Prince Luffa
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 10, 2015 17:53:32 GMT
Luffa sneered. “You think my family rises or falls because of some list in your dusty library? Bone Moon House’s fortunes were written in blood, and they fell from the heights during glorious combat! When my House rises once again, guided by my hand, it will be raised by my might, not by your words.”
His dark eyes widened at Icarus’s explanation. “You… you’re a Tuffle? The slavers of my people? Preposterous! What in the hell is happening?” He growled in despair, yelling into the sky with a bright kiai coalescing around him before Luffa charged the blue-skinned scientist, intent on destroying him. “Die!!!” He yelled, throwing out a tightly-coiled kick that was intended to shatter his pompous blue head into a hundred pieces.
It wasn’t Icarus’s sniveling protests that halted Luffa’s advance. It was the extreme signals his scouter was receiving. The last number he read was over one million before the software crashed, powering down to save the scouter from exploding with energy. He froze in midair, his jaw dropped, his eyes strained wide as he twisted on his heel towards the fighting between Zucceta and Vennel. His whole body shook in terror and disbelief.
A bright auric aura rippled around Vennel, shining like a star. Her hair had flared into a shimmering gold, and her eyes blazed an unnatural blue. “Super Saiyan?” He gasped, lowering himself slowly to the ground. He collapsed to his knees, breathing sharply in panic. Tears welled in his eyes. “But… but I’m the Super Elite.” He dug his fingertips into the stone floor of the courtyard, piercing the ground. “They’re just a bunch of dirt-eaters.” He said quietly, staring blankly at the stone. “I’m a Prince, a Lord...” He whispered. He thought of his friendless childhood of intense, scarring training, and all the planets he’d destroyed, all the people he’d wasted just to prove himself to his ancestors and to the Empire. He was supposed to be the shining sword, not them! He started to laugh through the tears, his weeping punctuated by fits of shaking.
The rest of the world, all the fighting, melted away into obscurity. There was only Luffa, his thoughts, and the stone beneath him. He began to crack the stone with his fists, demolishing the ground beneath him, twisting its pristine flat surface into ruinous craters. He hated it, and everything it held up. The stone was the foundation of everything that oppressed him. Everything that had trapped him. Created him. He’d destroy it all. A clean sweep, like they did on the siege worlds. Yes… Leave nothing left.
He growled loudly and threw a knifehand into the stone, enough to drive a large fissure in it that reached the façade of the Palace. It wasn’t enough. It was hateful material, that would require much more energy to destruct.
“Heh heh heh! Yes, that’s it! I’ll become a Super Saiyan too! I’ll kill them all! I’ll crack this whole impossible Universe to pieces!” He exclaimed loudly, throwing himself up into the bright pink sky of Vegeta. “Great ancestors, give me the power! Unleash your royal spirits upon me!” He cried, “Eeeeaaahhhhh!!!” A bright blue kiai smoldered around the child, burning intensely in the sky. He was mad with anger, with fear, and with hate. “Give me the power of the Super Saiyan!!!” He was burning his ki at a prodigious rate, and if he continued he might very well pass out or explode.
(Little Luffa is havin a bad day XD ) [KP: 2/3]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2015 19:09:14 GMT
"I am indeed a Tuffle... surprised you actually know that, Most seem to have forgotten. An got dammit we did not enslave you you fools. You think what you want you stole and enslaved our people! Invaded our planet and made it hard for childhoods like mind to even grow up without fear of destruction." But his words were cut off as his eye brought up a little screen only visible to him arrows pointing to get him to turn around and witness a growing power level. Like hovering holographic numbers before his eyes. Again none of it was really there for other to analyze it was merely a function of the eye for how he interfaced with the read outs and data that came through. Vennel when he looked had become stronger in appearance. Golden like a god and power and her power was over a million. My gods was power like this possible? The mere idea saiyans had something like this as well as those ape forms to rely one was terrifying and yet beautiful in its own way. He had to on a medical and scientific level admire the growth of a race an what their magnificent bodies could achieve.
"My Kais... She really is the queen to be." Fear and excitement rushing him to his core as he smiled watching her closely The droids taking a safe distance but Icarus himself looked on with his own eyes. A little in gasp of his friend and the way she moved and appeared in this form. It was quite simply breathtaking. Like a beautiful horror. Much more fitting for a name such as lady death presently. If she killed she could always take it as her own he supposed. He'd turn his gaze back to Luffa Ica was more stuck in surprise and sweating a cold sweat but Luffa was full on in rage mode. Icarus could see he wasn't handling this well and seemed to be truly taking this hard. "Super saiyan..." He muttered hearing the words, He' read the legend an various stores about it in the archives. Various old legends stored he believed it was filed next to something to do with peaches. Saiyans were bad at filing and he was still working to reorganize all the archives.
Icarus almost took his leave at the moment but the destruction of the ground and cracking was endangering many as well nearly reaching the palace. Structural damage had to be avoided given repairs had just been finished in most places from Vennels own take over. He'd approach behind Luffa rifling in his pocket and removing a small case popping out a capule that within it had another case removing a single syringe before re capsulizing it back and slipping it back in his pocket. He'd try to carefully from behind hover to the boy and make a attempt to quickly stick teht hing in the back of his neck. The medicine would likely help calm his nerves and relax. He didn't want to just run off... No matter how much he disliked this boy he was still just a boy. As a soldier... well old soldier given how long ago the war was. He saw too many bad things involving kids. Something in him at least wanted to help like his old medical military surgeon and medic days. However on the return if it worked he'd also snag a bit of blood on the return if it worked. "Calm yourself... This no way for a elite respected as you act... Just breathe try to relax and take this in... Use it to get stronger don't let it devour you..." It felt strange giving aid to a Saiyan that wasn't Radasha or Vennel... Maybe some of them just grew on him in a sick way given his own people were long since gone to to the sands of time.
the ages.
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 10, 2015 22:52:25 GMT
My knife it's sharp and chrome Come see inside my bones - Deftones, knife prty Lady Death's foe had just managed to get away from her crushing grip, with all of her might. The seething blade slipped past the space where Vennel's hand had been, in the perfect position to re-direct it for the successful lunge. The ki, sharp as a hundred thousand daggers, slips with ease between Vennel's armour and strikes her flesh, before easily pushing through her gut muscle and piercing the intestinal lining of her innards. She holds the razor in place for seconds upon seconds, the ki seething and surging acting almost like a chainsaw, before she pulls the blade away, blood spraying up her remaining natural arm, and Vennel begins to fall backwards from Zucceta's intended finishing blow.
Zucceta watches as the queen begins to gather speed from her fall. They had risen much higher in combat than she had anticipated, but she had little doubt Vennel would be barely damaged by the fall itself. She considers trying to catch the flailing body before it hits the ground and decides against it. Pride was a powerful thing for most saiyans, Zucceta included, and she didn't want to humiliate a potential ally's more than necessary, though she was aware Vennel might never forgive her if Zucceta managed to win this fight, and Lady Death wondered if she could forgive the current Queen if the reverse occurred.
She watches, repressing a sympathetic wince, as, a quarter-mile below, the Queen explodes into Cacumber's pavement, concrete and debris shuddering up and bruising nearby spectators. Vennel staggered up from her back, before collapsing back down on her front. Zucceta can't help but smile. The fight was surely finis-
The would-be sovereign watches as her main rival manages to rise once more from the ground, Vennel's white armour stained with her own blood. "No, stay down!" She growls, her white aura flaring around her. She didn't want Vennel to damage herself more than she had to...
... a worry that was precariously short-lived.
Zucceta senses something from above, the smell of sulphur blasting her nostrils, and quickly shifts her weight to the side; a blast of lightning streaks within punching distance of her body. She blinks in surprise, before re-focusing on the queen's shaking form in the street below.
Another blast sears past Lady Death's form, and she can't help but gulp. Why was this familiar...
The air was surging with chi; a little focus, pushing out with her newly-found sense technique, and Zucceta found its source. This did little to ease her nerves.
Zucceta squints. Did her hair flash gold just no-
Oh no. It was happening again.
Zucceta had seen a 'Super Saiyan' in the past. The cock-sure brat, Athren, so sure of his transformation's associative legend, had presumed his own invincibility and quickly succumbed in group combat (and to the one that Vennel referred to as the alien bitch, no less). Zucceta herself would never confuse the transformation with the legendary, invincible state the fairy-tales suggested was possible, but a transformation such as this...
A bolt of lightning seems to strike Vennel, and her transformation into the 'super saiyan' form was complete; her gold hair was only bested by the brilliance of her matching aura, swirling around her.
Yet another had achieved a state that Zucceta had not, and her wall of calm was pierced. Where she had once been the eye of the hurricane, she was now the storm raging in of itself, much like the disturbed air currents whipping around her in the wake of the Queen's personal ascension.
Zucceta calculates quickly. Her right hand curls open, and a white energy begins to grow within it, almost instantly forming a right orb; the Power Ball technique. She curls the arm behind her, about to toss a large portion of her energy into the sky so she might have a chance to match the Super Saiyan...
... before she crushes the ball in her hand, the energy re-dispersing into her frame.
A city of rampaging Oozaru would leave no city to rule, and the throne was not so important to Zucceta as a strong, localised government.
So instead she stands firmly on in the face of hardship, golden oblivion streaking towards her. She growls, body tensing, chi flaring. She'd faced worse odds, and recently, odds which had removed her biological left arm; Vennel was still wounded, if her wounds hadn't somehow been healed by the transformation. She'd regained her energy, like an oil well bursting from the depths of the earth, but, perhaps, the oil wasn't being pumped efficiently.
It was hope.
Zucceta had barely time to shift to the side before a destructive globe of energy erupts from Vennel's arm. She shifts to the right, expelling ki to her left, but not quickly enough; the ball impacts on the side of her armour, and her implement.
Zucceta's Furiosa prosthetic explodes, the chi too much for even the gravity-forged alloy to take without adequate kiai protection. Pieces of the metal explode through Zucceta's armour, embedding painfully in her body, as Zucceta spins away. The left half of her body feels crushed, and the loss of one limb, artificial or no, would be costly in the fight to come. Her own ki was quickly dropping; if she'd taken the blast head-on, she'd have been a goner.
She manages to catch herself, her left sagging slightly, her stump bleeding. She licks a trickle of blood from her lips.
"You're not the first, nor the last goldilocks that I'll outlive."
Zucceta was barely aware of the newer arrivals to the scene. Her focus was entirely on trying to find an opportunity to make use of in the combat, which had almost instantly turned in Vennel's favour.
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Post by Radasha on Jun 11, 2015 4:04:08 GMT
Radasha glanced over at the prince. Someone had lost their mind apparently "What is your problem! Get a hold yourself and stop shouting to dead people! You sound like a lunatic!" she snapped before turning her attention back to Vennel, raising a finger to her scouter. A little mic would slide out. She would insert the queen's frequency and attempt to speak with her, not knowing if she would hear her over combat or the laughing mad prince nearby.
"Vennel, you're several times stronger than her but that's not going to last with that injury. You have to end the fight QUICK, otherwise she can just wait you out." she said, not sure if the woman could comprehend her at the moment or not. "With the power you're putting out, it should take one solid hit" Indeed she could probably win the fight if she could land one hard blow against Zucceta. "Though I know you may want to do otherwise, I'd...suggest not killing her if you win. Vegeta doesn't really have many warriors of the caliber you two display...." she added. She hoped Vennel WOULD win, and if she had to kill Zucceta to do so, then so be it...but Radasha hoped she would leave the other Saiyan woman alive....Losing either of them would be a real waste, in addition to Vennel being a friend and that'd suck if she died.
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Post by Vennel on Jun 11, 2015 6:16:26 GMT
Pain, this was all that Vennel felt aside from her rage. While the people of the city, and the spectators closer by, all reacted independently to her transformation, no one was more oblivious to it than Vennel herself. Her ki wave soared from her palm, and raced toward Zucceta who managed to get out of the way just in time, avoiding the brunt of the attack, though suffering collateral damage in the process. Splintered fragments of armor and prosthetic turned to shrapnel as they sank into the warrior's exposed flesh. The force of the attack hitting only the warrior's left side, sent her into a spin as she tumbled through the air away from the golden fighter. Vennel stared Zucceta down, wondering if she would recover from it. A part of her wanted to make Zucceta suffer a humiliating defeat, slowly, not even able to register that Vennel's own wound would keep her from fighting for too long. And another part of her, would rather end the fighter here and now, all in one go, and taking her life as a sign of what happened to those that dare oppose their Monarch. When Zucceta caught herself, the Queen couldn't help but grin. The words she called out, however, seemed strange, though, referring to a "goldilocks," the reference flying over her head, unfamiliar with it's origin. However, the intent behind the message was undeniable, the throne's contender was far from down or out. Just as she finished speaking, she heard a familiar voice break the silence in her own scouter-covered ear. It was Radasha, and she was trying to offer her advice on the fight? The last thing she heard was something about her injury, before Vennel reached up to her scouter, and pulled it off her face. She looked over her shoulder, scanning the crowd before her gaze fell upon Radasha, who was indeed speaking to her, an extendable mic protruding from her scouter's ear piece. Vennel locked eyes with the woman, and crushed the scouter in her palm. The device exploded in a small burst of electricity under the pressure of her hand. The debris of her scouter drifted from her open palm before she turned her head back towards Zucceta. She wasn't sure what to think of Radasha anymore, her own daughter was in league with that woman who threatened the Saiyan people with what amounted to Slavery, daring to question their sovereignty. And while Radasha didn't seem to be too amused at that development, Vennel was not capable of parsing those thoughts out. All she saw, all she could think about, was how Radasha was the mother of a race traitor. "Do not speak to me, saheli. This is a fight between two warriors. I will not take any sort of aid from you, even if it is only advice." Now that her interruption was taken care of, her attention could once again return to what was important: her duel. Her eyes narrowing once more on the target, who seemed far more than simply battered and worse for ware at this point. But Vennel wanted her to hear something, before she died. After all, she claimed she didn't work for her, but it was too much of a coincidence not to be the case. And even if she were working independent of herself, she was a fool to challenge Vennel now. If she wanted her duel, perhaps taking a moment to have assessed the over three-million power level sitting in the docking bay, would have shown that perhaps waiting until that was dealt with, might have been the best time to issue a challenge. "We'll see about that, won't we? You claim to be working of your own accord, but your timing of your challenge couldn't be more telling. You arrive not but a few days after she does, and then issue a challenge for the throne because I would not bend a knee to her. So, before you die, I want you to know that you brought this upon yourself by siding with that bitch that would call herself a 'god' and then threaten the Saiyan people. And when I've finished with you, I'll kill Reikiko myself. The Saiyan people will not live in fear, or in subjugation to another. We are a free people, and our destiny, our Pride, is our own! AND NO ONE WILL TAKE THAT AWAY FROM US! NOT YOU! NOT HER! NOT ANYONE!" And once more, in the blink of an eye, Vennel's body seemed to jet ahead, moving at speeds she previously would have thought to be impossible, she closed in on her enemy. She swung right at the last minute, and went to throw a kick for her foe's wounded side, knowing that an assault to that side would be harder to defend. Regardless of her attack connecting or not, she'd reach out with a lunge, and attempt to grab Zucceta's throat, before turning toward the ground and taking off in a flash of light, pulling Zucceta with her. As she'd quickly approach the ground, her arm holding the raven haired woman would extend in front of her, thrusting her into the pavement and pushing her into the ground as she then flew parallel with the ground, driving her down with as much strength as she could muster, all the while attempting to squeeze the life from her foe. And, after a few moments of dragging Zucceta through the ground, tearing up the pavement as she went, she'd release her. Vennel would rise into the air above her, and wait for any signs of movement or response, Though, through all her action, her wound had not fared very well. The constant exertion on her body was causing it to bleed more and more, and her head seemed to grow light, attributing to the stop in her attack, as she'd feel woozy. But she was far from out of it, not quite yet, as she shook her head, as if to shake the light headedness away. [ Vennel's own personal martial arts style [UP2] used @ Zucceta ( PL: 811'760)] [+0 KP] [ KP: 0/3]
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 11, 2015 8:10:59 GMT
The two warrior were close enough that Zucceta could hear a little chirping in Vennel's ears. Perhaps she could cite the interference clause, but no; this wasn't the way she wanted the fight to be ended, through menial trivialities, and the queen seemed annoyed that she was being contacted; the device is quickly crushed in the queen's hand with ease, now a dusted crumple of metal and plastic, fine particles drifting from her fingers as she barks something at a spectator down below.
Perhaps Zucceta should have considered the familiar power sitting nearby, one that dwarfed her own; but, on the one hand, she was so used to feeling that power that it hadn't immediately struck her as weird, although perhaps she had ought to take another few moments to assess the situation. The fact remained that a three-million power level did not necessarily impede Zucceta's desired goal for the throne of saiyan-kind.
Vennel's words are laced with venom, and finally Zucceta clocks it. Reikiko. The name was familiar; she was the one who had visited her immediately post-Virtual Poi's brutal crushing of her arm, meandering on about something post-Super Saiyan, a stronger form or something. It was theoretical, of course, and Zucceta had mostly ignored the Homunculus; she was too damaged to pay much attention, she had more immediate concerns to be dealing with.
This was just a misunderstanding. Zucceta wanted the throne for power, and for her own direction of the empire. Not because she was some lapdog of a would-be god.
Lady Death realises she has mere moments before Vennel's next attack, and was unsure of whether she could survive another hit. She growls. "I issued a challenge for the throne because of my own might, and my personal agenda for this empire! Now shut your mouth, super saiyan, and fight me!"
Vennel, thusly, did.
The super saiyan's kick slams into her wounded side, and Lady Death throws up a grimace, recoiling, but has no time to re-assess the situation before she is grabbed by her throat. She feels the fingers close around her windpipe, and begins to choke. She grapples at the grip with one free hand, but it is to no use, her limbs flailing just before she impacts with the ground.
The earth churns with her body, her form wracked with pain, her back burning from the tension. Her armor begins to shatter to pieces, leaving only her underclothes, which also begin to tear at the back. She feels her ribs snap from the downwards pressure, and can feel her spine weakening from the continued assault.
She had one shot.
Mid-drag, Zucceta moves her hand away from trying to break Vennel's grip and slaps her palm up against Vennel's gut wound. Her hand glows red momentarily.
"Warhead," she chokes out, releasing her signature beam directly into the gut wound.
(KP 1/3 > 0/3
45,467 PL of destructive energy aimed at Vennel's gutwound during the dragging)
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Post by Vennel on Jun 11, 2015 21:03:00 GMT
Her attach was vicious, and and relentless. Her grip squeezing like a vice on the Challenger's throat in an attempt to squeeze the life from her wind pipe. The debris that was shattered and broken, kicked up by the rapid movement, flew toward her, breaking even further as it came closer to her, her aura shattering the rubble as it came too close to her. A sickening grin draped her features as she looked at the woman in her grasp. Where was Zucceta's power now, where was that strength she had before? Vennel was unaware of her increase of power, or rather, oblivious to it, so naturally she saw the sudden turn of the tables as weakness on Zucceta's behalf.
"Why. Won't. You. Just. DIE!?"
She lifted Zucceta's head up, before slamming it back down into the ground, as if to try and incapacitate her. But as Zucceta's hand desperately tried to break Vennel's grasp, the Queen noticed that priorities had shifted. Instead of trying to pry the monarch's hand from her throat, she thrust her hand against her open wound, the very touch sending a wave of pain through her body.
And as if the world stood still, Zucceta uttered a single word. And a flash of light burst forth as a beam of energy shot out. Vennel felt the attack hit her dead on, the pain in her wound like daggers, but thankfully, the blast felt small, almost inconsequential. Her own power dwarfing that of the expelled ki. Though, luckily for Zucceta, it forced Vennel off of her, causing the proud monarch to stagger back a moment.
Her gaze honed in on her opponent, despite the swirling feeling of the world spinning. It was as if she felt drunk, but not only drunk, as if staying upright was too painful to do for long. She lowered her hand to the wound in her chest, and touched it gingerly, pulling her hand back and noting the crimson liquid that stained her fingers.
"Tch..."
Clenching her fist, Vennel's hand began to surge with power again, her aura flaring up around her body as a hot orange glow enveloped her hand.
"Just... stay... DOWN!"
She barked, directing her vitriol toward Zucceta, as her posture shifted. Her legs spread apart almost shoulder length, and her arm rose up at a ninety degree angle, folding her thumb in on her open palm. She'd never used this attack before, not against an actual opponent, and she honestly felt it still had perfecting to do in order to get the most of it. But for right now, she felt it was likely the most destructive, and sure-fire way to end her opponent. Had she a clear mind, she would also have realized the blast wave from the attack would do considerable harm to the surrounding area, even killing many Saiyans and aliens in the process. But she didn't car,e how could she? She just wanted to see Zucceta blodied and beaten before her, no longer moving.
Even now, she wasn't sure if Zucceta was down for the count or not, but with her resilience, she didn't want to take the chance. However, her vision felt disoriented, as if the world were spinning. She staggered, unable to stand upright, the blood loss affecting her too greatly. In fact, her wound had been bleeding for quite some time and was quite serious. Perhaps it was merely it had been left unattended for too long, or perhaps it was the finishing touch from Zucceta's attack. Either way, Vennel wasn't in any shape to continue fighting.
Her aura seemed to disperse around her, her energy built up in her hand dissipating. Her hair went from gold, back to it's natural color, and her eyes changed back as well, almost rolling back into her head as she collapsed on the ground, face first. Her body, if Zucceta was still imbedded in the trench that Vennel had dug with her own body, would simply collapse on top of her. For a moment, she struggled to pull herself back up, but it was a last fleeting instinct before consciousness slipped out of her, succumbing to her wound.
[PL: 1'229'940 → 102'495] [+1 KP] [KP: 1/3]
[Last post for the thread, so when its up for grading, PL for me, please]
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 11, 2015 23:25:54 GMT
Zucceta's head impacts on the concrete; she feels her skull shake and crack, red wetness hidden behind her disheveled hair. Her eyes rattle, as darkness begins to impede around her vision, great black tendrils of threatening unconscious.
No, not like this.
Her beam erupts, consuming Vennel's lower half, but Zucceta feels her energy not penetrate most of Vennel's form. However, she does feel the wound she'd inflicted before the Queen's ascension weaken further from her blast. She feels the grip release from her throat, and Zucceta bounces along the concrete, her rapidly weakening frame halted in its momentum by slapping into a nearby tavern.
Lady Death is embedded in a miniature crater within the building's front. Her eyes blink open and shut rapidly; her entire body was surging with pain.
Had she come so far, only for this to be the end?
Vennel speaks words, but the speech slurs against her failing hearing. Despite the blurring of her vision, she can feel Vennel's imdomitable ki flaring, orange and gold filling Zucceta's mind. This was surely the end.
Because she had come so far.
Zucceta sees her opponent re-position, one arm stretched taut at a near-perfect ninety degrees. Zucceta feels her muscles twitch, but she cannot move her arms.
The jungle planet of Wreath-7 had caused her first scars when she was just a babe, a punishment inflicted upon her for her parent's sins.
The air seems to pulse with the end, the one that Zucceta had long managed to skirt and avoid, by luck and willpower. Her famed resilience, her ability to avoid death (one of the reasons she had adopted the moniker) was finally failing.
Her body and mind had been broken and re-formed for almost a decade of near-torture in Vegeta's academies.
Her shoulders and head slump, the quiet abyss washing over her. Her pulse slows, her breathing shallow, and shallower... And then the snarling thing came from the abyss, claws, teeth, blood, gore.
They had wanted to abuse her in the prison.
Zucceta does not notice when Vennel begins to stagger and fail; her eyes are forced closed by the steady tendrils of the abyss known as the unconscious.
When she had the fortune to be released, when she was forced nto Apocalypse Incorporated, a experimental band of misfits, she had quickly risen to become one of the greatest; perhaps the best. Those fleeting years became meaningless with the death of her colleagues and lover, her ultimate betrayal by the ministry.
Her revenge had been stolen from her, and now she was to die to the thief. She barely feels Vennel's chi dropping; in her barely-conscious state, she presumes it is because Vennel no longer needs her full strength to finish her.
She survived, by the skin of her teeth, and escaped to one of the random co-ordinates in her pod; Earth. There, she had been humiliated again and again and again. First by the 'native' saiyan, who's proclaimed 'goodness' had managed to best her saiyan teachings; in his eyes, her 'evil'.
She collapses from her position in the wall, face-down in the entrenched dirt of the Cacumber streets.
Again and again she had been bested by warriors of Earth, until her Pride had been 'killed' in the battle with Virtual Poi. Her arm had been mangled horrifically and irreversibly, and she had been forced to cut it off to prevent infection and as a sign of her ultimate loss. And so, she planned to return home.
She barely feels the weight of Vennel collapsing on her, although pain shoots through her consciousness. She was down and the snarling horror from the abyss, that wounded eldritch whose whispered name was Pride, roars its existence.
Zucceta's eyes bulge open, flashing an olive hue to replace her usual black coals, her teeth grinding together in a sudden burst of rage. The bitch atop her had stolen her chance to avenge her lover and her unit, and now she was going to lose her chance to even lead these people.
Unacc-fucking-cceptable!
The sky darkens and rumbles for the second time in a handful of minutes. The floodgate opens.
Her eyes solidify to the legendary teal, as her hair flares to the thriving golden of the super saiyan state. Her aura bursts up around her, flinging the unconscious Vennel into the sky. Zucceta bursts upwards, roaring,
before catching the Queen in her arm.
She steadily descends to the ground, breathing heavily. Her right eye was swollen shut and her breathing was ragged, but she had regained her strength. She held Vennel under her arm, gently, for both of their sakes.
She stares around the crowd, who had fallen silent.
"Where is the nearest med-bay?" The broken super saiyan purrs, feeling her sudden burst of adrenaline already waning.
(PL: 1,636,824
Ki Pool: 1/3)
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Prince Luffa
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 12, 2015 5:30:12 GMT
Luffa was twitching in great spasms of rage. He threw Icarus away with a wordless snarl, his kiai flaring to great heights before it suddenly snapped off with a loud peal of energy. His vision blurred from the immense strain of pulling in so much chi. Now the Queen had lost her golden form, and in their mighty exchange of blows, Zucceta had gained the brilliant glow. “They’re both, ha HA!!!” He threw his head back in a fit of laughter. Tears were streaming down his face now. “They’re both Super Saiyans!!!” He shrieked, before his dark eyes went wide, peering up with a maddened, blank stare at Icarus.
“I guess everything’s backwards?” He asked Icarus in a daze, falling back to the ground. He threw all his ki away, letting the raw and unfettered force of Vegeta’s great gravity hurl him back into the ground, into the stone that had made him. He landed with a smash.
He lay there for some time, only coming to with great effort. He’d fainted. A hand went to his head, and he groaned. He knew this feeling. He’d felt it before. Ki exhaustion. He struggled to his feet, pulling himself up first to his knees before he was able to stagger up in a lurching manner. He didn’t have much memory of what’d happened after witnessing the Queen go Super Saiyan – he’d been in a mad rage, something else he was familiar with from his planet busting -- but he knew Zucceta had transformed as well.
He walked slowly up to the two, who had ended their fighting, the battered Super Saiyan Zucceta cradling the grievously wounded Vennel in a surprising gesture of solidarity. On his way, he moved past several of the others closest to the two -- an armored woman he recognized from the feast, and another Saiyan who looked very strong. Luffa knew of nothing else to do, so he set his mind and did it correctly, as his father would have.
He fell to his knee, and bowed his head low. “Now I honor a Queen, but I honor more the two who’ve become legends, which, to our people high and low, will be much more important than who sits on the throne.” He said, swaying with tiredness. “There hasn’t been a Super Saiyan in a thousand years. And now there are two. I’ll serve you both, and I don’t think many loyal Saiyans would do otherwise.” Others in the crowd were kneeling as well. He climbed up and helped Zucceta with Vennel, moving with them towards the medical unit.
His mind was still half numb to what had occurred. He knew he should still be feeling all the jealousy, and all the hate… but in a strange way, a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. All he felt now, standing next to these two great Saiyans of legendary stature, was a strange and profound sense of immense relief.
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Post by Kayle on Jun 12, 2015 6:43:42 GMT
Kayle knew it. He knew that the quick thinking and ingenuity could over come a power that was greater than one self, but to over come and survive a super saiyan! That was truly amazing. Kayle felt that all his outlooks on battle were all confirmed by what he had just saw, even though he really didn't know the woman confirming them. Regardless of that fact, Vennel, the super saiyan, was now laying in the dirt, and the woman whom had defeated her was left alive. Did she actually win? Kayle couldn't tell that, nor was it his place to decide. All he knew was that surviving a super saiyan was monumental in and of itself.
And then it happened. Zucceta transformed into a super saiyan too! Kayle couldn't believe his eyes! Two super saiyans at once! And one of them had survived the other without transforming, and only transformed once the battle was done! Kayle was truly impressed with this Zucceta, or Lady Death as she called herself. Not that an impressed half breed meant much here on Vegeta. Hell, it might even insult her. Kayle didn't care. He really didn't care about anything anymore. He was sick of being pushed around. Sick of being treated like some sort of disease to the saiyan race because of something that was beyond his means of control. Insult or not, he was still impressed. Vennel could learn a thing or too about tactical combat form this one.
Kayle looked on at the super saiyan Zucceta, with her vibrant greenish eyes, and almost glowing golden hair. He wondered if she would let Vennel live. It was obvious that she was the victor. He knew that even with his disgust of being treated so poorly, after everything he had given to the empire, that he would have to play this cool. This wouldn't be hard, if the sweet, honeyed words upon his arrival was more than just show. Kayle walked up to the new would be queen, "I suppose that you are the new Queen of Vegeta, Your Majesty, Zucceta, Lady Death. If you are to be our new Queen, I of course submit myself to you I, however, would have words with you when you recover, if this is acceptable to you, whether you accept the mantel of Queen or not, Lady Death. Not right this second of course, but soon."
Kayle had hoped that she had heard him. He had seen the intense emotional struggle that it took to unlock the super saiyan form, and knew from his own personal experiences that such high emotions like that could mean the person could be oblivious to the world. He held hope however, after seeing how clam and collected she was in battle, that she would be able to overcome this. That she would be able to control it, and be at least semi rational. This was the first pure blooded saiyan that Kayle had ever met that fought more with her brain than with her pride, even thought it was obvious the pride was still there. Pride was not a bad thing, it was just not end all be all. Whether Queen or not, there was much Kayle could learn from this woman.
[Thread exit, useless it continuous on. Just dont wanna be the guy to bold it up. PL for me if it ends.]
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Post by Zuni on Jun 12, 2015 8:36:59 GMT
“No…”
Zuni wears many masks; whichever is needed to most easily cause chaos and puncture the egos of the people around her. In her time, she had convinced countless people that she was countless things. It was more rare, really, that she let the mask slip and showed what she actually felt, but as the two warriors clash in a vicious, bloody swirl that she could – honestly – only barely register let alone make sense of, the demon does just that. She was terrified, and that naked fear written over her features betrays the pounding of her heart in her ears, the dryness in her mouth, pupils shrunk to pinpricks.
When it is over, the Super Saiyan stood triumphant over her vanquished foe… and that Super Saiyan is not the one who first touched the legend, but another. Not one Super Saiyan, but two. Two! What kind of sick joke is this?
She’d dared to hope that she’d found her way back to Vegeta – that she’d finished her journey – so that she could reform saiyan culture into something more… exuberant, more joyous, and thus more fitting to her designs. She’d thought the hand of destiny might be in play; the galaxy was entering a new age, after all, and the stars all seemed to align… except that suddenly, if there was any greater design in play, it clearly wasn’t one of cheerfulness and light.
One look in those cold, dangerous green eyes was all the confirmation she needed of that.
It was like looking in the eyes of a predator; not just a beast, no unthinking animal, but a murderous apex predator, smart enough to know how to fight with brains, strong enough that she’d never need to worry about it. The demon probably didn’t even catch Zucceta’s eye – just one more face in a crowd of people who are of no consequence whatsoever. It was probably just entirely in her imagination.
But for an instant, she fears that the Super Saiyan can see right through her; has stripped away the carefully-cultivated demeanour and see the demon lurking beneath the surface. The moment lasts only a heartbeat, but in that heartbeat, Zuni can take it no longer.
“UPUP!”
The shriek may just snap some of the saiyans about her out of their daze; though Prince Luffa and Kayle’s dramatic words hopefully keep attention primarily upon them. In an instant, Zuni sprang up into the air, and her feet touch down on a stormy raincloud which forms underneath her. The drizzling cloud marks a clear path across the sky as she powers herself away, heading out across the city as fast as she can make it – her mind was reeling. She hadn’t even been touched, yet it felt as though her core had been torn out of her.
Zuni had hoped she’d be there for the dawning of a new age, and it seemed she had been. But this wasn’t going to be the Age of the Monkey Devil – this could only be the Age of the Super Saiyan.
What the hell was she going to do?!
(I'mma exit the thread unless someone stops me for some reason - I'll take zeni on ze grades please)
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Post by Radasha on Jun 12, 2015 17:58:54 GMT
Radasha sighed. Vennel had dropped her guard in the last moments, allowed Zucceta an opening and she had taken it. If she had not been so consumed in rage, she could've protected the wound better...not have gotten so close to her. She could've probably pelted the woman with ki blasts from afar...at that power, they would've been damaging. But no she had gotten close enough for Zucceta to take advantage of the wound. And so she passed out before she could finish her opponent off.
Holding her scouter away from her ear, it had emitted some loud feedback when Vennel crushed hers, she stared as...once again the air seemed to change. The device in her hand began to beep as the same thing that happened to Vennel then happened to Zucceta. What the hell? Were they just going to start popping up like weeds now? She never expected to see such a state, nevermind twice in one short span of minutes. She had seen other Saiyans in such predicaments....and not once had they gone into that state, which people around her were calling Super Saiyan. She'd heard of it, but, like Vennel, had thought it'd be a little more...visually impressive than just a hair color change as green eyes. She'd still doubt it if she hadn't seen the power Vennel had generated.
She sighed again and walked over, pointing out a nearby building when Zucceta asked for a medbay, moving to help in case the one still standing could no longer do so and she'd need to help grab one of them. She considered the other woman lucky....had she not inflicted that wound before Vennel transformed....someone would probably have had to bury her instead of help her to a rejuvenation chamber.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 22:12:56 GMT
Icarus was throne back by luffa they syringe shattering on the ground. What a waste... But there was no getting through to this boy now. He was lost in his own little way of accepting what he seen. As horrible as it was and breathtaking as well to see saiyans achieve such power. At least one was Vennel that was some comfort. Comradery had a strange effect on people. But for now he'd sigh as aiding Luffa would not be accepted or likely help either of them in the attempt. So quickly as he tried to leave he found himself pulled back towards Vennel... Worry of her condition.
Icarus walked back forgetting his plans for the moment unable to leave as he thought he could for Vennels orders. She could scold him if she pleased later. He'd gulp standing before Zuccetta Quickly rounding up some of his men via radio. A secondary sqaud not so well trained of saibaman came rushing from the building Radasha had pointed out. The first running into ica's back and the other four running into each othersback like some gag train of tripping. Icarus scowling for a moment before speaking up. "I can show you there properly,.. Please allow them to handle my friend with care.... You're both hurt so you passing out holding her will do you know good." His tone harsh but not insulting. More so like a doctor treating a patient. His saibamen would take Vennel if allowed or at least assist in moving her. Icarus would quickly lead on to show them back to the chambers. He knew which tanks would run at their best. Which were of the highest quality for the most important returning warriors to be used first in. "She'll need light observation just encase. The wound needs to be treated properly." He'd activate something internally this time. The display hologram before his eyes actually lighting up for others to see so he wouldn't appear crazy tapping at something that wasn't there in front of him. Adjusting the tanks ahead to get ready as well as several staff to begin preparation for a full medical working over on both the super saiyans.
Also he'd take just a moment to look over his shoulder as the first two droids returned to him. Icarus slipping them into capsules then in his pocket. The final gathered a sample of Vennels blood that had spilled from her wounds before returning careful no one was watching. All three were capsulized with the sample and slid away with the recordings they'd gathered too. This fight and both of them going ssj was no in his personal archives Just as was the fight when Vennel took power. "Kikiki, Kikikikik. Kiki." Giving quick orders precise to his little saibamen as they'd be on their way. He was precise calculated and careful from then forward in his orders to his saiba's and medical staff. Quickly taking charge when they were in HIS medical wing.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 13, 2015 20:29:25 GMT
Luffa is the first one to bow the knee, but almost the entire crowd follows suit. It wasn't that she was just the new Queen; it was that both herself and Vennel had ascended to a state only considered by most to be a legend. Zucceta can't help but smirk, feeding her pride. Still, she was impatient with these trivalities; she could feel her right shoulder wetting with Vennel's blood, or perhaps it was her own. She was quickly losing the burst of energy her ascension to the first step in the Super Saiyan life-cycle had given her.
Both Vennel and Zucceta would make great leaders for this empire. It mattered not who held the title of 'queen', such was a triviality against the status of the 'Super Saiyan'. She didn't tell Luffa she'd already seen a Super Saiyan on Earth, and that he'd been easily annihilated no less. And she wouldn't immediately tell Vennel that the culprit for this death of a 'legend' was the one who proclaimed herself a god.
Another warrior approached her, the half-saiyan. His words wash over her ears; now was not the time. She blinks impatiently, feeling a searing pain surge in her gut. Now was definitely not the time.
Her eyes crawl across the crowd, Vennel hoisted over her remaining arm. She locks eyes with a certain individual, who quickly scarpers, departing from the scene in a peculiar manner, a raincloud beneath her feet. Zucceta notes the individual, her cold emerald gaze unrelenting from Zuni's form until the demon had cleared several buildings. If Lady Death could have known Zuni's thoughts, she could have told her that the Age of the Super Saiyan had begun many months ago.
One of the other spectators had pointed to a building, and the Tuffle confirmed it with a bunch of saiba-men running from its entrance. Several of them attempted to take Vennel from Zucceta's arm; her aura roared with a sudden kiai, sending the Saibamen away. "I will carry her. She deserves as much, and I will last that long at least."
Just before she enters the building, the palace, with the previous Queen hoisted over her shoulder, she turns to the crowd, levitating in the air. She presses her fingers to her throat.
"I am more than just your new queen, and we are more than just super saiyans."
"We are the scourge of the universe. We are the answer to all living things that wallow in pacifism. We are the advocates of pride! We are the flashes of light they see before the end! We are fury! Nightmares to all!"
And with that, on the back of a slow building applause, Zucceta enters the medical facility.
Once Vennel is set down in her medical chamber, Zucceta plucks a golden lock of hair from her head. She holds the hair in front of her eyes, watching as the regal colour fades to the usual darkness.
(exit thread. PL pls (applying for Zenkais for both myself and Vennel, if possible). WHAT A LOVELY THREAD.)
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 13, 2015 21:08:44 GMT
Luffa walked with them in silence, his expression unreadable as he watched them moving towards the med-center. After long moments, he relayed his scouter number to both Vennel and Zucceta, putting his allegiance under them, before flying off in silence.
(Thread exit, PL please. Was fun )
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