Post by Kizuki on Sept 19, 2015 17:06:46 GMT
Vol. 1 - Chapter 3
Sins of the Past! Kizuki's Nightmare Relived!
Sins of the Past! Kizuki's Nightmare Relived!
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“ESTIMATED ARRIVAL TIME .. TO .. PLANET VEGETA .. TWENTY-FOUR HOURS” came the robotic voice within the Space Pod’s speaker. A bit of a frown came to his face, having to stay cramped up within this pod again for more time than he’d like. Actually, his last “living” memory was sitting in his pod, a half dead mess while his comrades, his mate and son all shared a fate worse than his. It was excruciating to think about, but he couldn’t help himself. Not with being cooped up in here, with nothing to do, no way to actually train. Just himself and his thoughts, his horrible memories. With a bit of a grunt, he’d let his hand roam along the control panel. In doing so, he’d initiate a stasis mode that would put him into a deep sleep, only waking him a few hours until his arrival or if the pod had sustained a substantial amount of damage. Slowly, an invisible gas would fill the pod, that robot voice calling out again, “STASIS MODE INITIATIED” as the brute of a Saiyajin male would begin to cross his arms over his barrel-like chest. On top of his fatigue from just waking up from his previous state of sleep and having to fend for his life, the gas worked almost instantly on him. Eyelids began to feel heavy, as his head reclined back against the cushioned seat. It didn’t take long at all. Kizuki was already knocked out, that Space Pod whipping through space at alarming speeds to get to his destination. In his mind, however, he was in a different place, in a different time. Far, far away from here.
In his mind he was much farther in the past than he should be alive to recollect. He was standing at the front of a massive battle cruiser, ripping through space. Past the window of the hull, he could see the openness of space, the darkness, sprinkled with glowing stars all around. It was the calmness that he had felt before the battle that would take place. The cruiser was filled with a willing crew, Saiyajin and other species alike. A crew he had amassed through his time away from home, away from his current destination. He hated the way he looked at the moment, he would admit. He was dressed, more or less, like his father and not so much like himself. Glossy white battle armor covered his upper half to his waist, the extended shoulder guards were gold in color, as was the middle section of it, all the pipe-like trimming was also in gold. He wore white boots, with the tips of a golden color as well. He was spared having to wear those terrible gloves, and was allowed to wear his heavily favored gauntlets instead, but the usual black and grey color was replaced, once again, by white and gold. And to top it off, the most annoying and gaudy piece he was being forced to wear: that crimson cape. It attached oh so annoyingly to those shoulder guards, flowing down to about the back of his ankles. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, and in that moment he looked like a true Saiyajin Royal Elite. All he was missing was some sort of crown, but those high spikes of black hair seemed to form one enough for him, save for the two thick “bangs” that came down across his forehead. He was no Emperor, no Lord. He did this for them, though, for his crew. He just wanted the planet back, freed from its mechanized slavers. It didn’t take long for Burumasu, his mate, to make her way upwards next to him. He could smell her from a mile away, sweet yet it was subtle as well. The light taps of her black, flat shoes brought her to him. She was not dressed as the others. No battle armor for her. She chose to remain in something more comfortable, a white dress of sorts, fashioned as a gi, training pants under them. “Nnn .. Kizuki-sama .. You look quite foolish.” She’d giggle at him, which would make him blush terribly, moving his eyes to look at her sideways, his brow seemed to always be furrowed anyway – all the more reason for Burumasu to take jabs at her beloved. She was not like the rest, quite unusual to say the least in the eyes of others. Where all pure blooded Saiyajin were born with black hair, black eyes, and a brow tail, it seemed that his mate suffered a mutation at birth. Her skin happened to be a bit more pale than the others, but that was not the only difference. Her hair was devoid of color. The Albino they called her. The hair on her head was long, coming up in a few jagged spikes, running down to her waist, several bangs graced her forehead. Her eyes were red, coining her the term of “demon child” upon her birth. Her tail suffered the same fate as her hair: white as the clouds in the sky. “Must you?” Kizuki would growl under his breath, through clenched teeth, in reference to her teasing. “Onio thought it would help boost the morale of the crew, seeing someone dressed as ridiculously as this .. give them something tangible to fight for since they have no direct ties to Daikondu-sei .. dressed as ridiculous as I am I feel like I’m more their comic relief than anything else.” His eyes left her, moving forward to look out at the endless blackness of space. "Romurusu?” Their son. The young boy who had been the sole survivor of a twin pregnancy. The other boy had died at birth. These were the casualties of life. “Asleep. He had been training with Radishuu and tired himself out. He said he wanted to help his father win.” She would reply. Kizuki didn’t smirk, as he had given strict orders to forbid the cruiser to remain anywhere near Daikondu-sei once the troops had been deployed. Burumasu and her son, with some soldiers, were to leave immediately and not return until a signal was deployed by Kizuki and his forces. The fact that his mate and son forced themselves onto the cruiser itself irritated him to no end. He could not possibly attempt to protect them while defeating this army of mechanized evil. Aside from Burumasu being the strongest on this craft, she was still no match for them and had no training in the art of specialized warfare. “Tell him not to get his hopes up.” Was the only thing Kizuki could say, still refusing to look his mate in the eyes. He would not see her worried expression, but could tell by the tone in her voice that she was still against this mission. Perhaps she had felt her presence here would have changed his mind? It was not likely. “Kizu-cha --- .. Ehm .. Kizuki .. This .. mission ..” she had begun to shake her head in dismay, before continuing. “Why couldn’t we just have remained where we were? As a family? This .. This is a world I thought you had left behind. Not .. Daikondu-sei but .. this world of warring and planet traveling.” He would grunt in response, before retorting in his usual deep, monotone voice. “We were not welcome there anymore. Our numbers grew too large, their resources were being depleted by this army. Rather than force a hostile takeover it was decided that the time had come to return home.” Home. His home. Not his mate’s home, or his son for that matter, and most likely none of the people that he had taken up to be within his ranks. They were all war hungry, blood lust filled companions of his who had no real home. Much like himself up until this point. “I seem to remember I had strictly forbid you and our son to come onto this ship and remain where YOU were. We would have returned for you when the mission was completed.” Burumasu would sigh, shaking her head again as a small hand had pressed to his arm, defined with muscle and hard to the touch. “We are a family. And besides none of that matters anymore. I just .. wish .. I just wish this wasn’t an option, that’s all.” She had let her hand fall, crossing her arms under her own chest, almost mimicking him, but not in her usual teasing manner, it was a usual pose for her just as it was for him. Out in space they both stared, Kizuki’s tail sliding out from under his cape to reach for hers, entwining itself around its white counterpart, while hers did the same to his. This was their way of showing emotion, their way of showing the love they had for one another. Kizuki couldn’t remember if he had ever held her hand before. And in that moment, he had uncrossed his arms to let his own reach over to her. She would do the same, their fingers and hands coming so close that air could barely pass between them .. and then ..
A golden haired warrior, clashing with several of the mechanized monsters that had overrun his entire planet, they were going toe to toe with them. Many of the monsters lay on the ground, destroyed or close to it. His vision was a bit blurred, but upon seeing more clearly he could make out the figure. Burumasu. She had ascended much to his surprise. Her hair, from white to a bright golden color. Her red eyes were now emerald green. He was not adept at being able to completely feel ki signatures, but her power was beyond measure. She stood there, within the destruction she had caused, his golden aura exploding from her body, slowly turning her head to Kizuki. He reached out to her, as she approached. “B .. Buru ..” was all he could mutter, as the female had reached down to help him to his feet. “I know..” was all she said, calmly yet coldly as she did. An arm was draped over her much shorter form, yet she hovered so they both would leave their feet to make it easier to reach their destination. “It’s time to leave.” Was the next thing she had said, as they approached a space pod that was waiting for them a ways away from the destroyed cruiser. Slowly, she’d begin to settle him inside the pod, the brute Saiyajin shaking his head in pain. “N-No .. No! I-I won’t .. leave .. you..” would be his response, gurgling the words. Burumasu had input some coordinates, the robotic voice of the pod did not register to Kizuki as the hatch began to close. He was too weak to remove himself and stop the process. Once the hatch closed completely, his one good eye would look through the circular window at the face of his wife, filled with a calm anger. In a flash it changed, as her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped open, a splash of blood hitting the window of the pod. Her body reverted back to normal, the golden aura had died as did her hair and eyes, back to white and red respectively. What had happened? “K-Kizuki .. We .. will see you soon ..” was the last thing she had heard from her, muffled by the pod hatch being closed. As the pod elevated into the air, he could see more clearly. His mate was impaled on the plasma blade of a Mechajin, twitching and trying to hold onto life. The blade shoved straight through her back, coming out through her stomach. Kizuki’s mouth gaped open, but no words came out – and before long he was in space, unable to change his coordinates before the stasis kicked in, ending up where he had previously for two thousand years. However, his last vision was the sight of his mate, and the brutal death she had been given before ..
“AGH!” He would sit up in that pod, eyes bursting open as he had suddenly awoken from his dream, his nightmare. Muscled chest took in deep breaths, rising and falling dramatically as he frantically looked around his surroundings, he was in a Space Pod – but was it all a dream? Was this real? His answers would come as the robotic voice of the Space Pod entered his ears through the speaker. “STASIS COMPLETE. APPROACHING PLANET VEGETA ATMOSPHERE IN THREE HOURS.” Kizuki remembered now, remembered where he was and what he had gone through. He was headed for a Saiyajin planet he had never heard of: Planet Vegeta after his escape from his 2,000 year captors. A hand had gone up to his head, gritting his teeth from the visions his brain had forced him to relive just moments ago. “Sh-Shimatta ..” would be the only words he could muster. It would be a bit before he reached the planet he was hoping he could find refuge in, and it angered him that he would be left with these thoughts, to relive that awful moment of his life where he put everything he had at risk and lost. Could he have been more selfish? Even though he had forbidden his mate and child to go with them, he should’ve turned around and went back to ensure their safety. So what if the mission would be pushed back? It gave him and his soldiers more time to get stronger, strength they apparently needed to survive this attack. But, in the end, would it really matter? Burumasu – a Super Saiyajin, the Golden Haired Warrior. He tried not to think about it, but not even the power of the Super Saiyajin seemed to not be enough. He cursed himself. Maybe if he had ascended as well, if the two of them together fought as Super Saiyajin warriors … he’d look down at his hands, his open palms as if questioning his own power then. He’d clench his hands into fists, before looking back out of the window of the pod. He couldn’t think about her, or his son. He had to push those thoughts from his mind, as there was no bringing them back now. With his face contorted into that of anger, his brow furrowed in that classic expression he had for years, heavily muscled arms crossed over his chest, he stared silently out into space and awaited his arrival to the Saiyajin homeworld, Planet Vegeta.
Word Count: 3,180
Summary: While in stasis mode in his Space Pod, traveling to this unknown Saiyajin home world named Planet Vegeta, Kizuki had begun to relive the final living moments of his previous life. Painfully, he had once again witnessed the apparent death of his mate and child, as well as his comrades. Having awoken in a fury, he now is hours away from his final destination. What awaits Kizuki on his new planet?!
Looking for PL on this. Thank you.
In his mind he was much farther in the past than he should be alive to recollect. He was standing at the front of a massive battle cruiser, ripping through space. Past the window of the hull, he could see the openness of space, the darkness, sprinkled with glowing stars all around. It was the calmness that he had felt before the battle that would take place. The cruiser was filled with a willing crew, Saiyajin and other species alike. A crew he had amassed through his time away from home, away from his current destination. He hated the way he looked at the moment, he would admit. He was dressed, more or less, like his father and not so much like himself. Glossy white battle armor covered his upper half to his waist, the extended shoulder guards were gold in color, as was the middle section of it, all the pipe-like trimming was also in gold. He wore white boots, with the tips of a golden color as well. He was spared having to wear those terrible gloves, and was allowed to wear his heavily favored gauntlets instead, but the usual black and grey color was replaced, once again, by white and gold. And to top it off, the most annoying and gaudy piece he was being forced to wear: that crimson cape. It attached oh so annoyingly to those shoulder guards, flowing down to about the back of his ankles. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, and in that moment he looked like a true Saiyajin Royal Elite. All he was missing was some sort of crown, but those high spikes of black hair seemed to form one enough for him, save for the two thick “bangs” that came down across his forehead. He was no Emperor, no Lord. He did this for them, though, for his crew. He just wanted the planet back, freed from its mechanized slavers. It didn’t take long for Burumasu, his mate, to make her way upwards next to him. He could smell her from a mile away, sweet yet it was subtle as well. The light taps of her black, flat shoes brought her to him. She was not dressed as the others. No battle armor for her. She chose to remain in something more comfortable, a white dress of sorts, fashioned as a gi, training pants under them. “Nnn .. Kizuki-sama .. You look quite foolish.” She’d giggle at him, which would make him blush terribly, moving his eyes to look at her sideways, his brow seemed to always be furrowed anyway – all the more reason for Burumasu to take jabs at her beloved. She was not like the rest, quite unusual to say the least in the eyes of others. Where all pure blooded Saiyajin were born with black hair, black eyes, and a brow tail, it seemed that his mate suffered a mutation at birth. Her skin happened to be a bit more pale than the others, but that was not the only difference. Her hair was devoid of color. The Albino they called her. The hair on her head was long, coming up in a few jagged spikes, running down to her waist, several bangs graced her forehead. Her eyes were red, coining her the term of “demon child” upon her birth. Her tail suffered the same fate as her hair: white as the clouds in the sky. “Must you?” Kizuki would growl under his breath, through clenched teeth, in reference to her teasing. “Onio thought it would help boost the morale of the crew, seeing someone dressed as ridiculously as this .. give them something tangible to fight for since they have no direct ties to Daikondu-sei .. dressed as ridiculous as I am I feel like I’m more their comic relief than anything else.” His eyes left her, moving forward to look out at the endless blackness of space. "Romurusu?” Their son. The young boy who had been the sole survivor of a twin pregnancy. The other boy had died at birth. These were the casualties of life. “Asleep. He had been training with Radishuu and tired himself out. He said he wanted to help his father win.” She would reply. Kizuki didn’t smirk, as he had given strict orders to forbid the cruiser to remain anywhere near Daikondu-sei once the troops had been deployed. Burumasu and her son, with some soldiers, were to leave immediately and not return until a signal was deployed by Kizuki and his forces. The fact that his mate and son forced themselves onto the cruiser itself irritated him to no end. He could not possibly attempt to protect them while defeating this army of mechanized evil. Aside from Burumasu being the strongest on this craft, she was still no match for them and had no training in the art of specialized warfare. “Tell him not to get his hopes up.” Was the only thing Kizuki could say, still refusing to look his mate in the eyes. He would not see her worried expression, but could tell by the tone in her voice that she was still against this mission. Perhaps she had felt her presence here would have changed his mind? It was not likely. “Kizu-cha --- .. Ehm .. Kizuki .. This .. mission ..” she had begun to shake her head in dismay, before continuing. “Why couldn’t we just have remained where we were? As a family? This .. This is a world I thought you had left behind. Not .. Daikondu-sei but .. this world of warring and planet traveling.” He would grunt in response, before retorting in his usual deep, monotone voice. “We were not welcome there anymore. Our numbers grew too large, their resources were being depleted by this army. Rather than force a hostile takeover it was decided that the time had come to return home.” Home. His home. Not his mate’s home, or his son for that matter, and most likely none of the people that he had taken up to be within his ranks. They were all war hungry, blood lust filled companions of his who had no real home. Much like himself up until this point. “I seem to remember I had strictly forbid you and our son to come onto this ship and remain where YOU were. We would have returned for you when the mission was completed.” Burumasu would sigh, shaking her head again as a small hand had pressed to his arm, defined with muscle and hard to the touch. “We are a family. And besides none of that matters anymore. I just .. wish .. I just wish this wasn’t an option, that’s all.” She had let her hand fall, crossing her arms under her own chest, almost mimicking him, but not in her usual teasing manner, it was a usual pose for her just as it was for him. Out in space they both stared, Kizuki’s tail sliding out from under his cape to reach for hers, entwining itself around its white counterpart, while hers did the same to his. This was their way of showing emotion, their way of showing the love they had for one another. Kizuki couldn’t remember if he had ever held her hand before. And in that moment, he had uncrossed his arms to let his own reach over to her. She would do the same, their fingers and hands coming so close that air could barely pass between them .. and then ..
BOOM!
Before his mind could piece together the feeling of that tender moment, Kizuki’s brain would force him to relive the devastation that happened upon entering the atmosphere of Daikondu-sei. The “Mechajin” as the crew had begun to call them, seemed to have developed the technology necessary to disrupt Kizuki’s battle cruiser. The less than stellar landing proved to be a rocky start for their excursion, but it would only get worse as Kizuki’s mind had skipped forward to the final moments of his previous life. Daikondu-sei had turned into a factory of planet, rather than one with organic life. The planet itself had changed from a green and blue planet to that of black and brown. Everything organic was dead. The Mechajin had destroyed everything in favor of towers and factories, powered through artificial means. They did not need food or water, so anything in regards to that was destroyed. At this moment in time, Kizuki was in the middle of the war. His body beaten, his armor completely destroyed. He rested on one knee, catching his breath and favoring a wound on his stomach, a slash by a plasma blade from one of these “creatures.” His dark, spiked hair looked more disheveled after being manhandled in such a way. He looked over to see his comrade, second in command, and oldest friend, Radishuu, lying face down in the ground, as dead as the planet itself. His body had bled completely out from a massive wound to his stomach. It seemed these beasts were intent on savagely snuffing the life out of them. He’d grit his teeth in pain, slowly coming to a stand as he had caught the attention of one of the few remaining soldiers left. “Calabasu! G .. Get Burumasu .. and .. Romurusu .. into a Space Pod .. N-NOW!” Kizuki roared through blood stained teeth. The young soldier nodded, still brave even with all that fear on his face. The young Saiyajin had turned to make his way back towards the battle cruiser when a large, mechanized version of what could be called a spider latched itself onto him. Through feral screams of pain, the young Saiyajin was stabbed repeatedly with the plasma charged fangs and two front “legs” of the beast – the remains of that battle armor seemed to be nothing to the Mechajin. A flinch came from Kizuki at the sight, and as the Mecha Spider turned its head the Saiyajin Commander, it would appear to scan him before letting out a mechanized screech, quickly bounding off elsewhere. He had experienced this a few times during this battle where a Mechajin would not directly go after Kizuki, and as in bad shape as he was he should be in worse. Possibly even dead, to be honest. Not having much time to process the thought, he heard a scream – a scream of a young boy. “OTOU-SAAAANNN!!!” His eyes would bolt open wide, blood stained mouth gaping. “R .. Romu ..” as his attention turned to the nearly destroyed battle cruiser. His young son was being dragged out by the scruff on the back of his head, kicking, screaming and crying. “R .. Romu .. ROMURUSU!” Kizuki would roar, watching his son being dragged off before another Mech would approach the young boy and drive a plasma blade straight into his chest, and in a shrill scream that began to die off, Kizuki would watch his son reach out to him before going limp. “Ah … Ahhh .. Kchh …” He could not believe it. These animals. These – these soulless wretches! The anger inside his heart began to fester, he could feel his body getting hot as veins began to protrude from his body, popping up from under his skin. “Y-Y-You .. B-Bastards … YOU … BASTARDS!!” The mighty Saiyajin let out a roar, and if anyone were there to see, they would witness his hair flash from gold to black a few times, his wide open eyes from black to green but it was only for an instant as before this ascension could be completely, a Mechajin Soldier Class, standing over eight feet tall, would slam its fist directly into the back of Kizuki’s head, halting everything and dropping him to the ground in a heap. Face first, he lied there for a while, unable to wake up. Moments later when he did, he’d painfully raise his head up off the ground, his eyes opening wide to take in the scene in front of him.A golden haired warrior, clashing with several of the mechanized monsters that had overrun his entire planet, they were going toe to toe with them. Many of the monsters lay on the ground, destroyed or close to it. His vision was a bit blurred, but upon seeing more clearly he could make out the figure. Burumasu. She had ascended much to his surprise. Her hair, from white to a bright golden color. Her red eyes were now emerald green. He was not adept at being able to completely feel ki signatures, but her power was beyond measure. She stood there, within the destruction she had caused, his golden aura exploding from her body, slowly turning her head to Kizuki. He reached out to her, as she approached. “B .. Buru ..” was all he could mutter, as the female had reached down to help him to his feet. “I know..” was all she said, calmly yet coldly as she did. An arm was draped over her much shorter form, yet she hovered so they both would leave their feet to make it easier to reach their destination. “It’s time to leave.” Was the next thing she had said, as they approached a space pod that was waiting for them a ways away from the destroyed cruiser. Slowly, she’d begin to settle him inside the pod, the brute Saiyajin shaking his head in pain. “N-No .. No! I-I won’t .. leave .. you..” would be his response, gurgling the words. Burumasu had input some coordinates, the robotic voice of the pod did not register to Kizuki as the hatch began to close. He was too weak to remove himself and stop the process. Once the hatch closed completely, his one good eye would look through the circular window at the face of his wife, filled with a calm anger. In a flash it changed, as her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped open, a splash of blood hitting the window of the pod. Her body reverted back to normal, the golden aura had died as did her hair and eyes, back to white and red respectively. What had happened? “K-Kizuki .. We .. will see you soon ..” was the last thing she had heard from her, muffled by the pod hatch being closed. As the pod elevated into the air, he could see more clearly. His mate was impaled on the plasma blade of a Mechajin, twitching and trying to hold onto life. The blade shoved straight through her back, coming out through her stomach. Kizuki’s mouth gaped open, but no words came out – and before long he was in space, unable to change his coordinates before the stasis kicked in, ending up where he had previously for two thousand years. However, his last vision was the sight of his mate, and the brutal death she had been given before ..
“AGH!” He would sit up in that pod, eyes bursting open as he had suddenly awoken from his dream, his nightmare. Muscled chest took in deep breaths, rising and falling dramatically as he frantically looked around his surroundings, he was in a Space Pod – but was it all a dream? Was this real? His answers would come as the robotic voice of the Space Pod entered his ears through the speaker. “STASIS COMPLETE. APPROACHING PLANET VEGETA ATMOSPHERE IN THREE HOURS.” Kizuki remembered now, remembered where he was and what he had gone through. He was headed for a Saiyajin planet he had never heard of: Planet Vegeta after his escape from his 2,000 year captors. A hand had gone up to his head, gritting his teeth from the visions his brain had forced him to relive just moments ago. “Sh-Shimatta ..” would be the only words he could muster. It would be a bit before he reached the planet he was hoping he could find refuge in, and it angered him that he would be left with these thoughts, to relive that awful moment of his life where he put everything he had at risk and lost. Could he have been more selfish? Even though he had forbidden his mate and child to go with them, he should’ve turned around and went back to ensure their safety. So what if the mission would be pushed back? It gave him and his soldiers more time to get stronger, strength they apparently needed to survive this attack. But, in the end, would it really matter? Burumasu – a Super Saiyajin, the Golden Haired Warrior. He tried not to think about it, but not even the power of the Super Saiyajin seemed to not be enough. He cursed himself. Maybe if he had ascended as well, if the two of them together fought as Super Saiyajin warriors … he’d look down at his hands, his open palms as if questioning his own power then. He’d clench his hands into fists, before looking back out of the window of the pod. He couldn’t think about her, or his son. He had to push those thoughts from his mind, as there was no bringing them back now. With his face contorted into that of anger, his brow furrowed in that classic expression he had for years, heavily muscled arms crossed over his chest, he stared silently out into space and awaited his arrival to the Saiyajin homeworld, Planet Vegeta.
Word Count: 3,180
Summary: While in stasis mode in his Space Pod, traveling to this unknown Saiyajin home world named Planet Vegeta, Kizuki had begun to relive the final living moments of his previous life. Painfully, he had once again witnessed the apparent death of his mate and child, as well as his comrades. Having awoken in a fury, he now is hours away from his final destination. What awaits Kizuki on his new planet?!
Looking for PL on this. Thank you.
