Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 12, 2015 15:32:50 GMT
Raisu felt the first push of invasion. He wasn’t near the invaders. No, they were closer to the population centers. The capitols and the like. Lots of people would die, but at least some would manage to get away. He knew his mother had. He’d called her after the broadcast. Raisu had been meaning too, but all the more reason. When there was a chance of the world ending, one couldn’t afford to be non-sentimental. So, he had picked up the phone and called her. It hadn’t been a long conversation in truth, but it almost felt like an eternity. She’d cried on the phone. The floodgates of fear had opened, and she was caught in the current. Raisu had stayed on the phone with her, trying to calm her. Not that he had been in any position too. His own heart and mind were in turmoil, as well. Hard not to be, when the destroyers of worlds were looming over you. All he could do was beg her to go into hiding. How he’d pleaded with her, trying to convince her to abandon the little apartment that had been their home. But it is hard to give up all you’ve ever known and run, even when your life is on the line. Some people choose to go down with the ship. It was sad, but it happened.
At least Raisu had managed to convince his mother to leave the South Capitol behind. Hopefully she’d taken his concerns to heart and had really hid. If they were lucky, no Saiyans would find her. If he were lucky, no Saiyans would find him. He’d find them. Someone had to stay on the outskirts and protect the little villages that were away from the big cities. Saiyan stragglers would probably break away from the group to have their sick ‘fun’. Raisu’s stomach twisted at the thought of it all. War brought out the worst in people. It was as if the chains of normalcy were stripped from them and the monsters inside could break free. Not that Raisu expected the Saiyans had such chains to begin with. Earth might simply be a new place for them to go wild on. Hopefully the real deal heroes of Earth could do something about them. In the meanwhile, people like Raisu would just do what they could. That was all he could do. He had no mastery, no special techniques, no secret or ancient powers waiting to burst from within. Raisu was just… Raisu. And he’d just try and get by.
And today he found himself walking down a road alone, not a single soul in sight. Had the whole world died without him noticing? No, various ki signatures could be felt all over, raging, locked in a battle of life and death. He was just alone. People were probably in hiding, pressed against doors and loved ones, hoping to avoid the wrath of invaders. Not that he blamed them. Raisu found himself wishing he could do the same. But his only family was on the other side of the world. Or if his father could be counted: among the stars. Hell, maybe his father had found his courage and joined back with the Saiyan army. Somehow he doubted it. Even if his father had been less than perfect, some small part of Raisu hoped he wouldn’t willingly invade the place where his son and one time wife were. Raisu had been wrong before, though. Very wrong. Such as the time he’d thought the android BREU and thought he’d finished him once. What a surprise that had been, when he came back. Thank the Kais that Namekian had shown up and turned the tide. Raisu shivered as he remembered how the android had drained the old man, turning him to dust before his eyes. And then he’d tried to do the same to Raisu. Now that would have been unpleasant.
Not as unpleasant as dying at the hands of an invading army, perhaps. And at that thought, Raisu reached out with his mind, feeling for the various ki signatures, like brushing a hand against the wall of a dark room, looking for a switch. Except now, his hand ran over several switches. Several large switches that were still thankfully mostly grouped together. And, though it was muddled, Raisu thought that perhaps we recognized some of the signatures. Interesting. Were some of his acquaintances fighting the Saiyans? Probably. He knew some strong folks. They were good people, and they’d do what they can.
But what could Raisu do? He couldn’t even fly. He’d been teased for that, by the other hybrid Articho. Now Raisu realized what a valuable skill that really was. He cursed under his breath. Raisu really had squandered his time, not training as much as he should. Tsu Kini would have his head if she saw him now. She was not a fan of wasted time. Raisu smiled to himself as he remembered scoldings from his adolescence. He’d hated them at the time, but now… He realized they had helped shaped him into the man he is today. Funny how that works, really. When it’s happening, one never really realizes just how much they’re being affected, but it does end up making a difference in the long run.
That being said, he still had work to do. The Saiyans were all still relatively close together and grouped up, but that wouldn’t last forever. As time went on, one or two would be sure to split from the group. And they wouldn’t be easy to catch up too, even if Raisu could sense them. No, likely they had already mastered flight. Any advantage Raisu had was stripped from him if they were airborne, seeing as how he couldn’t take to the sky himself. He’d have to fix that.
Raisu continued to walk down the path, looking for a suitable place to practice as he did. While he could easily begin practice right there in the road, it was odd: Raisu would feel much better about it if he set aside an area for practice. And so he did, eventually spotting a tree some distance from the road. It wasn’t a particularly tall tree, or even remarkable in any way aside from the fact that it was the only tree close to the road he’d seen for at least a mile. Raisu came to a stop beneath, the shade of it blackening the area around him. Yes, this area would do nicely. It was the perfect, or at least satisfactory, place to practice.
And so he began. Raisu set his bag aside, and rubbed his hands together, the weights on his wrists bumping together as he did so. He found that he was becoming used to them these days. He would hope so; He spent almost all of his time in them, eating, sleeping, bathing, exercising. All of it. Did it help him? It might have. He’d certainly made some real advancements lately. Perhaps it was some sort of placebo effect. But the strain it put on his body was real.
He’d wasted enough time: he began to climb the tree. Raisu did not go too high, only to the lowest branch. It would be enough. It would be more than enough, really. Raisu pressed his foot on the limb, testing his weight. It would hold the young half-blood, at least for a time. Raisu had never been the bulkiest man, after all. He carefully scooted on to the limb itself and sat himself there, crouched like some sort of stone gargoyle. And then he leapt from the branch. Time seemed to slow as he moved through the air, his mind trying to find the ki needed to fly and somehow manipulate so that he could actually do that. How did this work? Sadly, gravity did not allot Raisu the time he really needed to figure this out: he fell to the ground and smacked into it, the wind leaving his lungs, dust from the ground shooting up around him like a cloud. He laid there for a moment, tapping the hard ground with his fingers while he waited for his breath to return. That had been a poor idea on his part, not thinking about it until he was in the air. He hadn’t even managed to suspend himself for even a second. But he think he had it now.
He pulled himself to his feet and hobbled to the tree, his lungs still protesting. He climbed again, this time hurrying to the branch without caution. And he leapt again, this time letting the ki envelop him like a blanket and push against the ground. And this time he floated. Raisu’s eyes went wide with surprise. Had he done it? And, as if to answer, he fell, striking the ground again. The now familiar feeling of the wind leaving him still left Raisu on the ground, his chest heaving. That had been his fault. He’d lost his focus on that attempt. That had been what condemned him to failure. He again staggered to his feet. Third time's the charm after all.
So he began to climb again, his mind set on success this time. This time he sat on the branch, crouched again, almost as if meditating. Raisu would keep his focus this time, he was sure of it. He opened his eyes, ready. Raisu bounced up and down on the limb, his legs ready to burst. And so he began to jump, the force of his legs propelling him from his perch. And said force also caused the limb to snap beneath him. Here he was, stuck in an awkward phase between falling and jumping. Raisu winced, and waited for the embrace of the cold, hard ground. But it never came. Raisu looked around; He was suspended in air. To his surprise, his ki had surrounded him and he found himself floating. Was this flight? Carefully, he tried to ascend. And so he ascended.
Raisu laughed to himself, happy. This was cool. This was like everyone’s dream, to fly through the air unassisted. And here he was, doing it. Why had he waited so long to learn how to do this? It was amazing. He twisted and turned in the air, as if doing a dance. He rose high above the landscape and looked out across the world. Beautiful, even when death was afoot. Raisu could see so much from this height. He could feel so much, the wind ripping at his clothes and hair, both of them ruffling like mad. He’d found a little piece of joy amidst the chaos.
But there was still much to be done, and this moment couldn’t last. In fact, it had just ended. Raisu felt it before he saw it: three ki signatures, rapidly approaching. They were traveling close to one another and seemed to be descending. Raisu looked up, and through the clouds and sun, he spotted it: a small spaceship hurtling towards Earth, not too far from Raisu. And Raisu was amazed to see that it slowed, as it came closer to ground. How quickly it had lost its speed. It made a smooth landing on the ground and came to a halt. The ship itself was almost sphere like, larger than a standard pod and propped up on stands. Strangely enough, it was unmarked. Raisu descended, the wind whistling past his ears as he did. Whoever was inside, they weren’t your average people. They were strong. Not excessively, but certainly more than human. And then it hit him: Saiyans. Late arrivals it would seem. Had they not seen him?
As he came closer, a hatch dropped from the side of the ship, and revealed a doorway and stairs. Raisu came to a stop: They’d be coming now. Quickly, he moved to suppress his presence. No need to be seen just yet. Three men in battle armor stepped out, all with varying lengths of black hair. Yes, definitely Saiyans. They stretched as they walked, not even bothering to hide their ki signatures. Could they? It wasn’t a skill everyone had. And why would your average Saiyan bother with it? They seemed to like to make themselves be known. They stopped for a moment, and a Saiyan in black and yellow armor turned back to the ship. In a puff of smoke, the ship disappeared, leaving nothing behind. The Saiyan who had turned to look at it bent down and picked something up, stuffing it in a pouch at his side. Capsule technology, it seemed.
Raisu had spent enough time waiting. His tail twitched in anticipation. He let it unfurl as he sped towards them. They’d see him soon enough. He extended his fist in front of him as he flew, as if he were some sort of superhero. He grinned. Raisu could get used to this feeling. There was something that appealed to him about hurtling through the air and crashing his fist into the face of an invading foe. Kais, he loved the feeling as it connected. The Saiyan hadn’t even seen it coming. The Saiyan crashed into the ground and rolled for some time. And as Raisu planted his feet into the ground and looked at the remaining two, the other one didn’t get back up. Knocked out cold, by the look and feel of it. The ki signature was still there, it was just… sleeping.
The other two Saiyans gasped, looking at him in surprise. But to their credit, they quickly moved into fighting stances. They were still Saiyan soldiers after all. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity and a half, sizing each other up. And then one dressed in white and yellow armor dashed at him, fist extended like Raisu had done a moment earlier. Too fast for Raisu to properly react, the fist slammed into his chest. The pain shot throughout his chest. This guy sure knew how to throw a punch, Raisu would give him that. But Raisu could take a punch or two, or five. Raisu gritted his teeth, and answered with a headbutt, slamming his own skull into his attacker’s. The two skulls collided, and pain shot through his own head and his vision blurred. Why did he keep trying these things? Headbutts never really ended well for him.
But the Saiyan stepped back, a hand shooting to his head. It seems that he’d gotten the worst of it. But Raisu got no reprieve. The other Saiyan, the one dressed in black, was on him in a moment, this time with a swift kick to the back of Raisu’s knee. He dropped, his body unready. Not too bad, he’d recover. He rolled away from the Saiyan in black, coming up to a crouch position. He looked at the Saiyan for a second before sending a ki blast at him, which was duly deflected. Damn, Raisu thought, he’d been too slow on that one.
Raisu stood. Where had the one in white gone? And, as if to answer, Raisu felt a shock throughout his entire body. It was as if he were paralyzed, unable to move his muscles. The Saiyan in white had grabbed his tail. Raisu felt a bunch to the back of his head, and he fell forward, his tail still in the hand of his assailant. He could only lie there as his foes took sighs of relief and began to speak.
“A half-breed, huh?”
“Fancy meeting one here.”
“They make me sick, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it. Just so damn impure.”
“What do you wanna do with it?"
“Uh, I dunno. It just knocked Bruss out. Maybe we should show it how it feels. Remind it that it’s not a real Saiyan?”
“Sounds good to me. Flip it over.”
And so they did, unceremoniously rolling Raisu onto his back, tail still in hand. They laughed as they looked at him. One held Raisu’s tail close to his face, as if examining it.
“Look at that. Red hair, red tail. Doesn’t even really look like a Saiyan aside from this thing,” he said as he tugged on Raisu’s tail.
“Guy hasn’t even trained his tail.”
“Wait, this is a guy? He looks kind of girly.”
“I know, right?”
Raisu’s anger rose. Why did everyone always think he was a girl? Was it the hair? Dammit, it must be hair. Raisu struggled to move any part of him, but it was no use. That stupid tail. The Saiyan in black grunted.
“I think he’s trying to move.”
“Oh, he won’t,” said the Saiyan in white as he bent closer to Raisu’s face, “I got his tail. Don’t I, pal?”
And that was the last straw. Raisu pursed his lips and spit in his face, his spit managing to land right in the eye of his captor.
“Dammit,” screamed the Saiyan as he lurched back. And, to Raisu’s luck, the Saiyan dropped his tail as the man’s eyes flew to his face instinctively. There was no time to waste. Raisu shot his leg out in a kick, his foot crashing into the knee of the Saiyan. He felt bones shatter beneath his foot. The man collapsed as Raisu jumped on and onto him, his elbow extended and aimed right for his previous holder’s chest. Raisu felt the wind leave his foe, but he wasn’t done. With his other hand, he gave the man a swift slap across the face. The Saiyan’s body went limp: another knockout for Raisu. He could feel the other Saiyan’s hands begin to tighten around his throat. In a frenzy, Raisu threw himself backwards. Not particularly elegant, but it would do. Their bodies collided as they both fell to the ground, and they twisted with one another, trading blows as they rolled. Somewhere along the way, Raisu bit into the man’s exposed forearm, the nauseating and iron like taste of blood filling his mouth.
The Saiyan cursed and slammed his fist into Raisu’s chest. But it was too little, too late. Raisu’s battle sense was rising, and the adrenaline filled his veins. Raisu wrapped one arm around the man’s neck and twisted his body, reversing their positions. Now Raisu had the man in a hold, his arm wrapped tight around the man’s throat.
The man struggled, trying to break free. And he almost did, but Raisu ended that attempted with a swift punch to the head. The man stopped, his body relaxing. The Saiyan’s breathing slowed and became more relaxed: he was out cold. Raisu sighed, and disentangled himself from the Saiyan. He sat there next to him for a moment, before reaching for the man’s pouch on impulse. He rustled through it, his fingers wrapping around the one capsule within: their ship. His ship now. The Saiyans wouldn’t need it now. And besides, Raisu had always wanted one.
He examined the capsule. Such a tiny thing held such a large ship, one that could take him to the farthest reaches of the stars. Not that he was leaving just yet. He had stuff left to do on Earth. Raisu stood, and looked at the mess he had made. Three unconscious Saiyans and such a struggle. They hadn’t even been particularly strong, compared to the other signatures he felt. He’d just been foolhardy. But he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
Still, there was the matter of the Saiyans to deal with. They were still here, and still meaning to invade. After all, they were just unconscious. They were still a threat to Earth. Yet somehow, he didn’t feel right about the idea of killing them. It just seemed so… wrong to take their lives. But still, they were still a danger.
Raisu’s mercy would get him killed one day. But for now, he was happy. He’d tied them all up and together. Looking at his handiwork now, it was not unlike a pretzel. He could only hope that it would slow them down or discourage them from attacking. Not that he expected it would. Hopefully when they awoke, they’d rendezvous with the rest of the Saiyans in the cities. At least then they’d be in a combat zone and not harassing innocents.
Maybe Raisu was too soft or too squeamish to kill. But somebody had to hold on to that way of being. It was a world gone mad. And even the tiniest bit of mercy was needed these days. Raisu turned his backs on the Saiyan. And then he ascended to the sky, his ki propelling him through the air. Raisu loved this feeling.
(WC: 3,440 according to google docs.)
(PL please, heavy weights on. Also attempting to learn [SU] Flight. Approval found here.)
(Also, just acquiring the ship IC. Already put a request in at the shop.)
At least Raisu had managed to convince his mother to leave the South Capitol behind. Hopefully she’d taken his concerns to heart and had really hid. If they were lucky, no Saiyans would find her. If he were lucky, no Saiyans would find him. He’d find them. Someone had to stay on the outskirts and protect the little villages that were away from the big cities. Saiyan stragglers would probably break away from the group to have their sick ‘fun’. Raisu’s stomach twisted at the thought of it all. War brought out the worst in people. It was as if the chains of normalcy were stripped from them and the monsters inside could break free. Not that Raisu expected the Saiyans had such chains to begin with. Earth might simply be a new place for them to go wild on. Hopefully the real deal heroes of Earth could do something about them. In the meanwhile, people like Raisu would just do what they could. That was all he could do. He had no mastery, no special techniques, no secret or ancient powers waiting to burst from within. Raisu was just… Raisu. And he’d just try and get by.
And today he found himself walking down a road alone, not a single soul in sight. Had the whole world died without him noticing? No, various ki signatures could be felt all over, raging, locked in a battle of life and death. He was just alone. People were probably in hiding, pressed against doors and loved ones, hoping to avoid the wrath of invaders. Not that he blamed them. Raisu found himself wishing he could do the same. But his only family was on the other side of the world. Or if his father could be counted: among the stars. Hell, maybe his father had found his courage and joined back with the Saiyan army. Somehow he doubted it. Even if his father had been less than perfect, some small part of Raisu hoped he wouldn’t willingly invade the place where his son and one time wife were. Raisu had been wrong before, though. Very wrong. Such as the time he’d thought the android BREU and thought he’d finished him once. What a surprise that had been, when he came back. Thank the Kais that Namekian had shown up and turned the tide. Raisu shivered as he remembered how the android had drained the old man, turning him to dust before his eyes. And then he’d tried to do the same to Raisu. Now that would have been unpleasant.
Not as unpleasant as dying at the hands of an invading army, perhaps. And at that thought, Raisu reached out with his mind, feeling for the various ki signatures, like brushing a hand against the wall of a dark room, looking for a switch. Except now, his hand ran over several switches. Several large switches that were still thankfully mostly grouped together. And, though it was muddled, Raisu thought that perhaps we recognized some of the signatures. Interesting. Were some of his acquaintances fighting the Saiyans? Probably. He knew some strong folks. They were good people, and they’d do what they can.
But what could Raisu do? He couldn’t even fly. He’d been teased for that, by the other hybrid Articho. Now Raisu realized what a valuable skill that really was. He cursed under his breath. Raisu really had squandered his time, not training as much as he should. Tsu Kini would have his head if she saw him now. She was not a fan of wasted time. Raisu smiled to himself as he remembered scoldings from his adolescence. He’d hated them at the time, but now… He realized they had helped shaped him into the man he is today. Funny how that works, really. When it’s happening, one never really realizes just how much they’re being affected, but it does end up making a difference in the long run.
That being said, he still had work to do. The Saiyans were all still relatively close together and grouped up, but that wouldn’t last forever. As time went on, one or two would be sure to split from the group. And they wouldn’t be easy to catch up too, even if Raisu could sense them. No, likely they had already mastered flight. Any advantage Raisu had was stripped from him if they were airborne, seeing as how he couldn’t take to the sky himself. He’d have to fix that.
Raisu continued to walk down the path, looking for a suitable place to practice as he did. While he could easily begin practice right there in the road, it was odd: Raisu would feel much better about it if he set aside an area for practice. And so he did, eventually spotting a tree some distance from the road. It wasn’t a particularly tall tree, or even remarkable in any way aside from the fact that it was the only tree close to the road he’d seen for at least a mile. Raisu came to a stop beneath, the shade of it blackening the area around him. Yes, this area would do nicely. It was the perfect, or at least satisfactory, place to practice.
And so he began. Raisu set his bag aside, and rubbed his hands together, the weights on his wrists bumping together as he did so. He found that he was becoming used to them these days. He would hope so; He spent almost all of his time in them, eating, sleeping, bathing, exercising. All of it. Did it help him? It might have. He’d certainly made some real advancements lately. Perhaps it was some sort of placebo effect. But the strain it put on his body was real.
He’d wasted enough time: he began to climb the tree. Raisu did not go too high, only to the lowest branch. It would be enough. It would be more than enough, really. Raisu pressed his foot on the limb, testing his weight. It would hold the young half-blood, at least for a time. Raisu had never been the bulkiest man, after all. He carefully scooted on to the limb itself and sat himself there, crouched like some sort of stone gargoyle. And then he leapt from the branch. Time seemed to slow as he moved through the air, his mind trying to find the ki needed to fly and somehow manipulate so that he could actually do that. How did this work? Sadly, gravity did not allot Raisu the time he really needed to figure this out: he fell to the ground and smacked into it, the wind leaving his lungs, dust from the ground shooting up around him like a cloud. He laid there for a moment, tapping the hard ground with his fingers while he waited for his breath to return. That had been a poor idea on his part, not thinking about it until he was in the air. He hadn’t even managed to suspend himself for even a second. But he think he had it now.
He pulled himself to his feet and hobbled to the tree, his lungs still protesting. He climbed again, this time hurrying to the branch without caution. And he leapt again, this time letting the ki envelop him like a blanket and push against the ground. And this time he floated. Raisu’s eyes went wide with surprise. Had he done it? And, as if to answer, he fell, striking the ground again. The now familiar feeling of the wind leaving him still left Raisu on the ground, his chest heaving. That had been his fault. He’d lost his focus on that attempt. That had been what condemned him to failure. He again staggered to his feet. Third time's the charm after all.
So he began to climb again, his mind set on success this time. This time he sat on the branch, crouched again, almost as if meditating. Raisu would keep his focus this time, he was sure of it. He opened his eyes, ready. Raisu bounced up and down on the limb, his legs ready to burst. And so he began to jump, the force of his legs propelling him from his perch. And said force also caused the limb to snap beneath him. Here he was, stuck in an awkward phase between falling and jumping. Raisu winced, and waited for the embrace of the cold, hard ground. But it never came. Raisu looked around; He was suspended in air. To his surprise, his ki had surrounded him and he found himself floating. Was this flight? Carefully, he tried to ascend. And so he ascended.
Raisu laughed to himself, happy. This was cool. This was like everyone’s dream, to fly through the air unassisted. And here he was, doing it. Why had he waited so long to learn how to do this? It was amazing. He twisted and turned in the air, as if doing a dance. He rose high above the landscape and looked out across the world. Beautiful, even when death was afoot. Raisu could see so much from this height. He could feel so much, the wind ripping at his clothes and hair, both of them ruffling like mad. He’d found a little piece of joy amidst the chaos.
But there was still much to be done, and this moment couldn’t last. In fact, it had just ended. Raisu felt it before he saw it: three ki signatures, rapidly approaching. They were traveling close to one another and seemed to be descending. Raisu looked up, and through the clouds and sun, he spotted it: a small spaceship hurtling towards Earth, not too far from Raisu. And Raisu was amazed to see that it slowed, as it came closer to ground. How quickly it had lost its speed. It made a smooth landing on the ground and came to a halt. The ship itself was almost sphere like, larger than a standard pod and propped up on stands. Strangely enough, it was unmarked. Raisu descended, the wind whistling past his ears as he did. Whoever was inside, they weren’t your average people. They were strong. Not excessively, but certainly more than human. And then it hit him: Saiyans. Late arrivals it would seem. Had they not seen him?
As he came closer, a hatch dropped from the side of the ship, and revealed a doorway and stairs. Raisu came to a stop: They’d be coming now. Quickly, he moved to suppress his presence. No need to be seen just yet. Three men in battle armor stepped out, all with varying lengths of black hair. Yes, definitely Saiyans. They stretched as they walked, not even bothering to hide their ki signatures. Could they? It wasn’t a skill everyone had. And why would your average Saiyan bother with it? They seemed to like to make themselves be known. They stopped for a moment, and a Saiyan in black and yellow armor turned back to the ship. In a puff of smoke, the ship disappeared, leaving nothing behind. The Saiyan who had turned to look at it bent down and picked something up, stuffing it in a pouch at his side. Capsule technology, it seemed.
Raisu had spent enough time waiting. His tail twitched in anticipation. He let it unfurl as he sped towards them. They’d see him soon enough. He extended his fist in front of him as he flew, as if he were some sort of superhero. He grinned. Raisu could get used to this feeling. There was something that appealed to him about hurtling through the air and crashing his fist into the face of an invading foe. Kais, he loved the feeling as it connected. The Saiyan hadn’t even seen it coming. The Saiyan crashed into the ground and rolled for some time. And as Raisu planted his feet into the ground and looked at the remaining two, the other one didn’t get back up. Knocked out cold, by the look and feel of it. The ki signature was still there, it was just… sleeping.
The other two Saiyans gasped, looking at him in surprise. But to their credit, they quickly moved into fighting stances. They were still Saiyan soldiers after all. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity and a half, sizing each other up. And then one dressed in white and yellow armor dashed at him, fist extended like Raisu had done a moment earlier. Too fast for Raisu to properly react, the fist slammed into his chest. The pain shot throughout his chest. This guy sure knew how to throw a punch, Raisu would give him that. But Raisu could take a punch or two, or five. Raisu gritted his teeth, and answered with a headbutt, slamming his own skull into his attacker’s. The two skulls collided, and pain shot through his own head and his vision blurred. Why did he keep trying these things? Headbutts never really ended well for him.
But the Saiyan stepped back, a hand shooting to his head. It seems that he’d gotten the worst of it. But Raisu got no reprieve. The other Saiyan, the one dressed in black, was on him in a moment, this time with a swift kick to the back of Raisu’s knee. He dropped, his body unready. Not too bad, he’d recover. He rolled away from the Saiyan in black, coming up to a crouch position. He looked at the Saiyan for a second before sending a ki blast at him, which was duly deflected. Damn, Raisu thought, he’d been too slow on that one.
Raisu stood. Where had the one in white gone? And, as if to answer, Raisu felt a shock throughout his entire body. It was as if he were paralyzed, unable to move his muscles. The Saiyan in white had grabbed his tail. Raisu felt a bunch to the back of his head, and he fell forward, his tail still in the hand of his assailant. He could only lie there as his foes took sighs of relief and began to speak.
“A half-breed, huh?”
“Fancy meeting one here.”
“They make me sick, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it. Just so damn impure.”
“What do you wanna do with it?"
“Uh, I dunno. It just knocked Bruss out. Maybe we should show it how it feels. Remind it that it’s not a real Saiyan?”
“Sounds good to me. Flip it over.”
And so they did, unceremoniously rolling Raisu onto his back, tail still in hand. They laughed as they looked at him. One held Raisu’s tail close to his face, as if examining it.
“Look at that. Red hair, red tail. Doesn’t even really look like a Saiyan aside from this thing,” he said as he tugged on Raisu’s tail.
“Guy hasn’t even trained his tail.”
“Wait, this is a guy? He looks kind of girly.”
“I know, right?”
Raisu’s anger rose. Why did everyone always think he was a girl? Was it the hair? Dammit, it must be hair. Raisu struggled to move any part of him, but it was no use. That stupid tail. The Saiyan in black grunted.
“I think he’s trying to move.”
“Oh, he won’t,” said the Saiyan in white as he bent closer to Raisu’s face, “I got his tail. Don’t I, pal?”
And that was the last straw. Raisu pursed his lips and spit in his face, his spit managing to land right in the eye of his captor.
“Dammit,” screamed the Saiyan as he lurched back. And, to Raisu’s luck, the Saiyan dropped his tail as the man’s eyes flew to his face instinctively. There was no time to waste. Raisu shot his leg out in a kick, his foot crashing into the knee of the Saiyan. He felt bones shatter beneath his foot. The man collapsed as Raisu jumped on and onto him, his elbow extended and aimed right for his previous holder’s chest. Raisu felt the wind leave his foe, but he wasn’t done. With his other hand, he gave the man a swift slap across the face. The Saiyan’s body went limp: another knockout for Raisu. He could feel the other Saiyan’s hands begin to tighten around his throat. In a frenzy, Raisu threw himself backwards. Not particularly elegant, but it would do. Their bodies collided as they both fell to the ground, and they twisted with one another, trading blows as they rolled. Somewhere along the way, Raisu bit into the man’s exposed forearm, the nauseating and iron like taste of blood filling his mouth.
The Saiyan cursed and slammed his fist into Raisu’s chest. But it was too little, too late. Raisu’s battle sense was rising, and the adrenaline filled his veins. Raisu wrapped one arm around the man’s neck and twisted his body, reversing their positions. Now Raisu had the man in a hold, his arm wrapped tight around the man’s throat.
The man struggled, trying to break free. And he almost did, but Raisu ended that attempted with a swift punch to the head. The man stopped, his body relaxing. The Saiyan’s breathing slowed and became more relaxed: he was out cold. Raisu sighed, and disentangled himself from the Saiyan. He sat there next to him for a moment, before reaching for the man’s pouch on impulse. He rustled through it, his fingers wrapping around the one capsule within: their ship. His ship now. The Saiyans wouldn’t need it now. And besides, Raisu had always wanted one.
He examined the capsule. Such a tiny thing held such a large ship, one that could take him to the farthest reaches of the stars. Not that he was leaving just yet. He had stuff left to do on Earth. Raisu stood, and looked at the mess he had made. Three unconscious Saiyans and such a struggle. They hadn’t even been particularly strong, compared to the other signatures he felt. He’d just been foolhardy. But he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
Still, there was the matter of the Saiyans to deal with. They were still here, and still meaning to invade. After all, they were just unconscious. They were still a threat to Earth. Yet somehow, he didn’t feel right about the idea of killing them. It just seemed so… wrong to take their lives. But still, they were still a danger.
Raisu’s mercy would get him killed one day. But for now, he was happy. He’d tied them all up and together. Looking at his handiwork now, it was not unlike a pretzel. He could only hope that it would slow them down or discourage them from attacking. Not that he expected it would. Hopefully when they awoke, they’d rendezvous with the rest of the Saiyans in the cities. At least then they’d be in a combat zone and not harassing innocents.
Maybe Raisu was too soft or too squeamish to kill. But somebody had to hold on to that way of being. It was a world gone mad. And even the tiniest bit of mercy was needed these days. Raisu turned his backs on the Saiyan. And then he ascended to the sky, his ki propelling him through the air. Raisu loved this feeling.
(WC: 3,440 according to google docs.)
(PL please, heavy weights on. Also attempting to learn [SU] Flight. Approval found here.)
(Also, just acquiring the ship IC. Already put a request in at the shop.)
