Post by Kizuki on Sept 9, 2015 3:36:28 GMT
Tucked away tightly in that solo-space traveling vehicle, the Saiya-jin male was in a state of between being awake and unconscious. His soul on the brink of leaving his warrior's body, a body that had been tested and pushed throughout his whole life. Large, calloused fingers twitched as they rested on the arm rests of his seat. He could not move much else, and the twitch in those fingers was more his body's reaction to being battered in such a way that his nerves were simply reacting. His brain began to finally follow his nerves, images flashing in his mind as if they were in front of him.
"Otou-saannn!!"
A sharp breath was taken, as his mind would fill his ears with the screams of a child. A child he knew. A child that called him "Father." That sharp breath would prove to bring pain as much as it brought oxygen to the lungs that needed it. His ribs her surely broken as one hand moved to his mid-section, his clothing had been battle tested and lost -- much like himself. He had been wearing some form of battle armor if had remembered correctly. Now, all he was feeling was his own flesh, with a mixture of cuts and charred skin. He gave a flinch, gritting his teeth in pain. That jolt of pain sent another vision into his mind, his mind playing tricks on him. Long, spiked peaks of black, thick hair on his head were a bit frazzled from battle. His whole body was covered in the stench of sweat and charred skin, mixed with a hint of death.
"K .. Kizuki ..."
It was that last voice that caused him to nearly leap out of his seat. The voice of a woman. A woman's voice who he had known to be proud and powerful. A woman who had overpowered his soul. A woman that he willingly bowed to. It filled his head in a manner that said the opposite. She was weak, afraid, dying. One eye had been swollen shut, the other was able to snap open to stare out into the emptiness of space before him, through the small, glass window of his pod. He would do his best to sit up, straining with every movement. "B .. Bur .." He began to murmur a name, letting out another weak scream in an effort to speak to absolutely no one. Blood and saliva, a fatal mixture, spewed from his mouth a bit. His one good eye would open once again, looking down at the control panel before him. In his 40 or so years of existence, he had been reduced to this. He remembered now.
He was running. He was running away, forced into a pod by his mate after his failed attempt to save his people. To save them for the second time, against the same enemies. The enemies he had helped to create. The enemies that were created to make their lives as planet seekers easier. The first time he ran on his own, to create an army, a destructive force that would allow them to regain the planet. This time he was forced. Forced on the brink of death. Forced to leave after failing. How could he have not been prepared for what he experienced? He was so sure of himself, so sure of his presumed win on the battle field. His comrades were of great strength, and those who were not had leant their powerful minds to creating weapons and ships. All for the sake of this man, this man who did not wish to be Emperor in the first place, to reclaim the planet ripped from his hands so many years ago.
"K .. Kizuki ... We .. will see you soon."
His mate. She was even stronger than he was, or anyone else on their team as well. She would protect the child. She cared for nothing else aside from Kizuki and their child. Her, with the pure white hair, the blood red pupils. The Albino.
But why? Why him, and not the child? What had she done? Did she think she was doing the right thing? His chest was on fire, clutching at it with a rush of pain. He would reach out with an arm, shaking with every inch. He could remember it all in that moment. His whole life. The many battles he had fought, the comrades he had met, the enemies he had made. The years of grueling training that he had endured to push him past his limits. All for the single moment that he slipped from his fingers in a manner of weeks.
His mate. His children. All gone. He was so sure of his abilities. Those soulless bastards. They had found a way to become even more destructive during his hiatus.
In his last effort, he had activated a stasis mode within the pod, as the clear gas would fill the small confines. Making every effort to direct his course to a planet he knew of, in his weakened state, his body gave out before he could input the correct coordinates. The fool. He should have done that beforehand. The exact coordinates were unknown now -- as the pod began to spiral off in space, lost and alone. His eye closed, consciousness slipping from him as his arms went limp at his sides, that long simian-esque tail unraveling from around his waist and laying limp in the seat as well.
Eventually, the pod would enter the atmosphere of a planet far from his place of departure. It was blind luck that put the pod on a crash course away from the robotic creature’s scanners. If you were to ask Kizuki, however, he would have rather died on the planet with his comrades. With his family. The pod would rip into the atmosphere of the planet, being set ablaze, tumbling forward until it would crash in a mountain of ice and rock, fizzling the heat out in a massive fog of smoke. His crash site would be discovered a day or so later, barely hanging on to life. The inhabitants of the planet had feared the worst from a full-grown Saiyajin male, noticing his species by the simian-like tail on his body. However, science took over fear. The top researchers of the planet requested the space pod and the male be moved to the research facility near the capital. Kizuki's space pod was repaired in an effort to understand the technology better, to make use of it for their own goals of inter-planetary travel. His body was left in a cryogenic sleep, contained in a specialized tank. His body was monitored constantly. They tested him as much as they could. Eventually, the race had learned all they needed to know about Subject "Saiyajin-M" and Kizuki was kept in stasis for the safety of the planet.
2,000 Years Later.
It was then that he heard the stomping of boots, several. With his hand still on his head, the nude Saiyajin would open one eye and view the oncoming force before him. Several soldiers, humanoid in appearance, stood before him with weapons raised. "D .. Don't move!" was the warning he got from one of the soldiers. They were covered heard to toe in some sort of armor, helmets covering their faces, so he could not see them. Slowly, he'd lower his hand off his face, looking about at the masses. Ten. Twenty. Twenty five. They had all managed to pile into the room, various rifle-like weapons raised up and pointed at him.
He stood taller than most Saiyajin, standing at around 6'2" while his build was that of a typical Saiyajin male. Muscular, solid. He felt his body had grown weaker, but by how much? He gave a look around the room, as his tail thrashed a bit behind his nude form. Slowly, every slowly, to get his body used to it again, he would raise his battle power, understanding now. He was their captive. He was their test subject.
His scream would fill the room, as an aura of bright, blue energy covered his form. This would surely take a lot out of him, but it was time to make an escape.
Thanks.
