of course, the girl immediately halted her approach. Well, that was that, nap over. She rolled onto her stomach and slowly pushed herself up and pulled herself back to her feet. She was going to have to pull out all of the stops to finish this quickly before her own body gave out on her.

“Well, since you were kind enough to show me yours,” she said as she did so, then clenched her left fist as silvery energy gathered there, “I suppose I should show you one of mine ...” The words were little more than mutters, and the child was still too far away to hear them. The glow was concealed by the hunch of her body she had deliberately kept adopted after standing.

“I don't know how you're still standing ...” Yuki called across the plain to her, then suddenly kicked off in a dash. “... But you won't be for long!”

Metallic Flash!

Sakuranbo threw her hand forward as a brilliant silver light erupted from it and slammed headlong into the ice princess. And with the force of the blast, her sight flew from her eyes, it was as if she had spontaneously gazed into a sea of fresh snow glaring high noon sun right into her eyes. The girl cried out, clinging her hands to her eyes, but it was already too late.

The Saiyan took the opening and charged in, running for several yards in a blink and then jumped, turning about to deliver a flying kick to the girl's chin. Despite her impairment, she recovered quickly, flipping with the motion to recover her feet in a low crouch, and she had already recovered her vision, made clear as she tried to swing at the still-pursuing alien. Instead, Sakuranbo stepped to the side and caught the girl's wrist under her arm, then quickly snaked her own under the child's elbow and then back up to grip her shoulder. Held there, she drew back with her other hand and smashed the princess firmly in the face.

Yuki's gaze went blank with that impact and her arm went slack as Sakuranbo released her shoulder and allowed her to fall away from her, only drawing back her own left hand as energy gathered there and began to spin, throwing it through the child's chest for one final blow. The child collapsed back onto the pure white snow, staining it crimson. This time, she didn't join it scattering away from the impact of her body.

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Sakuranbo stood over her opponent, her tail limp and frosted behind her as she sucked the cold air desperately into her lungs, finally relenting to hug her own body and rub her hands over her arms as she examined her work.

Yuki Musume looked peaceful there. Content. That irritated her somehow. But why? She had fought for her world, and well. She had every right. Maybe that's what it was. Suddenly, looking down at the girl in the snow, her mind flashed back to that shuttle. The other children there. The scared, fleeing children clinging to their scared, fleeing parents.

She shut that line of thought down quickly, but not before the hypocrisy struck her. Where was it that the Saiyans had lost their spines? Not there, no. But how long had they let their teeth dull on planets full of weaklings so that they balked when the tables were turned?

She sighed and bent over, scooping the girl up. “Sorry, kiddo, you can't sleep there,” she told the body as she headed back toward the front of the castle. “I gotta bring proof I did my job.” She set the girl in a sitting position against the ice masonry and went over to her own scouter, picking it up to turn it over in her hands. Good, the damage seemed minor at best, a new scratch to add the cosmetic appeal until she could give it fresh paint. The way it was bent around hadn't broken its joints and she was able to twist it about back. She removed Onion's and stored it in her cleavage for now – battle armor had a rather annoying lack of pockets – and returned her own to her left ear. Though she would bring Onion's back as memorial of his passing, she much preferred her own. It had all of her own settings and listening tracks.

She had hardly clipped it on than it beeped, and she glanced over her shoulder where someone had just nervously stepped out. How had the scouters not detected him sooner? He wasn't strong enough to be a threat, even now in her current state, but it reminded her dreadfully of the way the girl had hidden herself. Could all of this planet's inhabitants suppress their ki at will? That was a terrifying thought. Maybe the strongest they had found weren't the be-all end-all of this planet's defense they had thought it was. He could have slipped on her entirely without her notice if the sight hadn't surprised him.

“Y-Yuki?! Oh no … I'm too late!”

“Only just, sorry to say,” Sakuranbo sighed. She wasn't sure what help he thought he would have been, but it might have been enough to break that stupid prediction. “If it's any consolation, she killed two Saiyans and very nearly made it three.” She groaned and dropped her head. “Why'd she have to spout that stupid prophesy nonsense right after picking a fight? I hate being relegated to some tool of fate.”

The man was apparently surprised at that. “Huh? Weren't you coming all the way out here to kill her in the first place?”

The blonde sighed deeply and threw her head back. “That's not the point! I picked her because I wanted to see what strategies and techniques warriors of a planet like this had, not because the outcome was already decided in advance! How annoying!”

It was a moment before, now standing sideways, she glanced enough over to see who she was talking to. A tall, lean but well-muscled young man with long hair and a cheek scar. A very attractive tall, lean but well-muscled young man with long hair and a cheek scar. He tensed as he realized she was looking him over, but she closed the distance quickly, and stepped around him, examining him from various angles, poking his rib, pulling at his cheek, prodding his abdomen, squeezing his biceps and calves. She finally weirded him out enough that he jumped away, arms up to ward her off.

“What are you doing, lady?!”

The blonde's response was only to grin widely and point squarely at him. “Dibs!”

“Dibs?!”

“Dibs,” she repeated with a nod.

“Uh, I'm flattered, really,” he stepped back, waving his hands before him. It was then she noticed the odd little bag he had in his hand. He was too flustered to notice her shift in interest. “But I'm already called for, and my girlfriend really isn't the type to, ah, share.”

“That's okay, I don't mind fighting her first.” Before he could react with shock to that, she pointed to the bag. “What's that?”

“Eh?” He glanced to it and whipped the hand behind him. “Nothing, just a bag of … uh, snacks!”

“Ooh,” she cooed, her stomach giving a grumble to remind her of all the effort she'd just been through. “And you brought them for the girl? Why? A bag like that, they're surely not sweets.”

“Oh, they are! But, ah, they're full of allergens for Saiyans, they can't eat them.” He was turning around and around on the spot trying to keep himself between the bag and the circling Saiyan. She tried to fake him a few times, but he quickly moved the other direction.

She gave him a light, quick jab to the gut, not enough to really do damage, but enough to cause him to reflexively bring his arms up. He wrapped the arms around his stomach and was about to ask what that was for before he realized they were both empty. He gave a quick glance around before he spotted them in her grip.

“Hey! No! You can't--”

She was ignoring him as she opened the bag to peer inside, spying three odd beans. She reached in and drew one out, examined it in her grip, oblivious to the look of dread on his face. He made a desperate lunge for them, but she simply held her arms to either side and turned to face him, moving forward so instead of grabbing the bean bag, he ended up face first right in her alien bosom.

She grinned in amusement as it took him several long moments to realize his error and jump back again.

“Please! I'm begging you!” he pleaded. “Don't eat that! Please, put it back in the bag and return them to me!”

“Well, that just makes me curious what's so special about them,” she replied, and tossed the bean in her mouth, ignoring his outcry as he had his hand outstretched toward her mouth. She gave it a few crunches and swallowed.

The man collapsed to his knees in dejection. “Well, that's it, we're screwed … Bulma's gonna kill me ...”

Sakuranbo glanced back to him, about to ask him what he was talking about, when a great upswelling of energy radiated from her stomach through her entire being. The cold in her bones was chased away, she felt like she had just stepped out from a comfortable shelter, the stress and injuries of the battle disappeared like they were never there, and a glance at a self-scan from her scouter confirmed what she felt. One bean and she was at full strength all over again. She took a moment to flex her arms that had previously been dried and torn by the cold, gave a few test mini-hops to check her fatigue.

“These are amazing!” she praised. “So that's how you were planning on helping her.”

“Yeah, and now the Saiyans have them. Amazing.

The human looked up and she gave the device her full attention when it sounded a sudden alarm and filled with numbers. “You should be glad we do,” she replied, suddenly serious again. “We just became the least of your problems, and maybe the only hope any of you have of making it through to tomorrow.”

That got his attention. “What do you mean?”

But she didn't answer immediately, instead tying the bag to her belt and then moving over to shoulder Yuki's body again. “Do your people have any way to detect power levels?”

“Yeah. I mean, I'm pretty sure we're thinking of the same thing.”

“Then if you have any other fighters of this child's caliber, send them to the level that just erupted to the south.” She started forward, then paused, hesitating as if unsure to say it. “I hate to admit it, but we might need the help.”

And then she took to the air in a flash of silver-blue light, shooting into the southern sky.
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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Kindredtown » Thu Aug 18, 2016 3:54 am

Namori knew that he couldn't waste his time or slack off around in this fight. His opponent wasn't someone he could afford to do that with. One wrong move could tip the scale of this fight and he knew that as a seasoned warrior. As they charged towards each other he thought about his last fight with Piccolo Jr and how he had to leave things in the hands of Khol because he messed up. If he hadn't been there then the Earth would have been in danger. And now it was in danger again. The Earth couldn't seem to win for too long. Even if Namori messed up and managed to win this fight he still had the other Saiyans to worry about. Even senzu beans didn't fully restore you even if it seemed like they did. Take enough of them and you'd realize it yourself.

The two warriors clashed and exchanged punches and kicks. Neither were able to get a direct hit in. Taroga was fast but Namori was faster. They both knew that and they both knew that they weren't even giving it their all. This was them getting a feel of the other. Exchanging fists could tell you more about your opponent than a scouter or ki sensing could. Taroga's strikes were well calculated and despite not giving it his all from the beginning they were attacks meant to do damage against his opponent.

When neither seemed to be gaining any ground and they learned what they needed from each other they bounced back from each other and stayed floating in the air. "It's been a while since I've been challenged properly at the beginning of a fight. The fodder down there just don't do it." He started to laugh a bit not caring about the sneers and eye rolls he was getting from the three Saiyans sent with him. "Though to some I am considered fodder. That won't be for long though. I grow stronger every day. Soon I'll be even stronger than the Prince himself." Taroga knew that saying something out loud was pretty much a death wish. He didn't care though. His ambitions spoke for themselves, but the Prince wasn't even who he was aiming for. He was going to surpass all Saiyans and then Frieza himself. He was going to wipe that tyrant from this Universe. For himself, his parents, and her. He ended his laughter with a sigh and said, "I think it's time for us to take off the kid gloves. Don't you think, Namori?"

Namori smirked and glanced down to the other three Saiyans as they talked among themselves and looked back to Taroga. "I thought you'd never ask."

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Down below the three Saiyans were talking to each other clearly annoyed and pissed at how Taroga was treating them and carrying himself. The oldest was named Dill. He was short, yet fit. He was also bald. He claimed he didn't care much for his hair but everyone knew he cut it because he didn't like the style. He spoke first. "I'm tired of that brat thinking he's better than us."

"Well, he is." another commented. This one was taller but more stout. His hair spiked up to the side. His name was Mizuna. He was known to be the least prideful of the Saiyans.

"That's besides the point, Miz. Dill's right. We should teach him a lesson. Think about it. The three of us gang up on him along with that guy up there and we're guaranteed a win. And then we take down the other guy." Said Pak. He was skinny with short and ruffled hair. He looks hid his strength well even though he was still among the weakest present. "Plus you see the way he talked about surpassing the Prince?"

"You're right," Mizuna replied. "We don't even have to get our hands dirty. We can just tell the Prince. That way we won't have Sakuranbo on our asses."

"I'm no snitch." Dill and Pak said in unison before Dill continued. "It's settled. We'll kill the cocky brat."

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The idiots. They forgot to turn off the comm for their plans. Fortunately for them all they had set it for close proximity for the time being so the other Saiyans didn't hear what they were talking about. Taroga would deal with them after he dealt with Namori. Taroga had set his to where he could hear everything transmitted in but they couldn't hear what he said over the scouter. He wouldn't incriminate himself like that. He held his right arm to the side and opened up his palm. Namori could feel Taroga's power start to rise. So their techniques increased their powers as well. Ki seemed to really be the same throughout the Universe. Still this wasn't a power that Namori was worried about. But it didn't mean that he couldn't flex for his opponent.

Soon a sphere of red energy appeared in Taroga's hand. "Not many that have seen this technique have lived to tell about it. I don't intend on adding to the number of survivors today." What he was saying was partially bluff. He had used this technique to kill some of his opponents but it wasn't anything that powerful or strong despite it currently being the strongest attack in his arsenal. But he did mean that he didn't intend on adding to the number of survivors. He planned on killing Namori and the others when this was all said and done. Especially Dill. He stopped thinking about them for a moment and launched the ball forward. "This is my Warrior's Blood Moon!"

To the untrained eye it would seem like Namori was standing there completely guarded but his simple stance left no openings. If it came to a melee fight Taroga wouldn't know where to hit because as soon as he tried he'd be countered. He felt the buildup of ki in Namori and wondered what he was planning to do by just standing there. Did he insult him by thinking that he could just tank his attack? The bastard...

When it got close enough to Namori he yelled out "HAAAA!!!" and what seemed like a barrier of wind stopped the ball from reaching him. Taroga's eyes widened and wondered what exactly that technique was. The sphere didn't dissipate but instead bounced back and down towards the gathered Saiyans down below. They had been too busy carelessly talking about their plans to notice and Dill was hit in the back of the head causing him to fall to the floor.

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The other two rushed to his side to check and see if he was still alive but he was more than likely dead. He hadn't even seen the attack coming. Taroga hadn't even expected it to be done. Just who was this guy? They thought the Earthlings were weak.

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Namori's ki returned to its normal state as he looked back to Taroga. The wind from the kiai had faded allowing him to be heard again. "I wouldn't have insulted your warrior's pride by returning your own attack to you. Instead I did us both a favor. I could sense your animosity towards them. That one in particular."

"Just exactly who are you? What are you? You can't just be a normal human. What was that?" Taroga was confused and shaking. He wasn't shaking because he was angry or scared. He was shaking because he was excited. He was actually being challenged. By one that so casually brushed off his attack. If he had even just survived this fight he would grow stronger but he'd still try to win.

"I am Earth's Protector. Student to many masters. You already know my name and if you want to know more you'll have to beat me."

That was smart of him. Taroga doubted that this Namori believed he could lose but if he did he ensured that he'd stay alive by promising to tell Taroga of his abilities and what he was. Though if Taroga was honest with himself he guessed that Namori had already figured that Taroga wasn't a threat to him.

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Just then a plane had arrived on the scene. The Capsule Corp logo was on the side. Reinforcements had arrived. Namori sensed the power inside the plane. Turtle Sennin Master Roshi had arrived on the scene. Namori had surpassed the old master in power but not in technique. Maybe he could help out here. Especially since one of them had just bit the dust. The old man hopped out the plane and started stretching. He had taken his shades off and placed them in his shirt pocket. "You sure have your hands full here, Namori. Bulma sent me here with a gift."

Namori realized that he must have been talking about senzu beans. Yajirobe must have arrived with extra just in case he hadn't reached the others in time.

Roshi looked at the three Saiyans on the ground and took off his jacket before tossing it to the ground. "You two can put your fallen friend away so that we could get down to business. I'd hate to destroy an already dead man."

Pak laughed after reading the man's power level from his scouter. "With your power you wouldn't even be able to scratch us, old man."

Roshi sighed. "I warned you." He then started to grunt and seemingly strain himself. "You... see... there's... a lot... of beautiful... women here..." After here his muscles suddenly expanded and his chest flexed out and he even seemed to get a bit taller. He was beyond ripped and scarily at that. His veins were more visible now than before and he exhaled slowly. "I can't let you and the others ruin the one great thing about this planet." His power rose but not by enough to scare them off.

"You almost had us there, old man. Your power is still the weakest one here. For a second we thought we were in trouble." Puk said again despite now feeling really inferior in size.

"Oh, you still are." Namori chimed in. "Master, let's do this!"

Roshi nodded and started gathering his energy. Namori did the same but it didn't take him as long. Roshi knew that if he was going to be able to do something to these two then he'd have to go super with his next attack. Namori was going to do the same. While Namori was charging he started to fly higher into the air. He was planning to aim down with his attack so that he could get all three in one attack. When Roshi was ready the two started to speak in unison. "Ka...me..."

Taroga looked up at the sudden spike in power. It kept growing and growing. He had quickly surpassed Raditz in power and yet he was still going. Just how powerful were these Earthlings really? He knew that his own attack wouldn't be able to do anything against it but he wasn't going to roll over and die. He started to charge his own Crimson Wave by pushing both his hands forward. "I won't fall so easily to you!!"

Puk was charging his own beam while Mizuna was now worried about the fallen Dill. "We have to save him."

"Forget him. He's already dead."

Mizuna may not have been as prideful but he couldn't let a fallen comrade get mutilated from an attack. He went to pick up the cold and heavy Dill while Puk decided to face the old man. He stood behind him and watched thinking he was ready to move when he needed to.

"Ha...me... HAAAAAAAAA!!!!" The two unleashed their blue and powerful waves while Taroga tried to counter Namori's with his red beam and Puk going against Roshi's with his yellow.

The beam struggle between Namori and Taroga was clearly one-sided but he admired his opponent's ability to not just give in and die.

Roshi struggled more with his opponent and the two beams seemed almost equal but Roshi's was proven to be stronger by a bit. He yelled and pushed forward causing Puk to trip over a rock and fall back onto Mizuna and the dead Dill. This allowed Roshi's beam to hit all three just as Namori was overpowering Taroga and pushing him towards the ground with the others and catching them in his beam as well.

The two warriors stopped their attacks and waited for the dust to clear. When it did Taroga stood atop the fallen bodies of his Saiyan brethren. His clothes were now tattered and smoky. But somehow, surprisingly his scouter was undamaged. Taroga couldn't believe that he had been put through the ringer like that.

Before anyone else could make a move Roshi and Namori felt the huge spike in power and Taroga's scouter went on the fritz. It displayed an error code before a message from the Saiyan High Command showed. They were all ordered to destroy an exile by the name of Khol. Was this exile the reason the Earthlings suddenly became so strong?

Namori turned to Roshi obviously thinking the same thing that he was. "It's Khol, but his ki feels different. More dangerous. More evil. We're going to have to stop this fight for now. Master, if you may?"
Namori - 7440 (Unharmed +560 cost)

Taroga - 5000 (2000 damage taken + 500 cost)

Roshi - ??? (Unharmed + 210 + ??? cost that is to assume that max form takes from stamina)
Roshi nodded and knew what Namori wanted him to do. He took out two senzu beans and tossed one to Taroga before reverting from his max form and took one for himself. He knew that right now Namori didn't need it. He didn't exert himself much in the fight.

Taroga caught the bean in his hand and looked at it strangely before looking to Namori. "Eat it." He had watched the old man eat it and saw that nothing bad happened to him so he decided to go ahead and eat it as well. He chewed and swallowed the bean before feeling himself revitalized. "What kind of?"

"Magic. Come on."

Taroga then lifted in the air and started following Namori towards the source of the power. He didn't even think about attacking him. Even if he had caught him off guard he knew that he'd still be unable to win. He may have just found the perfect rival in this protector of the Earth.

Roshi started for the plane and yelled, "I'll catch up!!"
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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Darkblade » Thu Aug 18, 2016 7:33 am

Piccolo was looking at the valley he had retreated to since his defeat, it hadn’t changed much over the years. It’s barren landscape not the sort humans were up to the task of surviving in, they were so weak. But he was no better, that tailed freak had shown him how much his strength amount to. Khol, a name he was never going to forget. Khol who had stopped him killing Namori, and thwarted his plans to use the world’s martial arts tournament as his moment of glory over all his father’s hated foes.

However he could see Khol’s logic, the saiyan had wanted to fight him. He’d also wanted to fight Namori, actually the saiyan had wanted to fight just about everybody. Not for any reason beyond the sheer joy of fighting them, it was an interesting view of things. But that was a life Piccolo could not adhere to, he was the replicate of the demon king. He was meant to rule this world with his evil might, something the saiyan had also questioned. How it angered him that this alien outsider comes along and questions his life’s motivation, he would not even be alive had the Demon King not poor all his malice and hunger for revenge into his creation. He’d not be here had Namori not killed his father, what else could he Piccolo Junior, replicate of the Demon King Piccolo do but fulfill the goals of his maker?

He was confident though that his new ability would certainly give Khol much to regret, for it was that fool’s mercy that allowed him to attain his new strength. Which was entirely the reason the damned fool did so, who allows a foe to live with the intent of them getting stronger with the desire of revenge? Namori had not, his father certainly did not, foes are to be destroyed, not nurtured and helped. But it did play into his hands, and Khol’s defeat would occur because of that foolishness. Then he’d dispose of the others, and take this world within his grasp. Though what then? What would he do once the Demon King’s ambition was fulfilled?

This thought was interrupted, a group of five figures were flying towards him. Faster than he could’ve imagined any bar his targets to do so. Had Kami managed to find him? Was this his attempt subdue and contain him as they had his father? When they landed their armor didn’t bear the mark of Kami, and their ki was even more sinister than his own. Which cause him to grit his teeth, how could any have ki with more evil intent than he the demon king’s replicate? Then he noted their tails, were these also Saiyans? But Khol certainly wouldn’t have sent anyone to hunt him down, it was that fools intent for them to fight one on one again after he felt good and ready to destroy them. But then he recalled what Khol said of his race, they sent their people to claim planets by destroying their populace for some reason. Khol himself had been sent to some planet as a child to a planet, another odd cultural aspect.

“This highest power level in the region, Raditz’s squad certainly got a much better selection. But I suppose we’ll have to make do with an easy victory.”

That enraged Piccolo, considering him so weak they’d easily defeat him. Though he had to admit their power levels were on par with Khol’s during the tournament, the middle on in blue armor was above that. Though this talk of a Raditz squad suggested another bunch of saiyans were elsewhere. Likely giving Namori the death he so richly deserved, though what would Khol do? If he was right and these were Saiyans, these were his people? Then again if he had gauged anything from Khol, he was likely fighting them now on the principle of wanting a fight.

“I don’t recall Earthlings having green skin in the briefing..”

The blue armored saiyan pushed the speaking saiyan back and waved them back, seemed this one wanted a one on one battle. Well that at least meant Piccolo could focus on his opponent, which would certainly be to his advantage.

“Doesn’t matter, Earthling or not, they’re here and that makes them fair game. I’m not about to sit back and let the King’s favorite family get further ahead of me.”

Piccolo didn’t care about what this one was talking about, instead he took his turban and cloak off. He knew he’d not be able to fight this lot with the extra weight, as they hit the dirt with a crushing thud one of the saiyan’s eye’s widened a bit. Seemed that one was the weakest of the bunch, or hadn’t considered the merits of weight training.

“I see you’re not about to back down, Namekian by the the antenna, good. I didn’t come all this way to play hide and seek, the name’s Turles, Vanguard Force Commander of the Saiyan Military.”

Namekian? He had to ponder what that was, but it would seem this Turles had recognized his appearance. This however wasn’t the time to talk, even if he did want to know what this one was talking about. What was important was the confirmation that these were Saiyans.

“I wouldn’t be so please if I were you, for you face the Demon King Piccolo!”

He wasn’t like those soft fools, he wasn’t going to let his opponent land the first blow. He exploded towards this Turles, and swung his arm out. However there was nothing there, he sensed the movement to his rear and swung his leg around. Turles parried the kick, it would seem this Namekian could fight a bit. Obviously not truly on par with a Saiyan, but then who could ever do that? Freiza feared them enough to destroy their planet, and Freiza was right to fear them. The tyrant’s days were numbered, and their empire would fall in the hands on the oppressed Saiyans. He decided to give this Demon King a little taste of their power, and threw a series of ki balls at him. Piccolo’s hands darted around smashing the ki balls away before one finally hit, the explosion sending him flying through a rock outcrop smashing it to rubble.

“I hope you’re not done in just yet, Demon King, I’ve barely warmed up.”

Though he wasn’t about to let up, his orders were to kill all lifeforms. So he continued to throw ki balls at the rubble Piccolo had landed in, that was till a large ki spike on his scouter caused him to bring his hands up to defend himself. A massive ki beam engulfed him, it was a dull ache, which made Turles smirk. This one could at least hurt him, that made it an even more enjoyable fight. He would grow even stronger from this, which was his intention when he signed up to being a vanguard force commander. Saiyans only grew from battle, and the best battles were to be found far from home.

“Good, lets see more of that!”

Turles propelling himself at the Namekian, who was still rising from to his feet. It would seem they’d launched their counter while prone, impressive instincts to do so as it had prevented an easy pummeling. The Namekian then launched beams from their eyes, that was quite an impressive feat and even scratched the Saiyan’s armor before leaving a cut on their arm. This did not stop Turles thrusting that arm into the Namkian’s stomach a ki ball exploding in his grip launching Piccolo once more. Turles’ arms made a circle, it would be interesting to see him deal with this. Launching a circular ki attack that would easily slice this namekian to bits. Though even while reeling from his previous attack the Namekian twisted in the air to fit through the gap. Impressive, a skilled foe was certainly what Turles wanted.

This fight was not going the way Piccolo had wanted, it was like fighting Khol all over again. Though at least this time he was able to actually cause injuries, that was an upshot of all his training. But the strength of his foe was still just a brutal, and he guessed had that last attack connected even he would be out for the count. However he had dodged it, and so decided to attempt the technique he had developed entirely for the destruction of Khol. Placing his right hand to his head he began to focus his ki, however this seemed to be quickly noticed by Turles who was quick to counter this. His hand wrapped in ki he swung at Piccolo’s arm, ripping it right off from just about the elbow before kicking the Namekian to the ground.

“I’m not stupid enough to let you build up that sort of power.”

Indeed that spike had worried Turles, it would’ve been enough to do serious damage. Might even kill him, especially considering this one’s skill level being above the normal trash he’d encountered. The ability to make attacks greater than their base power level was something saiyans were quite rightly proud off, but to see it done by an enemy was something else. Where had they learned it? Was there more people on this planet capable of it? Maybe it was a Namekian thing, he’d heard they were full of odd abilities. Something he wasn’t about to let be tested on his own body, though it would look like this one wasn’t going to be alive much longer.

Piccolo rose slowly to his feet, was it his fate to lose to Saiyans? No, he’d not have it, he was the demon king’s son and heir to that title. He was going to win this fight, but how? Even if he manages to get the drop on Turles, he knew he hadn’t the energy to deal with the other four no matter how much weaker they were. But he was Piccolo, he wasn’t about to give up. He would show them what he was capable of, and make them fear uttering his name without the respect he deserved. All he needed was an opening, but how to make one.

It was during the moment of desperation that two things happened, he sense a massive ki far off. He felt that ki before, it had cost him dearly. Khol was fighting, and to Piccolo’s chagrin he was far stronger than he had been when they had met. No way could the saiyan have grown that much since they last fought, but then had Khol been fighting at full strength back then? This was a being who went out of his way to enjoy a fight, it was entirely possible they were insane enough to hold themselves back for his opponent’s benefit. Which only infuriated him, especially considering how close he’d felt he was getting to surpassing the fool.

The next even made Piccolo lose focus from his opponent for a second, as a beam of ki was launched from behind an outcropping. It blasted into four saiyan watching the fight, two were instantly vaporized, the other two had barely raised their defenses in time. They hurled themselves in the direction the ki attack, but then a figure came out and with a technique Piccolo had suffered at sliced at the pair not just with their hands but their legs as well before floating before Turles’ shocked face leaving the remains of the saiyans falling to the ground below.

“Y..you.. you.. I..I.I’ll kill you for that!”

Piccolo took this as his cue, no way was he going to let another claim his opponent. And placed his remaining hand to his head and began to charge his attack. Turles’ scouter however was displaying error messages due to Khol’s power level, and thus Piccolo was able to launch his attack.

“Special Beam Cannon!”

Thrusting his fingers to point at the back of Turles a spiral of ki drilled into the back armor. There was a moment Picolo feared it might not be enough to penetrate it, but then it shattered and the beam drilled on through and out the other side. The stranger, a silver haired female was able to side step the beam. Piccolo was certain she was strong, and it hurt his pride that he had to admit was likely stronger than him even had he been fresh. Worse still he owed his survival to her, she looked at him with her silver eye. The red did not seem to be looking at anything, and he could tell from the red patches beneath the bandages she was injured. So how she was able to so easily dispatch those warrior was even more aggravating to Piccolo, who channeled his ki to regenerate his arm. Out of pride he wanted to put on a strong front, that he hadn’t needed this stranger’s help.

“You’re not from around here either are you..”

The female’s eyebrows raised a bit, before her gaze looked towards where Khol was. There was a mix of wonder and hatred, he could certainly understand that look. He’d probably had it while facing Khol, seeing someone who dwarfed your own strength so easily was intolerable.

“Nor are you, and you’re not on their side.”

The their she said with a savage bite that made piccolo take a step back, it would seem this one had a real hatred for saiyans. Maybe she’d been hunting this Turles down, considering what Khol had said about Saiyans it was easy to understand they’d have enemies. The girl looked at Piccolo again as if seeing something around him, something that he certainly couldn’t.

“Your light has a gentleness to it, reminds me of.. nevermind. There are more of them, so many more..”

Piccolo didn’t understand what she was talking about, but it certainly didn’t seem like it mattered. Nothing about him was gentle, he was the demon king’s child. But there was no chance to question her on this light nonsense, as she took flight heading towards the place Khol’s ki was. He doubted even she would be able to do much against that power, a shame as she didn’t seem the sort to want to die for nothing. Piccolo slumped down onto his butt and then onto his back, he was completely exhausted. Saiyans, they were just as irritating as Khol made them out to be, and Piccolo was in no position right now to do anything about them. He supposed he could leave it in the hands of those do gooders, and then when he had recovered deal with them all. That would prove once and for all, the Demon King Piccolo was a warrior without equal.

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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Raptorman » Mon Sep 05, 2016 12:19 pm

It had taken a few moments for Amy to get back up to her feet following the end of her own encounter with the invader who had so cockily tried to slay her. The pink and red haired girl did slightly unsteadily climb back up to her feet though, and just in time to glance up and catch the end of the one sided fight between the two other Saiyans. She had watched as a newcomer shot through the air to catch the falling loser and then confronted the man she had been searching for to fight herself. There was a time when she turned away, looking over the places where she had been fighting as if hoping to find the missing bag of cookies that she had been eating before the ambush, but alas her cookie bag was nowhere to be found.

Amy seemed to scoff at first when the newcomer ordered her to leave in order to survive. Her mouth opened as if to begin one of the many snarky comments that so often graced the ears of her opponents in combat and then it shut again as the person she had come to fight seemed to erupt in power. With a last quick glance to see if she could locate the lost cookie bag the young woman reluctantly lifted up both the unconscious saiyan and the corpse. And with her hands full she made a swift exit from the area. "There's no way I'm fighting that on an empty stomach." The words were faintly audible as she disappeared.

A few minutes later she spotted someone else and Amy made her way over before landing. She dropped the headless corpse to the ground and with slightly more care put down the unconscious saiyan. "Hi, I'm Amy." She declared in a weary but generally positive sounding voice. She looked like she was about to continue but before she could speak again her stomach rumbled loudly. "I don't suppose you have anything to eat?"

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Post by Darkblade » Mon Sep 05, 2016 11:44 pm

Raditz was glad to see the weird looking one carry off Kures, even if she hadn’t been through a tough battle he couldn’t have her here. Not with their new target being Khol, while even he had his doubts about following this order she would be far more conflicted. Let alone the fact he had already proven to be stronger than her before this spike, Raditz had an idea as to why it was occurring. As a child Khol had been sent to die on Terra, obviously the Terrans didn’t kill him upon landing. Which meant Khol was likely programmed to kill Terrans, such a program would’ve required a signal to be sent. However with their planet gone, there was nobody there to send it. So likely the programming bubbled up at some point, and has been active ever since, as after their first conquest a saiyan child is deprogrammed. Having a constant whisper to kill at the back of one’s mind was likely to screw them up, and having that programming countered by his rather flippant words brought it to the surface. So now here he was fighting a powerful and likely berserk Khol, which meant he couldn’t make a single mistake.

Clenching his right hand, his ki pulsing out between his fingers with a pink glow. This technique would hopefully slow Khol down a bit, as it was good at interfering with muscle movement. When he was comfortable that it was as powerful as he could manage to generate he threw it at Khol, who hasn’t moved since his ki had begun to spike. There was a massive explosion as the attack impacted with Khol, enough to make Raditz hold his hands up to shield himself from the blast force. Though as the smoke cleared, Khol was uninjured, pink sparks were rippling across his body but Raditz didn’t feel confident that the attack had truly done anything at all.

Khol looked at this Raditz, there was no thoughts behind their actions. They propelled themselves at the Saiyan warrior, smashing their fist into their gut. Their armor cracked beneath the force, Raditz doubled over with pain unlike anything he’d ever encountered. Khol then brought his knee up into their head, smashing Raditz up into the sky. Raditz though wasn’t prepared to just call it quits even while still gasping for breath.

“Double Sunday!”

Two ki beams converged, smashing into Khol, though it did not slow his advance down as he flew up after Raditz. He was laughing, a savage laughter only one person on Earth had ever heard before. His right hand clamped onto Raditz’s face, before plummeting towards the ground and slamming him into the ground. Creating a massive creator, Raditz’s eyes lost focus for a moment as he was barely able to cope with the sheer power of Khol. It would seem he was wrong, it wasn’t about not making mistakes as even the best answers he had weren’t going to do much more than irritate one of such power. He wasn’t the Prince nor King, Nappa and Kakarotto were likely the only ones amongst the elite to stand a chance against the self proclaimed star child. But he had his orders, and to protect Kures he had to follow them. Khol had let go and moved away, a rather odd move considering had the situation been reversed Raditz would’ve continued the assault. There was something of Khol in that head, so perhaps it wasn’t a hopeless cause. Pushing himself up to his feet slowly, his armor was a complete mess. He wasn’t exactly much better, but he was a Saiyan and he was Bardock’s son. No way was he about to turn tail and abandon his comrades, Kures was going to hate him for this. But to ensure she did not need to fight her own brother again, he would do it himself.

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Krillin didn’t know what to think nor say, this strange looking thing carrying a corpse and a woman in armor and had a tail. Was it a Saiyan? Nope, from what Master Roshi said of the saiyan Khol it would be the ones she was carrying that would be saiyans. Though why was she carrying Saiyans? Just not a great day to be himself, it was almost like someone out there was trying to get him killed.

“Ok, well I have senzu beans. One should fill you and heal you..”

Why did he even say that? Idiot, this could be an ally of the Saiyans. Or something just as bad as them, even possibly worse. Though what could be worse than that massive aura they felt? Khol the one he was meant to meet was there, and how was he going to get there without dying? He pulled out a senzu bean out of the pouch and handed it to her, he’d told her about them might as well give her one. It wouldn’t do him any good to get into a fight over them, considering he wasn’t very confident about surviving that.

“You came from that large ki.. was Khol there?”

He didn’t know if she’d know the fellow by name, then again he wasn’t exactly sure he’d recognize a person he’d only seen glimpses off when they were at the tournament. But might as well confirm what Bulma said about where this Khol was, though why she expected him to fight his own people was beyond him. Ok Earthlings fight each other alot, but if this was some sort of invasion wouldn’t he be better off siding with his own?

Kures was quite ashamed as she awoke, listening into the conversation. Why she wasn’t dead, or near the one who’d pushed her into this situation. Again she’d screwed up, Raditz was going to have a fun time yelling at her for that. But she was alive, that much was at least true.However why would this Earthling have carried her and her dead comrade away from where they had been? She sat up a bit, there was a bald fellow without a nose. He seemed to recoil as she did that, well that was obviously going to happen she was sent here to claim this planet. However she wasn’t exactly in a position to do that, and there was something else. This noseless one had said a name, a name that she had ingrained in her mind since she could remember.

“You know of Khol?”

This wasn’t Terra, so it was impossible for these Earthlings to hear of her dead brother. Perhaps it was just a coincidence that someone on this planet shared her brother’s name. Krillin was still a bit aprehensive, he’d been told the Saiyans were going to kill them all. Maybe answering her would stop that happening, but he instinctively put himself into a defensive posture just in case.

“Well not that well, I only met him once a few years ago. Talked alot about being a saiyan and destroying the Terrans. Creeped me out, someone casually chatting about such things like it was nothing. Very strange day that was, I somehow ended up fighting the demon king’s son and knocked out of the tournament in the first round..”

She wasn’t paying attention to this talk of tournaments and demon kings, a saiyan who destroyed Terrans and went by the name of Khol? Impossible, Terra was a death sentence, not a planet to conquer. Saiyans were taught of that fate ever since King Vegeta erased her true family, but why would this Earthling lie? It’s not like they knew of her true parentage, not like they knew of Khol’s fate. She doubted this one would have a reason to lie, as they likely guessed such actions would cause their death regardless of how badly she was injured. She switched her scouter on, it had been switched off by her own move as it would be irksome to have it overload reading her own power level. Error messages were popping up, did it get that badly damaged from the backfiring technique? No, it was reading a power level beyond it’s calibration. Once she managed to get around the errors, there was a new set of orders. They were to kill the saiyan exile Khol, confirming the belief that was rising within her.

“You asked if Khol was where we were.. that means.. well it would make sense now that he knew I was a saiyan.”

She laughed, it hurt to do so but she was happier than she could say. Even with the issue that they were now being ordered to kill Khol, she was quite sure that even if they teamed up that wasn’t going to happen. If Khol could survive Terra and end up here, no way was he about to kick the bucket. Though she was concerned about Raditz, he would see this order and like her adoptive father make the decision to follow it to protect her. The same decision to keep her safe from Vegeta’s wrath, but she didn’t want to be safe. She wanted revenge, she also wanted her real brother back now that he was apparently alive. That and she wanted the family that raised her, they weren’t blood but they were kin so she’d have to somehow stop Raditz from getting himself killed in some attempt to follow orders he’d never want to follow normally allowing the rest of his team to retreat without disgrace.

“Give me one of those beans Earthling, you said they’d heal so I could get back there.”

Krillin’s pose tense further, just his luck. The saiyan had heard his remark about the beans, and she was most likely willing to kick his butt to get them. Even as badly injured as she was, he wasn’t likely to come out the better for it. But he’d be betraying his planet if he didn’t defend these beans from her, at least with this Amy person they’d stand a chance of doing something to this saiyan.

“You’re here to destroy our planet, why would I heal you?!”

Kures blinked for a moment, well that wasn’t true. They were here to clear the planet of life so the saiyans could live here, though that was Vegeta’s plan anyway. So hardly something she gave a damn about, she wanted a homeland for her people of course. That didn’t exactly mean she was in line with his decision that wiping out populations to do that, that was Freiza’s methods. Frieza had betrayed them, and yet Vegeta still continued to enact the same policies. The king was no better than their tyrant, but she had come here to fulfill her orders. To keep alive the chance that one day she’d be powerful enough to do what needed to be done, and complete the mission her father had died trying to achieve. The saiyan people free of such vile beings, free to choose the path of the warrior and not be intergalactic bullies. She rose to her feet, her ki rising as she put on a brave face to hide just how injured she was.

“Your planet means nothing to me, so give me one of those beans!”

Krillin backed away, but seemed resolute. Kures wasn’t getting it into his head with this method. Gine had always said that using force to get one’s own way never worked in the long run, but then Gine was quite an odd woman for a Saiyan. A great mother to her, so she had at least listened to such odd views of hers even if she wasn’t always willing to admit their usefulness. Now seemed a perfect chance to try it, after all she had no ill will to earthlings who were fighting to defend their home. She relaxed herself a bit, trying to find the best way to convey herself. She crushed her scouter, no way could she say what she was going to say with them listening in. Gine and Kakarotto lives were also on the line, at worst she’d be in trouble for the loss of the scouter but they’d not hear her secret.

“Khol is my brother, he’s fighting a man who has been a brother to me my whole life. I want to stop them, I’ll swear by my tail I will not attack Earthlings if that is what you want. So please, give me one of those beans so I can get to them before they do something they’ll regret.”

Krillin thought about it for a moment, if they were willing to confide in them this. If they were willing to make an oath to disobey their orders, if all they said was honest and true. But what if it was all a ruse? No, Khol, his only real experience with Saiyans suggested they were very honorable when it came to truth and vows. The whole warrior code type people, at least he was hoping that was true. Also the fact he wasn’t the type who could stand listening to pleas for help without acting, he tossed the pouch to her.

“There, you can bring them to Khol. I’m going back to Bulma’s, tell Khol she’ll be miffed if he doesn’t turn up soon. After all the food she made especially for him.”

Kures didn’t know who was a Bulma was, maybe Khol had settled down on their planet? Which sounds more like something Gine would do, but she made a mental note to remind him of this message should she be able to. Taking a bean for herself, it was an instant affair this healing process. She’d expected it to take a while, but she was fully healed and rather dumbfounded by that. Vegeta wanted to destroy people who could make such wonders? Even more reason to hate the git, though first. She quickly flew up to Krillin, shocking him and likely confirming his worst fears before patting him on the head.

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to tell my brother his food is ready.”

With that she flew off into the distance clutching the pouch of beans, determined to save her brothers. Krillin slumped, he really wasn’t made to cope with this much stress. He looked at the Amy person, and then the corpse.

“I suppose we could carry this one back to Bulma’s, dunno why though. Not like there is any hope them recovering, but I suppose they’ll want a proper burial or something. I’ll probably be buried right next to him when Bulma finds out I gave that saiyan the senzu beans. I suppose you could not talk about that?”

Krillin said with a shrug, at least he wasn’t dead just yet. Also didn’t have to go anywhere near that power, Khol might be in for the fight of their life or the most dangerous being he’d ever met depending on whether or not that ki was his. In either case, best to stay far away from it. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was a long way off matching that power, but then he wasn’t entirely sure an Earthling could ever match it. But with that said he decided to pick up the body of the dead Saiyan, might as well be polite and do the heavy lifting.

“Follow me, Amy, I’m sure Bulma’s got plenty of food to spare.”

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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Ninmast » Fri Sep 16, 2016 2:45 pm

Knowledge was power, and Sakuranbo was no fool. Despite the restorative power of the earth beans, she knew her limits, and knew the power level this Khol was displaying was beyond anyone on the squad, full power or not. And yet he hadn't been displaying such power when they arrived. Sure, the locals could suppress their power levels, which was worrying because it meant that the number of warriors they would need to put down was likely far higher than their estimates had shown, and their scouters were basically useless for eighty percent of their intended functions on this planet. But this wasn't Khol's planet, it wasn't where he learned or trained or grew. Something caused that sudden outburst, and records indicated it was after Raditz arrived.

As such, all the way back, she had been reviewing the logs of what had transpired. She tried to go back further, review what had happened when Kures had fought him, but all that was available was the general power level readings. Oddly, Kures' personal scouter data was sealed, clearance limited to field commander and above. Which meant Raditz was the only Saiyan on the planet with access to his sister's personal records. But whatever, if he wanted to be over-protective of his little sister, that was his business. Seemed to be the thing for their family, she didn't really know. The closest she had to a little brother was Taroga, and she supposed she was protective of him. She saw it more as trying to get him to stop biting off more than he could chew and get his act together. It didn't matter, she could piece together pretty much how that went without the personal data. The girl threw herself against a stone wall and knocked herself out. No, the reason for the explosion of power wasn't likely to be found there; Raditz' records would be sufficient.

When she finally got back south again, her first stop was to the landing zone, not the massive power level of the exile. She had to make this impression good, and that meant not giving him reason to go even crazier by showing up with the corpse of his ally slung over her shoulder, so she put Yuki's body in the seat of her own pod and closed it. The systems would keep the body from decaying or bleeding all over her interior by trying to medically treat the girl, and sealing it would prevent anyone else from getting to it. Recalling again how troublesome the girl had been and how the warriors of the planet could conceal their power levels, she gave the corpse another check with her scouter, briefly entertaining the idea that the whole prophecy schtick was just cover to play opossum and she'd just plugged the girl into the most advanced auto-doc on the planet, but the scouter gave a determined beep and a goose egg for a reading. Good, one task down, now for the big one. As she took off again, she mentally repeated everything she felt she could comfortably deduce about Khol at this point. He had studied an entire race, gotten close to it, then exterminated it. But he wasn't battle thirsty, not naturally. He had ended up here, met up with other warriors, and unquestionably led to their levels rising. He trained them. He had pity for the weak and he wanted to increase the number of the strong. And he was currently _very_ upset that he had effectively killed his own family for nothing. That was pretty much everything. It was time to prepare for the show of her life.

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"Khol!" The voice wasn't a challenging battle cry, but a desperate shout for attention, laced with concern, perhaps for her fallen field commander. The woman that touched down was clearly Saiyan, but not like one he'd seen. She was blonde for one, and much smaller than he was, and her armor was oddly colored. Her eyes were wide like saucers. A medic maybe? Did Saiyan teams have medics? Not that he'd know, never having been on one. She certainly didn't look like much of a threat, or even posture herself as one. One arm came up over her endowed chest as if to catch her heart, or perhaps her breath, she looked like she'd hurried here.

"Khol, please!" she beseeched him desperately, submissively. "You've misunderstood his words! Please let me explain! Saiyans were sent to Terra to die ... because we didn't believe it could be taken! Such powerful people," and she seemed to think them so much more than her little self, "we've been conditioned for so long to prey on the weak that we became weak, ourselves. We thought it couldn't be done because we couldn't do it! If it's true ..." She stopped, took a breath, as if she questioned if she dared to consider such a possibility. "Oh, Khol, it's hard to even imagine, but if it's really true, then you've become so powerful! More powerful than the Elites! Please, Khol! Forgive us for our cowardice! We can't compete with you! Show us how we can become strong again!"
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Post by Kindredtown » Sat Sep 24, 2016 6:12 pm

Namori desperately made his way over to Khol. He had a feeling that if he didn't hurry things would have quickly gotten out of hand. If this new state of power proved to be a threat to innocent people and the planet then he'd do whatever he had to, to stop him. He'd only do it only if it came down to it. He'd rather this whole thing be solved without an issue. He didn't want to have to fight his friend. Not like this. "Kami, if it comes to it I'll do whatever it takes."

His words were audible enough for Taroga to hear behind him. What was a Kami? Or who, rather. It seemed like he was talking to someone but they were the only ones here and the earthling didn't have a scouter. He shook his head and decided not to worry about it. It probably wasn't important to him unless the guy was crazy and he gave his inner voice a different name. Then he and the other Saiyans would have two strong enemies to worry about. He was probably just overthinking. He didn't seem mentally unstable when they fought. Kami was probably just a friend of his that he promised to protect. Yeah, that had to be it.

Namori and Taroga arrived to the scene soon after Sakuranbo did and in mid speech. Taroga was relieved to see that she was still alive. He wouldn't tell her that though. But she wasn't with the Saiyans that she had been with. He turned his attention to the one she was addressing as Khol. Their new mission was to kill him but Sakuranbo didn't look like she intended to do that. She must have immediately realized they would have been able to and instead decided to talk him down and plead with him. He wasn't sure if he thought it would work but he didn't like the idea of begging.

Namori looked around and didn't spot Yuki. She should have been there by now. She was strong but he was starting to worry that one of the Saiyans had been able to take her out as impossible as it seemed. He recollected his fight with her in the tournament and how he had barely managed to beat her back then due to tournament rules. The amount of close calls he had. He was sure that she was okay. He couldn't keep his mind on her. He had to focus on this. He looked at Khol and this wasn't the same friend that he knew. Something had caused him to completely change in state. He wasn't sure if the female Saiyan's plan would work but her words caught his attention. How powerful were the Terrans for them to think they'd be unconquerable and was this immense power the one Khol used to commit mass genocide?

Namori didn't hesitate to step forward. Taroga almost reached out to stop him but he pulled his hand back. Namori walked to the side of the blonde Saiyan and looked to his friend. "Khol... Buddy, this isn't you. Not anymore. You saved me. You saved this planet. Imagine how pissed Bulma would be if we were later than we already are."
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Post by Darkblade » Fri Sep 30, 2016 3:01 am

Khol’s neck spasmed as he turned to face the newcomers, there was no recognition in his eyes. For his mind was not on Earth, nor at the present. Terra, he could still recall the scent of death in the air, and the screams. He had been the cause, their suffering had been his sucess, and now acknowledged by his people for naught.

“Kill.. all.. Terrans..”

The mantra he had spoken during that war started first as a whisper, but with each repetition he grew louder and his words were faster. While he was distracted by the revelation, the very programming that had instigated it was taking action. Pointing his left palm at the female and his right at the male saiyan his ki exploded out at them.

“Kill.. all..”

Khol seemed to vanish before he was infront of Namori, his knee driven into the human’s head to send him flying backwards. Then blinked away again this time appearing behind Raditz, who tried to turn and attack the out of control Khol with their right arm. Khol caught the attack effortlessly, there was a sickening crunch as the bones in the arm snapped as Khol threw the Saiyan commander towards the others. Their entire body spasmed as ki continued to billow from his body, arched back as they screamed an unintelligible noise to the sky.
Khol's three attacks hit for 6000, braced defense is not possible for the knee to Namori as he moved too fast to react
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Raditz managed to stop himself colliding with anyone, taking flight and surveying the situation. From what he’d gathered from there fight with Kures, this was certainly not Khol’s typical mentality. Sadistic attacks, and attempts to utterly destroy, no that was not the same person as the one who had rushed to catch their defeated opponent than watch them fall to a potential death. This wasn’t a natural state for an adult saiyan, to be acting under the influence of the conditioning implanted to ensure a child did their duty. It was the only explaination, Khol had never truly been free of the continued urge to kill Terrans. Which considering the length of time that message had likely been poking at their sanity, and the likely trauma of wiping out a species that raised them would warp their mind into percieving anyone as a Terran. Or it was just being indiscriminate, either way Khol was in a state that would make them far more dangerous than their power level.

“He’s still programmed, and likely seeing us as his target.”

He was also too powerful for them to face, even with the Earthling in tow. He’d have to ask why Taroga had brought them along, and where their fellow saiyans were. Perhaps they were too afraid to even come close to this power, true they’d not exactly been happy at the prospect of fighting the weaker state to begin with. In any case they had to deal with this before they went on a rampage, the very planet could end up getting destroyed. Even if he wasn’t exactly happy with the whole taking this planet, he couldn’t sit back and watch it get wiped out should Khol’s mental state continue to unravel.

“Double Sunday didn’t even scratch him, and right now I can’t even use that. We’re going to need to hit him with alot of power just to tire him out. Then we might snap him out of it, I know it’s a horrible plan and Earthling you might want to help out.”

His left hand clenched, charging his attack he’d need to put everything he had left into this. He was already pretty much on his last legs, but if it helped his kin survive he was more than willing to throw the rest of his power into the mix.

“Try not blowing up the planet, I rather not have to explain that to Vegeta.”

He waited for the others to charge their respective attacks, it was best they all try hitting Khol at once. It might even overcome that massive wall of ki they were pumping out. Well it was their best bet for doing so anyway, so when he was sure they were fully ready to commit to their attacks he launched his.

“Shining Friday!”

This time his pink ki ball was much larger and far more chaotic in shape, as he hadn’t bothered to waste energy giving it a more smooth shape. It would explode into Khol who hadn’t made a move to stop them, whether due to bravado or the conflict between the real Khol and their programming he knew not.

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