Zasho Hirugetsu
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 17, 2015 1:57:04 GMT
Five humans stood before the Saiyan, their bodies tensed and prepared to do battle. In contrast, Zasho Hirugetsu stood relaxed with that smirk etched across his handsome, albeit scarred features, an expression and state that was the norm for a fighting man of his kind. The boots at the end of his powerful legs were a cumbersome thing, as were the weighted gloves of the densest metallic threads, but the man refused to take them off. Against such odds, odds he could overcome with ease, a bit of a challenge was deliciously welcome. Already a human mouth poured blood, but the man stood resolute, the eldest among the five had been the first to try the conqueror in battle.
"Leave, thief," he ordered, his white beard bouncing with his speech as an almost imperceptible aura crackled around his form. The other four exuded no such visible ki, but two had come to the battleground by way of flight. The Saiyan lord chuckled at the statement, guessing the fighting power of the old man to be in the area of five hundred units, the other four sitting in the area of one hundred or below. Zasho cursed his current lack of scouter, his being destroyed with his wreck of a ship the day he had met Orache and Zucceta. Thankfully, he still had the ancient model that had belonged to his ancestors, but the malfunctioning thing was over two millenia old and would need repairs.
"Hand over your food and money, and I'll be gone," the Saiyan answered, his tail slashing the air like a furred whip behind him in his agitation. His coal eyes narrowed as the elder crouched lower, the crimson dribbling from his mouth as he beckoned his energies into an outstretched hand. The assembled pupils watched as their master decided to pursue battle. ". . .a splendid orb, human, but I'd suggest you do as I command," Hirugetsu offered, but truly, the Saiyan wished for nothing more. Perhaps the assembled five would give him a challenge before they died.
With a roar and movement, the old man launched his attack.
With a smirk crossing into a grin and another spurt of laughter, the Saiyan manifested his own flickering energy of the most beautiful cyan.
At the pivotal moment, the man named Zasho Hirugetsu extended his arm as the attack meant to strike him came within a meter, and wiped the crackling orb away with a wave of energy that completely overwhelmed the attack and continued onward. With a mental command, the Saiyan detonated his wave amongst the defenders of the poor village and sent their bodies tumbling.
The old man was launched backwards, as were his students, and as the bodies settled it was apparent at least one was dead, the other three unconscious, and only the strongest of the five stood to defend his warriors. Today would be a dark day, Zasho decided, as he set his legs to moving and began to cross the expanse between he and the elder.
"Last chance," the Saiyan offered. . .
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 17, 2015 2:31:09 GMT
What a beautiful day, Wyntre thought to herself. She, like usual, had a glass of fine wine in her hand, mostly transparent but it had a slight purple tinge. She took a sip of this wine and groaned nicely... this wine won #2 at the Annual Fine Wine and Cheeses Festival. It had a taste that was hard to place down, kind of like blood with some cinnamon, she also tasted what what similar to chocolate. It was no winder this wine got high up, but what could have possibly gotten #1? She must have it. Then again, she did partially choose their placement, as she was a special celebrity judge at said festival. She slightly remembered that wine... it had some weird drugs in it, nothing illegal. They turned sight to noise, noise to smell, smell to touch, touch to taste and taste to sight...
Aside from that, it created the most beautiful illusions you could ever hope to see. You could smell the most intoxicating smell the brain could ever thing to place, you could hear soothing music and pleasurable sensations all over your body. And then there was the taste... she must have more. It was simply... so good. Her train of thought, though, was interrupted by the pretty sight in front of her. Mount Paozu. It was such a beautiful sight from afar, especially at sunset, when the mountain top eclipses the native star. And then, another distraction. She looked down the edge, to the side, from her Hover-Chair. She saw six figures. So, slowly, she descended down to see what was happening as she checked their Power Levels. The most impressive was 10,579. Bah, pathetic. Whatever was happening down there, it could be solved by her intervention.
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Zasho Hirugetsu
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 17, 2015 20:27:33 GMT
The gentle hum of the machinery the frost demon sat within had not gone unnoticed by the keen ears of the Saiyan warrior standing before the assembled five, one amongst them slain already, and only the eldest among them standing to offer further battle. The Arcosian was quickly noted by the old master as well, and for the moment he held his position as his stance tensed. The Saiyan, however. . .
Stood unperturbed, relaxed and confident as he watched the old man before him, his nostrils taking in the scent of the creature behind him sitting like some fucking queen in the confines of her mechanical perch. A grin rippled across his features and held as he identified the creature, an Arcosian, a Frost Demon, a killer of Saiyans and by association, his greatest enemy. A female. A lizard bitch.
The coal eyes set upon his handsome, albeit scared face closed as a chuckle rippled up from his lungs, over his vocals, and out from his lips as Zasho Hirugetsu offered greeting. "This doesn't concern you, reptile," he extended, these humans were his to do what he wished, they had offered him battle and wished him death the moment he had touched down outside their tiny village and commanded the people within to supply him with food and currency. The lizard had no claim here, it was the right of the Saiyan to take what he wished, a privilege his by virtue of his strength.
No, this doesn't concern you, freak, Zasho thought to himself as his fists clenched and his anger rose. One of his greatest ancestors, he remembered, had been murdered by one of these Arcosians a thousand years prior. Rensou Hiruen had been his name, and for a moment the son of the Hirugetsu entertained spinning and offering battle then and there. Cyan shards rippled up around his form as his aura encircled him, his power sparking to his maximum.
But it can if you like, monster. . .
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 18, 2015 5:06:51 GMT
Wyntre descended to the earthen soil below to see the same six figures. Four of them where alive. Another one was dead. The last one could go either way, depending on the next few minutes. She could see his face (handsome yet rugged) and the anger on it. It was obviously a Saiyan. No other species could be so ignorant. She then watched on as he powered up in some kind of pathetic way of showing his territory, like cat piss or lizard throats. She double checked her scouter. This was the strongest one, obviously. Not including Wyntre, of course... she then spoke. It was a wispy, feminine, relaxed, sophisticated voice. Well I'm sorry to interrupt, but it looks like you're a thief and a murderer. Is that right, Mr. Human?" she asked, mentioning the main human willing to fight. "Apologies, I have yet to introduce myself. I am Empress Wyntre of Arcose."
Perhaps saying that would get her some respect. Probably not. She also wanted to correct him about her being a reptile. No, reptiles lay soft-eggs while Arcosian eggs are extremely hard. Only the strongest young have the power to make it out of the shells, and the weak ones sadly die inside their eggs, unable to break them. To avoid this, evolution has gifted some babies a genetic mutation; a gene that gives you a chest-nut shaped head to break free easily, like Kuriza, the sole child of Frieza Almighty. However, beyond two thousand years ago, this was seen as a cheat of strength and all children with this mutation where killed. However, when Frieza did not kill his son, Kuriza, it started a fashion to praise their children with this mutation, and names like 'Kurizataya' came up, meaning That of Kuriza. This all changed, however, when an extremist king got in, Wyntre's grand-father, who outlawed this children and exterminated this gene, probably to never return again. But then again, who knew?
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Zasho Hirugetsu
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 18, 2015 20:38:57 GMT
"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt, but it looks like you're a thief and a murderer," the filthy thing informed, and Zasho smirked as a bit of laughter rolled out from between his lips. Thief? At times, but the Saiyan considered his payment made. Hirugetsu had chosen to pay the blood price for the goods and zeni he would reap this day, and the group of humans had haggled with their fists, and one with his life. Atop the ground, several moaned in pain and agony, another screamed, and the eldest amongst them gritted his teeth. The elderly monk had no idea if friend or foe had arrived.
"Isn't that right, Mr. Human?" she said, her tongue slithering in her mouth. Poisonous. Zasho curled his nose at her scent, hating to taste the frost demon in the air. A pity he was forced to breathe to sustain his life, he decided. The Arcosian truly disgusted him, as well as the human she had apparently decided required her aid. An Arcosian lending her hand to help one of such weakness? Zasho lifted his arm and unleashed a bolt of energy from his fingertips and put it through the heart of the old man as his lips opened to speak.
The body fell to the ground in a heap.
Zasho's back was still to the female, his utter confidence causing him to feel no fear. The Saiyan was without scouter, could not sense ki, and had slain many Arcosians, amongst other races. Finally, he cast his head over his shoulder as he began to stride towards the humble dwellings before him so he might scavenge and loot what little food and zeni was within, but he was polite enough to address the one whom had identified herself as Wyntre.
"I think the pile is a little low, snake," he mused, stepping over one body and then another. A boot stomped down and ended the life of the screaming man.
"Leave, before I decide to add a lizard bitch to it," Zasho threatened, ready to gather his haul and make his way to the camp he and his comrades had set up on the outer edges of the desert, not far from here.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 19, 2015 4:28:43 GMT
How absolutely rude. It's examples like this that make the galaxy a worse off place. I'm sure you'd all agree; we'd all be better off without the Saiyans. So Wyntre was to imprison them and teach them a better way with diplomacy, one that didn't involve smearing your enemies with your excrement as they have been known to do. But, some are stuck in their ways. They cannot be changed. This one is probably in that sorting area... that pile of 5h!t. This Saiyan certainly was very rude, she may have to beat that trait out of him. But perhaps that'd be like rubbing vinegar into a wound to make it feel better... which gave her an idea to what she was to do in her torture of his young strappin' stupid simian lad. "Double homicide, theft, indecent exposure and horrid smell. You're right, it's not all too much, except for the latter, but a law is a law. Normally I'd 'call the cops', but I know they wouldn't do any damage. I see the lack of a scouter on you, so I'd tell you myself. You currently sit at 10,579. I currently stand at 25,798, and that's not even a smidgen of my true power."
She then heard his statement about the 'Lizard Bitch' as she smirked, gently laughing to herself. "A Saiyan like yourself, with your demented sense of honor and pride, you of all people should know that suicide isn't the way."
Her laugh tripled in noise, just enough for Zasho to catch ear (in other words, to hear it). Perhaps now he'd know how truly stuffed up he is. He doesn't stand a chance, even if it was a Full Moon. Which it isn't. This was quickly becoming a battle of the egos... "So how about you be a good monkey and come quietly?"
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Zasho Hirugetsu
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 19, 2015 18:47:17 GMT
The disgusting, stinking frost demon prattled on, and Zasho kept his attentions focused on the task at hand. The creature had offered no resistance, simply spat words with that slithering tongue and continued to make threats, but she never acted, not once. The Arcosian, like many of their kind, was a coward, of that the Saiyan was certain. Hirugetsu smirked as a few choice words caught his attention, and he finally turned to face the sickening, frog-like thing laughing pompously upon her pampered ass in that moronic chair.
"I don't know where you purchased that scouter, toad," he chuckled, shaking his head at the hopelessness of the Arcosian's situation, "but you'd best return it, it's quite clearly broken," and that chuckle silenced as the Saiyan stared into the eyes of the snake, the casual demeanor dissipated and replaced with a visage of grim confidence.
Zasho Hirugetsu's own scouter had been broken when his pod had smashed into the packed dunes of the desert not far from this very mountain, and the ancient heirloom that his father had bestowed upon him, and his father before him, as far back as a millenia, was only capable of garbling rubbish and static. Therefore, the Saiyan had no idea of his own fighting power, beside the fact that it was far below ten thousand with the heavy gloves and boots upon his feet, the pairs themselves weighing thousands of pounds of densely sewn metallic fibers.
With that in mind, the Saiyan decided this Arcosian had no idea about her own fighting strength, and neither did he. Honestly, the warrior cared little whether the lizard was stronger than he.
"Listen, Wiener, whatever, I've killed many Arcosians. Weaker, stronger than I, it made no -fucking- difference," Zasho declared, his whites flashing between his lips. Patience was clearly running thin and the situation was at a precipice where violence would surely ensue.
"You're all nothing but slithering things, hissing and spitting, unskilled and untested, borne into strength you don't deserve," the son of the Hirugetsu snarled, his fingers flexing within the gloves once, twice, before they finally settled into clenched fists.
"And worse, you never know how to use it!"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 20, 2015 3:22:07 GMT
Oh wow, Wyntre didn't know it was physically possible to be so stupid. This guy many times more stupid than her brother, Frigid, and he literally, yes, literally, had minus IQ points. Don't even ask me how that's possible. And yet, somehow, there are always the monkeys. They procreate, throw their excrement at enemies and then teach their children how to, too. This is scientific fact. The gods must have some sick sense of humor, too, if they think giving brainless gorillas some decent power would be funny. You know, fun fact, there had been peace between the Arcosians and the Saiyans for a while. Guess what happened? Yeah, you got it. The Saiyans ignorantly attacked on, like the idiots they are. It's only recently that the Arcosians weren't as polite and saw that the Saiyans had been murdering them under a false facade of peace, and so they fought back. You may think this is false propaganda, but, sadly, it is not. If the Saiyans somehow manage to kill off all of the rightfully-superior Arcosians, then chaos will be everywhere. Many rebellions will be started by Saiyans who want Kinghood for themselves and the entire galaxy would be sent into shit-smearing anarchy. This isn't a theory. This is a prophecy.
Wyntre hated Saiyans for a reason. Not all Saiyans, mind you, only the ignorant, greedy, aggressive ones. Correction, all of them. He claimed that her scouter was broken. Laughing to herself, again, she pressed a button on her Hover-Chair as it's front portion slid away into the sides, it stayed into place as Wyntre slowly descended on the stupid monkey. "Would you like to test that theory? You couldn't kill an Arcosian infant, not even a Suppressed one."
Wyntre... oh, she hated Saiyans alright. For the pain that they have caused her. If the galaxy had half of it's right-mind, it'd see her as a heroic savior. She was many times his power. So, if he wanted to come out of this unscathed, he better come along nicely.
If the Saiyans take over, there would be no permanent King. Lordships would last mere hours. There would be no proper ruler and everyone would kill everyone else if they had different views. Civilized technology would stop advancing, instead it would slowly decline. Eventually, after all of the conflict, they'd be Cavemen again, like what they where with the Tuffles, spread across the stars. But this time the Arcosians wouldn't let them on their feet. They won't fall for it this time around. You see, they're too smart for that. They're dead. And there it is, the universe left in the dark. Ignorant, stupid, aggressive and clueless. Jealousy will make temporary pacts, killing the genetically superior, as, eventually, the Saiyans will lose all culture and will be degraded to near-human Power Levels. I wish this wasn't a theory, I really do. But no, this is a potential, a very likely, outcome. A sudden burst of anger escaped Wyntre.
"You couldn't make a scratch. Are you aware of the blackness that follows you? The gods gave us power so we will rule over the inferior races. We could create order and happiness. The legends tell of an evil Golden God, who created his people to be dark inbred monkeys who created ignorance, aggression and stupidity. You. The story goes, we gave you the chance to be civil. But you threw your shit at us instead. You hated us, but don't worry. Now, the feeling is mutual. You could have been great, but rather you snivel in the darkness and think yourself gods. Well I'm here to remove the facade you brought upon yourselves. You talk about knowing how to use your power... bah. You don't even know the meaning of the word. I hope you do, and maybe then you'd start the path to sentience. So, one last time." "Come." "Quietly."
((Sad, true stuff.))
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Zasho Hirugetsu
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 20, 2015 4:15:29 GMT
The lizard moved that disgusting tongue within the confines of reptilian jaws once more, for what seemed an endless amount of time. Fingertips bit deep into the palms of Zasho Hirugetsu, the weighted gloves preventing the bloody wounds that would have certainly manifested were those aforementioned adornments tossed aside. Beneath his heavy boots, the dust rippled up as cyan sparked to life. The toad queen boasted, insulted, and those words would never be forgotten and would not go unpunished, the son of the Hirugetsu clan promised himself. She threatened and ordered he, a Saiyan of an elite and noble bloodline?! Teeth bared in bestial fashion as the murderer listened, his patience peeling away like the grass and dirt beneath his feet as his formidable fighting strength billowed around him in those jagged displays of luminescent light.
The sounds of the forest around him halted as two mortal enemies whom would undoubtedly struggle for combative supremacy were made in the ensuing moments in the grand scheme of time. T'was but a continuation of the hatred between Saiyan and Arcosian, a racial war that had stretched millenia, and Zasho Hirugetsu would not stop until the bones of the snakes were bleached white upon the dirt of whatever world he found them on, his dark eyes glinting as the sun reflected off the cold, merciless hues above his scar and bared teeth. Dark locks waved to-and-fro with each rhythmic pulse of his aura, the display bearing the same color of one of his most famed ancestors.
"Allow me to educate you before you die, snake," Zasho began, his knuckles popping and the hide upon them whitening beneath the gloves.
"I am Zasho Hirugetsu, a Saiyan, a warrior born of the joining of Onia Koregutsu and Tsuken Hiruen," he declared, his energies lashing out and sending the closest crumpled body tumbling away before it folded in the most unnatural position, bloodied, broken, and devoid of life at his whim.
"A thousand years ago, an Arcosian King a thousand times your better sought to subjugate our people, to use our strongest, enslave our weakest!" Zasho snarled, his teeth baring as he drank in his vicious display of strength. The history of his warrior race had been the subject the boy excelled in during his younger years in the Elite academy, and he recalled his teachings without a pause. Nay, vibrant and passionate were his words!
"The father of Tsuken, Rensou Hiruen, rose up to face him. Touketsuki Yakedo declared my ancestor a weakling, killed his lover despite the arrangements of sacred combat, and felt his wrath ten-fold for his transgression! Touketsuki Yakedo defeated my predecessor that day, but he left my home bruised and beaten. Cowed. Shamed before his men, to think, the Arcosian King matched by a mere 'monkey,'" and as that word slipped past his lips, Zasho Hirugetsu took a step forward.
A second step was taken, severing the expanse between them to mere feet. The Saiyan, like the grand majority of his fighting race, was without an inkling of accursed fear.
"Despite his shameful attempt, the Arcosian King persisted," Zasho continued, focusing his energies as he continued to teach the lizard bitch standing brazenly before the beast to alight two tiny sparks beside him. Hirugetsu, unlike most Saiyan, hardly toyed with those whom stood against the tsunami that was his greatness. Like a wave, it would collect and multiply until it destroyed everything that foolishly lay in his path.
Zzzzt.
"And so the father of Onia Koregutsu, King Boliko, took the fight to your homeworld and sought battle with the Arcosian, Touketsuki. Outclassed by the Saiyan monarch, the frost demon sought to destroy your homeworld to secure his own victory," and as the hissed words emanated, the twin spheres of the Hiruen clan manifested into existence and began to revolve around the energy center of Zasho. Those very weapons had been used against the one known as Yakedo a millenia prior in several encounters, and always incited fear in his heart. Zasho relished in the idea of spilling Arcosian blood with them once again!
"Thus, the General Rensou Hiruen and the King Boliko Koregutsu answered his attack with a combined assault of their own, and wiped the stain of the monster away," Zasho took a final step, his face close enough to taste the foul breath of his hated enemy against the buds of his tongue. A wry smile spread across his rugged features whilst his spheres whirled brilliantly.
"Go. Go before I educate you further, snake!" commanded the blood of a proud line of Arcosian slayers, the hair 'pon the back of his thick, muscular neck bristling and his teeth baring.
Run away with that slippery tail between coward's legs before I begin the work my ancestors should have started long ago, wiping you and your kind away and removing your stain from the universe!
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 20, 2015 5:04:26 GMT
Bah! What a petty fool? What kind of complete idiot would believe such nonsense. She gently laughed through-out the entire story. These names, she had been well familiarized with. It is only an old fable, though, changed with time. "Stupid Simian fool. That is a nice story, I must admit, but I detect a large quantity of COMPLETE AND UTTER BULLSHIT in it. The story is obviously false, for a Saiyan could never defeat an Arcosian. But what we say is mute, is it not? It's obvious enough you think you can take me. So I'll be generous and give you the knowledge of how completely wrong you are... do you want to know what happened, really? Or is the truth too dangerous for you to handle? I know of that fable, too. So here's what really happened: Rensou's lover wasn't killed, it's probable that she betrayed him for Touketsuki and was murdered while leaving. Touketsuki entered in his True Form and destroyed him immediately," she said, now ceasing in her flight to put her two feet on the ground. "Boliko, as well, was nowhere near the might of Arcose. He died within the minute. You tell your children these false legends, this propaganda, so that they'd resist justice and be stupid, just like their fathers before them. The Saiyans where destroyed for their sins. Touketsuki was a benevolent, loving ruler, who gave the Saiyans jobs, prosperity and technology. But you, the Saiyans, they shat on it. That's all your good for. So, even now, you're refusing my generous gifts to tell me your false stories. But we could go on forever, exchanging pleasantries. For now, I have some corruption to clean."
She had gotten in another battle position, now cackling when she rechecked his pathetic Power Level. He couldn't harm an infant, yet alone her, in any form. And, so she charged directly at him. She was happy in the knowledge that he was scared, even if it might not be true, and that no matter what, even if those preposterous false stories where, somehow, true, she was going to win today. She was going to make the universe a better place by destroying the root of all evil, the monkeys. She was going to rid us all of them. This is a serious question, and it deserves a serious answer; Where would we be without the Saiyans? Well, I'll tell you...
We'd all be happy. Technology would be evenly shared. Food, water, medicine. Everyone will have it. No greed. No ignorance. No aggression. The perfect world. Omnultopia. If only the Saiyans... if only they Saiyans where out of the picture. The world would be a happy place, and she wouldn't need to do what she's about to do... she rushed forwards, flying, towards the Simian Bastard, and aimed a punch straight in the noggin'. "You are the source of all evil. You are the reason the galaxy is in turmoil. You are the reason people needlessly die when they call out for aid. If you survive this encounter, you will surely tell your friends of how horrid I was evil and cruel, but that is only through the eyes of a deceiver, through your eyes! For I am righteous in killing you. I am the hero of this story. And you are the cruel, evil, witch bitch."
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 21, 2015 3:05:23 GMT
A smirk traversed the impatient and scarred features, whilst gorgeous flecks of onyx glinted within the whites with a rising lust for blood and battle. From between those reptilian jaws, a geyser of ludicrous words had begun to explode forth, the aquifer from which they erupted a well of lies. The annoyed, disbelieving expression etched across the handsome features of the Saiyan, bathed in his cyan fires, was one paid for a thousand fold, as if some vast sum of interest had accrued.
The truth this fool was spouting was, certainly, too much for Zasho to withstand.
Darkness became his vision as heavy lids closed over those eyes of coal. Lines manifested as the tailed killer clenched them shut, an effort to stifle the oncoming wave of emotion, the feeling so tangible inside the digesting organ within him, the physical body shuddered visibly in response. The face of the man had become wrenched, a byproduct of the horrible, damning story the lizard queen laid out, and two tiny sparkles of liquid seeped at the corners before they accumulated. The body heaved simultaneously with a fresh roll of tears.
"Please, stop!" Hirugetsu gasped, the shades pulling away as he looking into the eyes of Wynter, that request of his evidently sincere.
". . .so, even now, you're refusing my generous gifts to tell me your false stories," she continued, the request of the Saiyan unrespected.
It was far too much.
The floodgates creaked open, their doors opening slowly at first as something audible accompanied the speech of the snake. Still, she persisted, and the tsunami of emotion poured forth and caused the Saiyan to double over with beautiful release, and one hand reached to wipe those rivulets of water away while the other clenched his roiling stomach.
"AHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAAHAHAHA!" Zasho exclaimed, the release of his booming laughter silencing what remained of the idiocy the tiny creature was continuously bombarding him with. Wyntre spoke, believing every false thing she spat, and Zasho struggled to regain his composure. For all his years, the Saiyan could not recall a single creature more misguided and wrong as this one.
The creature finished, and the thunderous laughter subsided for a moment. Instead, the volume of the expression had decreased to a mere chuckle as Zasho lifted his bowed head and imagined this fool dressed in motley, with a jester's cap atop her head and her three-pronged foot with a bell tinkling on every dark claw.
Then, the jester of Arcose performed yet another act to double the Saiyan over once again. During the duration of his eduction, Zasho had closed the distance between he and the thing bearing hilarious japes, and now, of all the things, Wyntre chose to part ways with the grass and loam beneath her and approach even closer. All the while, the laughter echoed through the forest.
With all the primp and pomp of a supposed Arcosian queen, the multicolored lizard majestically darted forward a few inches and delivered the shortest strike Zasho Hirugetsu would have ever seen, had his eyes been directed towards Wyntre, and moreso, actually open to behold the silly display.
The short, comical strike smashed into the top of Hirugetsu's undefended, unprepared dome and immediately bowled him backwards. With weights bearing down on his physical ability, the man displayed a power level that was but an actual fraction of his true fighting strength, and thus encumbered, he was unable to regain himself as a new sensation traversed the organ beneath hair, hide, and bone.
Back, back he flew, the uncontrollable laughter still controlling him fully.
"AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAARRRGH!" the son of Kusai Hirugetsu boomed, that reaction of his punctuated by a growl as his body impacted a monastery some ten meters from where Wyntre stood, the heavy musculature of the Saiyan careening through the outer wall and destabilizing the entire structure.
Zasho recoiled heavily against the inner wall, shaken to the sudden realization that the Arcosian bitch was, perhaps, truthful of her fighting might. Pain and disbelief swarmed the head and thinking mind before Hirugetsu finally rationalized how exactly the jester had struck him with such awesome force.
Retard strength!, Zasho decided, and the laughter began anew. The building surrounding him buckled, beautifully stained panes of glass-work shattering under the unsteady weight.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ! !" he cackled, the tears flowing from his eyes not from pain, but with the entertaining fiasco that had befallen him this day.
. . .and then, the monastery collapsed around him, stifling his laughter.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 21, 2015 3:42:22 GMT
Wyntre only laughed to herself, in the way that Arcosians had for generations upon end. It was a quiet, malicious laugh. She pressed a button on her scouter, creating a video. The world will see how pitiful the Saiyans really are... was this one so utterly moronic and brain-dead that he literally laugh and scoff at the truth? Truly, a testament of the Saiyans inability to comprehend reason or logic. There was another part of the story, she remembered vaguely. Something about a Serori. She didn't remember that all too well, though, something about... she stopped herself there and changed her minds current topic to the Saiyan at hand. What a pitiful brute he was... truly pathetic. If only he had bigger brain muscles. Perhaps then he'd use them. Wyntre, though, was completely oblivious to the destruction around her. The monasteries and building fell to the ground. Walls where shattered by this monsters rage. He's only adding to his crime, the runt. "Property damage, too. You're quite the criminal, Mr. Monkey Scum. So I am to assume you're giving up now?"
She laughed to herself. He was only screaming and laughing, a pathetic mix. Did the fool think he stood a chance? Or is he just crying for mommy? The mother he'd probably murdered, knowing the Saiyans. Her punch, of course, was a success. Did anyone expect anything else? Truly pathetic. What was he trying to do? Turn Super Saiyan? BAH! He truly was pathetic. His power meant nothing in comparison to hers. The monastery was falling down around them, but Wyntre didn't care. She was too busy in the moment, recording. Would he just shut up? Oh god he's never going to stop... Yawning to herself, she looked over to the screaming, or laughing (It's hard to tell with Saiyans) Monkey Filth. "Done yet?"
Stupid Saiyans. I mean, really? This petty laughing is doing nothing. She confidently smiled over to him, knowing well that he couldn't harm her. "Well, from your idiotic stupor, I'd take it that you want me to explain more true things, like how the original King Vegeta was simple a clans-member that people liked, the 'Super Saiyan' legend is a false camp-fire story made up of bullshit and all Saiyans are no better than poop-spraying monkeys, and by continuing to be as EXTREMELY stupid you are right now, you merely prove my point. So, how about you stop his pathetic weakness of yours. I assume you'd no longer want to come quietly, so, as the saying goes, uhblo uhbablee bleeblah."
((It means 'Let's get down to business' according to Funanimation Frieza in his native language.))
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 23, 2015 1:18:17 GMT
The jester of Arcose persisted in her long-winded ways, spilling her lies. Wyntre spoke of a king long dead, declaring his throne one of popular support...and for a moment she had spoken sense. A Saiyan was crowned through overwhelming acceptance, as it was a long-standing custom for the strongest amongst them to rule, but like all things, her sense came to an abrupt end as she wandered back to her ideas of the finer merits of shit slinging. Her words mimicked her actions, a constant stream of shit, unending and ripe with stench; they had not yet ceased to spill from her reptilian craw.
The crumbled monastery of the monks strewn around her offered no reply, and Wyntre proceeded to ignore several whom still resided within the realm of the living.
As Wyntre began to babble even more unintelligibly than before, a cyan light lanced up and out from the accumulation of destruction. With a roar, the Saiyan unleashed a pulse of energy from every pore and stood, freed from his rocky prison.
"Uhblo uhbablee, bleeblah!" the clown, her coloration one of motley, informed.
Dark tresses swung to-and-fro with every luminescent throb of the cyan surrounding Zasho, those very strands matted with blood where the thing had struck him. No anger showed upon his calm visage, the beckons of combat soothing him as if he were a babe to breast. Only a Saiyan, a creature bred for such encounters, could truly be so relaxed when faced with mortal confrontation. A red rivulet rolled from amongst the scarlet upon the scalp, snaking down the bridge of the nose before it trickled off the tip. Some dust from the collapse of the building remained upon the skin and armor of the man, but most had been blasted away when Zasho executed his kiai.
Sighing, the Saiyan smirked. "You're the first half-wit to ever strike me," he stated, the retarded strength of the moronic creature almost as impressive as the idiocy it spouted.
Two identical sparks simultaneously crackled, the cyan lending several million particles of ki to compress into the spinning spheres that were the Tsurunoha once again. Once their formation was complete, the two condensed spheres pressed at the top of each heavy boot as the warrior stepped out of them. With a powerful roll of his wide shoulders and a lash of each arm, his gloves were flung sideways a short distance before gravity brought them crashing down.
Thunk!
Barefooted he stood, and his oft-broken fingers curled in all their calloused crookedness to form fists. With his posture loose and his stance side on, his left arm forward and low whilst the right cocked to add power to whatever counter-strike this silly thing offered. A smile and a nod beckoned the frost demon onward to battle as the spheres spun and the blood from the first strike landed dripped.
"Care to give it another go, lizard bitch?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 23, 2015 4:06:36 GMT
What a fool he seriously was. His blind ignorance has lead him no-where. Truly, his failure to recognize the truth had not gone unnoticed, and she was was sure that when he where to die, he would go straight down to hell. While those on the righteous side who actually care for the well-being of the universe, like Wyntre, would go to heaven where she would meet the Legends of Old, like Frieza, Cooler, and Kuriza the mighty. Why did people like this have to exist though? They're the devils abominations. The monastery fell down from around them and numerous bits of rubble fell down of Wyntre, but they merely fell down, some where sent flying merely from touching her. The pathetic monkey, as that is what he was, had used a strange technique to become free of the large amounts of rubble that might have become his tomb, and Wyntre was happy. She just hoped his hearing was good enough to have heard her interesting facts and definite truths over the extremely loud noise of him screaming, laughing and throwing his shit about.
She mostly ignored the monks, some of which still held upon their lives and prayed to whatever god they worship(p?)ed. Whatever it was, it was likely a sick rendition of Frieza Almighty, corrupted through the humans greedy eyes to become an object to accumulate followers and power. Truly sick. But she didn't kill any of the remaining monks, no, they had done little wrong. They where only sheep following the herd, and she was sure the Saiyan was to kill them. However, at the moment, as she calculated, he was in for a few life sentences, and if he killed a few more, a Death Sentence. She then heard his sentence about her being a half-wit as she scoffed and laughed in his face as if she was told an ant lifted the Eiffel Tower. "You're kidding right? I have an IQ of 142, and therefore a genius. You, on the other hand, are likely somewhere in between 50 and 70. By now regards am I a half-wit, and for next time you may want to show some evidence. Think about this simple statement: 'Perhaps I have this power because I am entitled to it? Perhaps you are so naturally ignorant because you where created as a curse upon reality'. I can help, you know. I can educate."
Then, suddenly, two orbs of ki, cyan in color, appeared around him. She did not know their exact purpose, but they where obviously meant for fighting. Perhaps their roles will swap, with him teaching her of her purpose, and, god forbid, she can put her fingers in her ears and pretend she's not listening. She laughed at her joke, knowing she'd never be ignorant to information. She never wastes an opportunity to get stronger. As usual, the ignorant, overly-aggressive Saiyan chose the fighting path. Of course. Sighing to herself, she merely scoffed. Did he think he stood any part of a chance? The Saiyans where more self-misguided than she originally thought. She didn't even need to make physical contact to win, it would be that easy. So, barely putting in any effort, she merely pointed at his abdomen. Nothing more to it. Did he realize how quickly this would be over if she merely aimed at his heart and shot a simple Death Beam? Truly pathetic. However, she wasn't to do that. He had to pay for mass murder, damage to property, theft and indecent fashion sense. "I keep on thinking you're trying to find a way out of your miserable life by angering me. It's not going to work, you know. I'm only going to make you pay for the crimes that you evidently had committed. But, obviously, you won't come quietly. So I'll play along and beat you to a pulp."
And then she shot the Death Beam, a powerful compact red beam came from her finger, and, if he didn't move, it would purposely hit just below his heart. A warning. "I easily could have killed you then, but I missed on purpose. So, now that you've seen some of my actual power, how about, you hand yourself over."
Wait, did he ask him to come quietly again? Oh wow, it's like the Goku Frieza fight in reverse. Perhaps she'd just keep asking for him to come without a fight even more, just to piss him off.
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 24, 2015 0:18:11 GMT
The recognition of truth had arrived the moment the jester of Arcose had accelerated inches forward, thrashed outward with her fist, and planted the thing firmly into the peak of Zasho's skull. Hide had gone asunder under her tremendous force, the strength of the short, awkward blow enough to blast his body backwards with enough force to propel his chiseled mass through a wall of stone and mortar. The impact of the Saiyan's heavy structure against the opposite wall had caused the building to cascade down around him, a tragedy that would have killed a lesser being.
Zasho knew very well her advantage in the realm of battle power.
Following her show of impressive strength, the half-wit lizard had proceeded to weave an intricate tale of falsities against the Saiyan race, her words and demeanor certain that every bit of garbage gargling from her gullet was the absolute truth.
. . .to the pile of ruined monastery.
If the Arcosian knew even the slightest about Saiyans, she would have been very much aware that the noise reception of the aforementioned race was only average in comparison to the myriad of species to inhabit the four quadrants.
With the twins circling him, Zasho maintained his loose positioning. A warrior of a lower class amongst his people, perhaps, would have rushed head-long into the beating this talkative thing could deliver, but Hirugetsu's own mindset was one of discipline. From the moment he had crawled, the youngster had been subjected to combat exercises and physical trials. A man of twenty seven years in the prime of the Saiyan life-span, the technical prowess of the last Hirugetsu could never be overstated, and his physical capability was at a pinnacle.
It would suddenly become clear that this warrior was a Saiyan amongst Saiyans, standing head and shoulders above the general populace. Whereas most pushed themselves to exhaustion, Zasho Hirugetsu pushed himself to the point of expiration, stared death coolly in the eye, and surged forward again. Trials against those stronger than himself were a common occurrence, those bouts of intense and challenging nature his preference.
A multitude of facts began to course through the lightning-fast fighting mentality of Zasho.
She's lifting her arm, the Saiyan noted, ever vigilant. The bitch had not come forward by way of flight or foot, nay, she's preparing a ki attack.
The single digit pointed, and like an accomplished scribe Zasho paid attention to every easily deciphered movement, reading the ink upon the parchment as he had done for his entire existence within the realms of mortals. A condensed beam, meant for my chest, he decided, the second portion of information derived from years of battle. Despite the distance, Zasho had observed men and women in offensive movement countless times. Of her aim, he was certain.
The lance of crimson fired out, too fast for his eyes to follow. The eyes mattered not, before the beam had ever fired the Saiyan had begun to react. The leading left of his stance swung outward, and the driving foot swung backward and in, the back and hips bending as the turning retreat reached finality. The entire movement was meant to evade the incoming impalement.
Ah, but the Saiyan was wizened by his years of fighting peers who's power far exceeded his own. Zasho took no chance with his life, for before his muscular frame had begun to move, a sphere had ceased to revolve just before the left portion of his breastplate. Perfectly aligned with the attack was the second stanza of his defensive effort.
The Death Beam punched through the orb, and it slowed immediately as it coursed through the compacted sphere. T'was a necessary thing, Zasho would find, as he felt the spear drag across the right side of his armor, the pectoral beneath nearly caught in the attack.
"You telegraph, Arcosian clown," Hirugetsu informed, his left and right legs repositioning to resume the stance he had shown seconds before. Unfazed and very unimpressed, he sighed.
"Perhaps a feint, eh? Throw a ki blast or three, get me moving, take advantage of my momentum as you should have done the moment I moved. In movement, mistakes are found, and easily capitalized on," as Zasho had shown. Should the jester take note, she might find herself wiser this day.
"I was more skilled than you by my tenth moon. I'd be long dead if I fought like you," for unlike the frost demon, Zasho had actually faced challenges. He smirked, almost certain this thing was used to beating untested underlings. Arcosians were always born into strength.
"Again, yeh?" he chuckled, mockingly taking the role of master whilst Wyntre played the pupil.
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