Post by Brassica on Sept 22, 2015 1:22:41 GMT
She took a sip of her drink, letting the flavour sit on her tongue, the cooling liquid filling her mouth before it slowly went down her throat. "Hmm... begin." said the dark haired woman, her tail flicking slightly. The Simian standing before her nodded before turning around and racing for the edge where he let out a loud series of hoots. It was soon answered by a clamourous noise from the crowd below which were grouped together in the edges of a large circular arena, the center of which was empty save for a single Simian.
Brassica rested her cup on the armrest of stone as the tournament slowly began. "Much better than last years." she said, tapping the skull of a Namekian she was using for her cup. "Many thanks Goddess." said an older looking Simian. The Saiyan reclined in her "throne" as the Simians below were called forth and fought with one another in one on one combat, each of them showing off all their martial prowess. In times before her arrival, this was more akin to their ancient mating rituals, but since her ascension to godhood it was shifted into a display of power.
The winner of this tournament would prove themselves to be the strongest of the Simians, the most agile, the most cunning... and it was this one that the Saiyan would fight against, for that was their prize. A chance to face their Goddess in one on one combat. So far in all these tournaments not one of them had bested her, but it did provide her with some decent training. And it wasn't all that bad, because after the bout, the lucky Simian tended to find themselves surrounded by amourous admirers, so in a way, this tournament is one massive mating ritual, winner takes all.
Well, all except their Goddess. But that didn't stop the participants, each one wanting to be the first one to claim their Goddess for their mate. Not that that was likely to happen any time soon.
Brassica stroked the cranial vestiges on her newly made cup, thinking over the information they had given her before she killed them. A war was brewing in the heavens above between her people and everyone else... and she wasn't sure if it would spread to her little corner of the galaxy. She was under no illusions that she could face an army if they came to lay waste to her planet on the mere suspicion of it being an enemy outpost... the odd pirate group or two yes, but a well organised cooridinated military force? She let out a soft sigh. "Does something displease Goddess?" asked the elder Simian, her advisor for the last several years, one of her original carers when she was much younger. "Are the Potentials-" he began to ask before she flicked her tail.
"They are fine Father." she answered, forcing herself to smile to allay the old Simian's concerns. The old Simian blushed at the affectionate title she gave him. Gods weren’t meant to have parents except for other gods, but this Simian had helped raise her, and so she chose to name him as such. "My concerns are what the invaders spoke of... But they are my concerns, and should not trouble you." said the Saiyan as she returned her focus to the progressing tournament.
There was something that piqued her interest this time around, something that she had not seen in last years tournament. "Tell me, are the stones cracking beneath them as they collide?" she asked, not quite believing the sight. "They are Goddess... this years Potentials seem to have taken the last few years lessons to heart." replied Father, eyeing his "daughter" amusedly.
She leaned back in her throne, resting a finger near the corner of her mouth as she considered the situation. "Well then... this year may actually prove interesting after all." she purred, her tail swishing from side to side. And at this rate, thought Brassica to herself, my forces may actually prove to be a challenge for any enemy... maybe...
She continued to watch the tournament in earnest, each one of the Simian's below showing off their individual prowess, some being faster than others, some clearly stronger, and a few were more durable. The bouts continued on into the night where the arena was then lit up by a ring of fires as well as the gaze of the stars and moon. Thankfully tonight was a half-moon, so she could fully enjoy tonights final round.
It had ultimately come down to two Potentials remaining. Each of them was at least seven feet tall, and built lean yet muscles could clearly be defined on their forms. They turned to face the throne upon which Brassica set and knelt down. She stood up and approached the edge of her pyramid before she spoke. "Both of you have faced many foes today. At the start of this day, there were two hundred of you. Now only you two remain. Know that all of the fights today have pleased me, that you have all shown great promise." she called forth, a great roar of cheers and approval greeting her words. "But, only one of you may have the opportunity this year to challenge your Goddess... what are the names of those who would seek this honour?" she called forth, following the ritual she had made those years ago when she had been just a child curious for the names of those around her.
The Simian on the left spoke first, "I am Chul'taka." he said. "I am Dal'taka." said the one on the right, raising a brow and a smirk from Brassica's face. "It would seem my people, that today's final match will be a grand one indeed. For what greater fight can there be given, than the one between brothers seeking the same mate?!" she cried out, the audience laughing and cheering, the two males on the ground grinning as well. When the cheering had died down, she held out a single hand, the two Simian brothers rising and taking up places on opposite sides of the arena. "Begin!" she called out, standing in place as she watched the fight below, her Ki Sight allowing her to watch the fight in greater detail.
She watched as the two brothers, for she could see clearly now the resemblance between the two Simians, charge towards each other at a tremendous speed before their fists collided with each other. Chul opted for an overhand method whilst Dal went for a more underhand strike. Gut or head, each of them was trying to use the height of the other to their advantage. Their fists and feet clashed furiously against one another, each one blocking the other, the fight going so far as to include their tails as weapons as well. Simian tails were heavier than Saiyan tails were, and were not a weakness as Saiyans were... no, in fact they were like a fifth limb to the Simians, with only the Goddess not using her tail as they did.
The Simians seemed to accept this though as the stories went that when she was in her smaller flesh form she was restraining her power, and only used her full strength, tail included, when the moon was full and her wrath was ignited... it was a story that she did not see the need to dissuade. The fight lasted for another hour, neither Simian looking to give up, despite how tired each of them looked. That was another reason for the tournament taking place in the space of a single day, it was also a test of endurance on top of everything else. The only times each of the combatants had to rest was between the bouts. Brassica watched the sweat rolling from their brows, how it matted and shined their fur, their flesh rippling with their veins and muscles from the strain of combat. The arena itself was a mess of craters and debris, the sheer impact forces of their blows creating small shockwaves around them, a fact that the Saiyan Goddess enjoyed very much. The shockwave effect usually signified that their power levels were rising, and if the Simian race had reached that stage already, she wondered what they would be like with a few more years of these tournaments...
"The brothers please you Goddess." her Father said, interrupting her train of conscious thought. She looked at him curiously before he coughed politely, causing her to blush furiously. "It is only natural that they should please me!" she quickly retorted, placing a hand to her chest. "They are fighting in my name, and for a chance to face me after all... I would not accept a mate that is weaker than myself." said Brassica, her Father chuckling a little. "Of course not my Goddess, of course not." the old Simian replied in a tone that caused her tail to twitch somewhat. Soon though a great cheer went up from the crowd, causing her to snap her focus back to the battle below, where it appeared a victor had emerged. Chul'taka stood with one foot atop Dal'taka's head, the other against one of his arms. The tail firmly in his grasp with his tail, and both hands were being used to hold down Dal'taka's other arm and leg in a strange grapple position. It was clear that Dal'taka was unable to shift nor free himself of his brother's grasp.
"My people," called out Brassica, the cheering falling silent as their Goddess spoke, "it would appear that this clash of the brothers has reached its conclusion. Chul'taka has proven himself greater than Dal'taka. This time." she added on with a grin, easing the pain of the defeat that the brother would be feeling right now. "But, fret not Dal'taka, your brother may be joining you soon." she called down, a ripple of laughter and cheers rising from the audience at the proclamation, the two brothers rising to their feet and taking each others forearm and tail in good manner.
"Chul'taka, you have one day to rest and prepare yourself. Make the most of it. For tomorrow, we fight!" she roared, the entire arena erupting into hoots and hollers, the brothers joining in. Yes, thought Brassica to herself as she returned to her throne for the day, this fight should be interesting indeed. She licked her lips at the thought of the coming battle. Maybe she'd need to actually use her full power with him... that thought sent a shiver through her body, causing her to purr. "Yes... this will be interesting..." the Goddess smirked.
Brassica rested her cup on the armrest of stone as the tournament slowly began. "Much better than last years." she said, tapping the skull of a Namekian she was using for her cup. "Many thanks Goddess." said an older looking Simian. The Saiyan reclined in her "throne" as the Simians below were called forth and fought with one another in one on one combat, each of them showing off all their martial prowess. In times before her arrival, this was more akin to their ancient mating rituals, but since her ascension to godhood it was shifted into a display of power.
The winner of this tournament would prove themselves to be the strongest of the Simians, the most agile, the most cunning... and it was this one that the Saiyan would fight against, for that was their prize. A chance to face their Goddess in one on one combat. So far in all these tournaments not one of them had bested her, but it did provide her with some decent training. And it wasn't all that bad, because after the bout, the lucky Simian tended to find themselves surrounded by amourous admirers, so in a way, this tournament is one massive mating ritual, winner takes all.
Well, all except their Goddess. But that didn't stop the participants, each one wanting to be the first one to claim their Goddess for their mate. Not that that was likely to happen any time soon.
Brassica stroked the cranial vestiges on her newly made cup, thinking over the information they had given her before she killed them. A war was brewing in the heavens above between her people and everyone else... and she wasn't sure if it would spread to her little corner of the galaxy. She was under no illusions that she could face an army if they came to lay waste to her planet on the mere suspicion of it being an enemy outpost... the odd pirate group or two yes, but a well organised cooridinated military force? She let out a soft sigh. "Does something displease Goddess?" asked the elder Simian, her advisor for the last several years, one of her original carers when she was much younger. "Are the Potentials-" he began to ask before she flicked her tail.
"They are fine Father." she answered, forcing herself to smile to allay the old Simian's concerns. The old Simian blushed at the affectionate title she gave him. Gods weren’t meant to have parents except for other gods, but this Simian had helped raise her, and so she chose to name him as such. "My concerns are what the invaders spoke of... But they are my concerns, and should not trouble you." said the Saiyan as she returned her focus to the progressing tournament.
There was something that piqued her interest this time around, something that she had not seen in last years tournament. "Tell me, are the stones cracking beneath them as they collide?" she asked, not quite believing the sight. "They are Goddess... this years Potentials seem to have taken the last few years lessons to heart." replied Father, eyeing his "daughter" amusedly.
She leaned back in her throne, resting a finger near the corner of her mouth as she considered the situation. "Well then... this year may actually prove interesting after all." she purred, her tail swishing from side to side. And at this rate, thought Brassica to herself, my forces may actually prove to be a challenge for any enemy... maybe...
She continued to watch the tournament in earnest, each one of the Simian's below showing off their individual prowess, some being faster than others, some clearly stronger, and a few were more durable. The bouts continued on into the night where the arena was then lit up by a ring of fires as well as the gaze of the stars and moon. Thankfully tonight was a half-moon, so she could fully enjoy tonights final round.
It had ultimately come down to two Potentials remaining. Each of them was at least seven feet tall, and built lean yet muscles could clearly be defined on their forms. They turned to face the throne upon which Brassica set and knelt down. She stood up and approached the edge of her pyramid before she spoke. "Both of you have faced many foes today. At the start of this day, there were two hundred of you. Now only you two remain. Know that all of the fights today have pleased me, that you have all shown great promise." she called forth, a great roar of cheers and approval greeting her words. "But, only one of you may have the opportunity this year to challenge your Goddess... what are the names of those who would seek this honour?" she called forth, following the ritual she had made those years ago when she had been just a child curious for the names of those around her.
The Simian on the left spoke first, "I am Chul'taka." he said. "I am Dal'taka." said the one on the right, raising a brow and a smirk from Brassica's face. "It would seem my people, that today's final match will be a grand one indeed. For what greater fight can there be given, than the one between brothers seeking the same mate?!" she cried out, the audience laughing and cheering, the two males on the ground grinning as well. When the cheering had died down, she held out a single hand, the two Simian brothers rising and taking up places on opposite sides of the arena. "Begin!" she called out, standing in place as she watched the fight below, her Ki Sight allowing her to watch the fight in greater detail.
She watched as the two brothers, for she could see clearly now the resemblance between the two Simians, charge towards each other at a tremendous speed before their fists collided with each other. Chul opted for an overhand method whilst Dal went for a more underhand strike. Gut or head, each of them was trying to use the height of the other to their advantage. Their fists and feet clashed furiously against one another, each one blocking the other, the fight going so far as to include their tails as weapons as well. Simian tails were heavier than Saiyan tails were, and were not a weakness as Saiyans were... no, in fact they were like a fifth limb to the Simians, with only the Goddess not using her tail as they did.
The Simians seemed to accept this though as the stories went that when she was in her smaller flesh form she was restraining her power, and only used her full strength, tail included, when the moon was full and her wrath was ignited... it was a story that she did not see the need to dissuade. The fight lasted for another hour, neither Simian looking to give up, despite how tired each of them looked. That was another reason for the tournament taking place in the space of a single day, it was also a test of endurance on top of everything else. The only times each of the combatants had to rest was between the bouts. Brassica watched the sweat rolling from their brows, how it matted and shined their fur, their flesh rippling with their veins and muscles from the strain of combat. The arena itself was a mess of craters and debris, the sheer impact forces of their blows creating small shockwaves around them, a fact that the Saiyan Goddess enjoyed very much. The shockwave effect usually signified that their power levels were rising, and if the Simian race had reached that stage already, she wondered what they would be like with a few more years of these tournaments...
"The brothers please you Goddess." her Father said, interrupting her train of conscious thought. She looked at him curiously before he coughed politely, causing her to blush furiously. "It is only natural that they should please me!" she quickly retorted, placing a hand to her chest. "They are fighting in my name, and for a chance to face me after all... I would not accept a mate that is weaker than myself." said Brassica, her Father chuckling a little. "Of course not my Goddess, of course not." the old Simian replied in a tone that caused her tail to twitch somewhat. Soon though a great cheer went up from the crowd, causing her to snap her focus back to the battle below, where it appeared a victor had emerged. Chul'taka stood with one foot atop Dal'taka's head, the other against one of his arms. The tail firmly in his grasp with his tail, and both hands were being used to hold down Dal'taka's other arm and leg in a strange grapple position. It was clear that Dal'taka was unable to shift nor free himself of his brother's grasp.
"My people," called out Brassica, the cheering falling silent as their Goddess spoke, "it would appear that this clash of the brothers has reached its conclusion. Chul'taka has proven himself greater than Dal'taka. This time." she added on with a grin, easing the pain of the defeat that the brother would be feeling right now. "But, fret not Dal'taka, your brother may be joining you soon." she called down, a ripple of laughter and cheers rising from the audience at the proclamation, the two brothers rising to their feet and taking each others forearm and tail in good manner.
"Chul'taka, you have one day to rest and prepare yourself. Make the most of it. For tomorrow, we fight!" she roared, the entire arena erupting into hoots and hollers, the brothers joining in. Yes, thought Brassica to herself as she returned to her throne for the day, this fight should be interesting indeed. She licked her lips at the thought of the coming battle. Maybe she'd need to actually use her full power with him... that thought sent a shiver through her body, causing her to purr. "Yes... this will be interesting..." the Goddess smirked.
