Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 11:01:27 GMT
Nahabo remembers being carried by his once loved, eldest brother, being fueled by his once trusted friend with promises of a better training system, one that would turn the family into the strongest of the strongest, the elite of the elite, to clean the family's honor after their father's inglorious retreat from the battlefield, regaining the middle class status of the family, but in reality the 'training' doomed him to nearly a in the wasteland. Nahabo remembered how cheerful he and his five youngest brothers were in the first days, stalking saibamen, practicing ki blasts, hunting everything they saw worthy of a bite. Unruly middle classed brats cannot fend for themselves for long, especially after realizing the eldest of the twelve brothers, Feijoa, would never come back. And so they lived, releasing their frustration on each other by fighting and badmouthing, to the young saiyans everything was an excuse to cause chaos. Somehow they survived two years, until one horrid night, after weeks of unsuccessful hunting excursions Nahabo murdered his less aggressive brothers. The fight was brutal, but quick, for Nahabo had been attempting to create his own ki blast, hoping to make it, like his frail mother would say, worthy of the elite of the elite, the blast was indeed strong, strong enough to annihilate his opponents, he named it after what his now dead brothers used to call him, 'Bloody Bastard'. Five years had passed since the macabre murder of his five best friends and companions, Nahabo spent most of the time perfecting his technique, hoping to make it strong enough to obliterate Feijoa, as well as training his strength, speed and will, aiming to be better than his eldest brother, the one he believed to be the real 'Bloody Bastard'.
Seven years of complete isolation and hard training were enough for Nahabo to feel he could annihilate his brother, the one who fooled him, who doomed him, the one who in his opinion, truly killed his brothers. Nahabo flew over to the district he remembered to be once his playground where his gang of six years olded twats reigned supreme, grudging nostalgia filled his heart when he landed on the place that was once his home. He slowly walked to the door and knocked it, his heart getting heavier and heavier, was his father back? How is his mother? Where are his older brothers? His doubts vanished when a flimsy, decrepit woman, that once was a proud middle class saiyan opened the door, it took Nahabo a lengthy second to realize the hag was his mother. Nahabo was not very attached to his mother, always obeying her orders and rarely complaining but seeing her compassion towards everyone as a weakness, why did she decided to let the heir take the shots and banish the youngsters?Nahabo lifted the old lady by her neck and asked where was his brother. Killing his mother was never his intention, but after hearing the sound of a ki blast being shot, Nahabo instinctively threw his mother at the blast, like he used to do with large rocks and with the occasional saibamen, making a gruesome block that would forever fill him with dread.
'You… you killed my mother… Why…?' Had woman not also being his mother, he would be laughing, taking pleasure on causing great pain at the one who doomed him to a horrible life, but now he was feeling horror.
'I never wanted this, I wanted you dead!' Nahabo fell on his knees 'You… You made me kill her… And Miholo, and Pehahod and all our brothers…' Feijao flinched, realizing that the powerful saiyan he was about to face was actually his third youngest brother, he stepped back. Nahabo’s voice was shaky, as he was at the brink of crying 'Bastard, you… you doomed us all! You are the one who started this! I will kill you!' Nahabo shot the most powerful 'Bloody Bastard' he ever did by mustering all the ki he had and shoot it in a tiny, extremely dense slice, the volatile blast missed Feijao by inches, burning his arm and slicing the house Feijao shared with his mother, before exploding.
The saiyan police is not known for being forgiving, that and for not overlooking any sort of crime, solving every case with distinct brutality, ten saiyan police officers were sent to stop Nahabo's erratic behavior, and bring him to justice, preferably dead. Armed with deadly arm cannons and sturdy battle armor, the squad fell on Nahabo with an aggressivity that quite possibly leveled his. Being quickly subdued by the sheer strength in numbers and tactical advantage, Nahabo was sent to jail, planned to be executed in the near future for Property Damage, Murder and Attempted Murder of a Higher Class. After a week of isolation, something that Nahabo had already embraced as normal, he and some fellow inmates were brought to an Interrogation Room, in front of them stood a sergeant whose beard covered most of his scars, a gift from the many decades he spent defending the Empire.
'You, freaks, will be forced to serve, because apparently there will be an invasion that will require us, the ones who deserve to live a life of joy, to rely on fighters that have shown value in battle, and on you, disdainful savages, that apparently showed some talent to be a glorified meat shield.' Nahabo shrivered at the though, remembering the painful look on his mother's face while being thrown at the ki blast, 'Either that or you will be disemboweled to amuse a crowd of frost demons, and later, saibamen will feast upon your sorry flesh. Any questions?'
A burly inmate had the lack of sense to attempt to fly away, the sergeant shoot a mere ki blast, a mere ki blast strong enough to immolate the saiyan, 'No questions, you have three days to decide.', the recently formed group of future comrades, the future squad 40-NB, were, four days after the strange invitation, taking tests, the tests involved pain resistance, ki projection, strength and intelligence, all tests were equally deadly to the death row inmates, if a rather unlucky inmate failed one he would be terminated for knowing how the army acquired a sizeable amount of its 'volunteers', after successfully cheating the intelligence test by threatening the examining officer, Nahabo was sent to a barrack, and trained there a month. During the eve of the departure to war Nahabo spent his, probable, last day of, hindered, freedom, celebrating with his comrades, most of them strangers and a couple acquaintances.
During the flight to Earth, less than a solar year away from it, something unexpected happened, Nahabo felt fear and shock, his instinct telling him to move away, because the meteor that appeared on his radar was no meteor, but a beam... A purple beam ten times the size of his pod, big enough to engulf him and his small squad of scouts and shiny enough to temporarily blind one. The small ship managed to dodge it, but the others weren’t so lucky, either the machines were too slow or the inexperienced pilots flinched while staring at the amazingly powerful attack, when a second beam was shot it grazed the pod's armor and activated its automatic security mode. Knowing the end was nearing, Nahabo looked at his comrades' ships, all wrecked, torn apart, devoid of life and then, in a futile attempt to find some inner peace, he stared at the stars. A beautiful sight. The stars were bright yellow, they contrasted nicely with the utter darkness of space, it was beautiful... He felt light, and his eyes closed. 'Who killed me?' were his last words before he embraced sleep. Saiyan scientists defend that when in stasis, one does not dream. But one may have the chance to dwell on their memories, with no control.
A saiyan pod's duty is to land on a planet, and keep the pilot alive, even if a sacrifice of its hardware is needed, the broken pod's terminal decided that the safest place to land was in the middle of the ocean, so the pod and by extent, the pilot, suffer the least possible damage. The earliest memory Nahabo has since his groggy awakening was the taste of salt and bitter seaweed on his mouth, he had been drifting on the sea for days feeling too weak to fly away or shout for help, the only thing he could do was recovering his consciousness after the months of inertia, and that was boring. The saiyan pod was miraculously light enough to be carried by a strong stream, an eerie evidence that a stronger storm was nearing, but to Nahabo, it was like a merciful apology from nature as if it felt pity for his childhood, childish thoughts he quickly discarded. The weary fighter was gently thrusted unto a nearby beach; the first thing Nahabo did to awaken his senses was chewing the seaweed in his mouth and then repair his cannon and armor. Not even a single scratch remained after the improvised repair, Nahabo smiled. He sat on his pod, gazing at the stars, calculating his location, until he heard a guttural growl, rising from a nearby massive bush, an immense bear approached him, its claws long as dangers, and its snarl louder than anyone would expect. Pitiful.
Nahabo lazily slapped it, a loud crack was heard, loud enough to scare the birds from the other side of the island and as the beast fell on his feet, the saiyan could not feel anything but a bit distressed, 'Weren't humans furless? Is this some sort of oozaru transformation?', disappointed for being pestered by such a weak opponent, Nahabo decided to bury it and hunt down a younger, fresher member of the strange race, he remembers that night's meal as the best he ever had, most pod's rations have no taste, so even the seaweed he ate on the pod-turned-raft tasted good. The next day was spent analyzing his pod, too damaged to provide any more rationing or comfort, he doubted the damaged armor would last a trans planetary voyage. But such was not a reason to despair, he was on Earth, a civilized planet with saiyan pods left by his dead brothers in arms or in the best case scenario, successful invaders, that theory explained the 'human oozarus' as mutated refugees, at least that was what he supposed. Knowing that he spent too many months on complete stasis, Nahabo felt the need to destroy something, and something big, 'Why not this island?' No, he decided this island would be his base of operation, he named it after his once functioning pod, Island 40-NB-99A. Wanting to be the absolute ruler of the luxurious island, the young saiyan went on a three week excursion looking for enemies, he realized there weren't any 'normal' humans, only 'human oozarus' and that the island was big enough to plant a sizable amount of healthy saibamen, remembering the little beasts made the saiyan realize he should compensate the time wasted on the state of forced slumber, by training as hard and often as he could, by extinguishing the bears he named 'human oozarus', the lemurs that were the bear's favorite prey and later the goats that once pranced around the island's small valleys, Nahabo’s favorite training exercise had been brutality extinguished mere weeks later.
In the sixtieth day of his compulsive, intense training, Nahabo felt powerful enough to raze the island with a dozen Ki Slugs, and with the island devoid of lack targets, Nahabo quickly lost interest in 40-AA-9A and started seeing it as the ultimate test of might. Using his flight technique, Nahabo flew high enough to assure his safety and then, mustering all his ki into his arm cannon, he released an enormous, bright blue Ki Slug that was half the size of the beams that once threatened his life. Feeling too tired to produce eleven more Ki Slugs, Nahabo slowly descended upon the island, realizing that his fears were true. He completely missed the island, and such was because the pod's landing damaged his right eye’s cornea, but the saiyan rejoiced with the fact that he completely razed the island on the other side of the archipelago once composed by the two island. Feeling a mix of shame and pride, the young saiyan fell on his knees, and rested.
[Word Count: Around 1900]
Seven years of complete isolation and hard training were enough for Nahabo to feel he could annihilate his brother, the one who fooled him, who doomed him, the one who in his opinion, truly killed his brothers. Nahabo flew over to the district he remembered to be once his playground where his gang of six years olded twats reigned supreme, grudging nostalgia filled his heart when he landed on the place that was once his home. He slowly walked to the door and knocked it, his heart getting heavier and heavier, was his father back? How is his mother? Where are his older brothers? His doubts vanished when a flimsy, decrepit woman, that once was a proud middle class saiyan opened the door, it took Nahabo a lengthy second to realize the hag was his mother. Nahabo was not very attached to his mother, always obeying her orders and rarely complaining but seeing her compassion towards everyone as a weakness, why did she decided to let the heir take the shots and banish the youngsters?Nahabo lifted the old lady by her neck and asked where was his brother. Killing his mother was never his intention, but after hearing the sound of a ki blast being shot, Nahabo instinctively threw his mother at the blast, like he used to do with large rocks and with the occasional saibamen, making a gruesome block that would forever fill him with dread.
'You… you killed my mother… Why…?' Had woman not also being his mother, he would be laughing, taking pleasure on causing great pain at the one who doomed him to a horrible life, but now he was feeling horror.
'I never wanted this, I wanted you dead!' Nahabo fell on his knees 'You… You made me kill her… And Miholo, and Pehahod and all our brothers…' Feijao flinched, realizing that the powerful saiyan he was about to face was actually his third youngest brother, he stepped back. Nahabo’s voice was shaky, as he was at the brink of crying 'Bastard, you… you doomed us all! You are the one who started this! I will kill you!' Nahabo shot the most powerful 'Bloody Bastard' he ever did by mustering all the ki he had and shoot it in a tiny, extremely dense slice, the volatile blast missed Feijao by inches, burning his arm and slicing the house Feijao shared with his mother, before exploding.
The saiyan police is not known for being forgiving, that and for not overlooking any sort of crime, solving every case with distinct brutality, ten saiyan police officers were sent to stop Nahabo's erratic behavior, and bring him to justice, preferably dead. Armed with deadly arm cannons and sturdy battle armor, the squad fell on Nahabo with an aggressivity that quite possibly leveled his. Being quickly subdued by the sheer strength in numbers and tactical advantage, Nahabo was sent to jail, planned to be executed in the near future for Property Damage, Murder and Attempted Murder of a Higher Class. After a week of isolation, something that Nahabo had already embraced as normal, he and some fellow inmates were brought to an Interrogation Room, in front of them stood a sergeant whose beard covered most of his scars, a gift from the many decades he spent defending the Empire.
'You, freaks, will be forced to serve, because apparently there will be an invasion that will require us, the ones who deserve to live a life of joy, to rely on fighters that have shown value in battle, and on you, disdainful savages, that apparently showed some talent to be a glorified meat shield.' Nahabo shrivered at the though, remembering the painful look on his mother's face while being thrown at the ki blast, 'Either that or you will be disemboweled to amuse a crowd of frost demons, and later, saibamen will feast upon your sorry flesh. Any questions?'
A burly inmate had the lack of sense to attempt to fly away, the sergeant shoot a mere ki blast, a mere ki blast strong enough to immolate the saiyan, 'No questions, you have three days to decide.', the recently formed group of future comrades, the future squad 40-NB, were, four days after the strange invitation, taking tests, the tests involved pain resistance, ki projection, strength and intelligence, all tests were equally deadly to the death row inmates, if a rather unlucky inmate failed one he would be terminated for knowing how the army acquired a sizeable amount of its 'volunteers', after successfully cheating the intelligence test by threatening the examining officer, Nahabo was sent to a barrack, and trained there a month. During the eve of the departure to war Nahabo spent his, probable, last day of, hindered, freedom, celebrating with his comrades, most of them strangers and a couple acquaintances.
During the flight to Earth, less than a solar year away from it, something unexpected happened, Nahabo felt fear and shock, his instinct telling him to move away, because the meteor that appeared on his radar was no meteor, but a beam... A purple beam ten times the size of his pod, big enough to engulf him and his small squad of scouts and shiny enough to temporarily blind one. The small ship managed to dodge it, but the others weren’t so lucky, either the machines were too slow or the inexperienced pilots flinched while staring at the amazingly powerful attack, when a second beam was shot it grazed the pod's armor and activated its automatic security mode. Knowing the end was nearing, Nahabo looked at his comrades' ships, all wrecked, torn apart, devoid of life and then, in a futile attempt to find some inner peace, he stared at the stars. A beautiful sight. The stars were bright yellow, they contrasted nicely with the utter darkness of space, it was beautiful... He felt light, and his eyes closed. 'Who killed me?' were his last words before he embraced sleep. Saiyan scientists defend that when in stasis, one does not dream. But one may have the chance to dwell on their memories, with no control.
A saiyan pod's duty is to land on a planet, and keep the pilot alive, even if a sacrifice of its hardware is needed, the broken pod's terminal decided that the safest place to land was in the middle of the ocean, so the pod and by extent, the pilot, suffer the least possible damage. The earliest memory Nahabo has since his groggy awakening was the taste of salt and bitter seaweed on his mouth, he had been drifting on the sea for days feeling too weak to fly away or shout for help, the only thing he could do was recovering his consciousness after the months of inertia, and that was boring. The saiyan pod was miraculously light enough to be carried by a strong stream, an eerie evidence that a stronger storm was nearing, but to Nahabo, it was like a merciful apology from nature as if it felt pity for his childhood, childish thoughts he quickly discarded. The weary fighter was gently thrusted unto a nearby beach; the first thing Nahabo did to awaken his senses was chewing the seaweed in his mouth and then repair his cannon and armor. Not even a single scratch remained after the improvised repair, Nahabo smiled. He sat on his pod, gazing at the stars, calculating his location, until he heard a guttural growl, rising from a nearby massive bush, an immense bear approached him, its claws long as dangers, and its snarl louder than anyone would expect. Pitiful.
Nahabo lazily slapped it, a loud crack was heard, loud enough to scare the birds from the other side of the island and as the beast fell on his feet, the saiyan could not feel anything but a bit distressed, 'Weren't humans furless? Is this some sort of oozaru transformation?', disappointed for being pestered by such a weak opponent, Nahabo decided to bury it and hunt down a younger, fresher member of the strange race, he remembers that night's meal as the best he ever had, most pod's rations have no taste, so even the seaweed he ate on the pod-turned-raft tasted good. The next day was spent analyzing his pod, too damaged to provide any more rationing or comfort, he doubted the damaged armor would last a trans planetary voyage. But such was not a reason to despair, he was on Earth, a civilized planet with saiyan pods left by his dead brothers in arms or in the best case scenario, successful invaders, that theory explained the 'human oozarus' as mutated refugees, at least that was what he supposed. Knowing that he spent too many months on complete stasis, Nahabo felt the need to destroy something, and something big, 'Why not this island?' No, he decided this island would be his base of operation, he named it after his once functioning pod, Island 40-NB-99A. Wanting to be the absolute ruler of the luxurious island, the young saiyan went on a three week excursion looking for enemies, he realized there weren't any 'normal' humans, only 'human oozarus' and that the island was big enough to plant a sizable amount of healthy saibamen, remembering the little beasts made the saiyan realize he should compensate the time wasted on the state of forced slumber, by training as hard and often as he could, by extinguishing the bears he named 'human oozarus', the lemurs that were the bear's favorite prey and later the goats that once pranced around the island's small valleys, Nahabo’s favorite training exercise had been brutality extinguished mere weeks later.
In the sixtieth day of his compulsive, intense training, Nahabo felt powerful enough to raze the island with a dozen Ki Slugs, and with the island devoid of lack targets, Nahabo quickly lost interest in 40-AA-9A and started seeing it as the ultimate test of might. Using his flight technique, Nahabo flew high enough to assure his safety and then, mustering all his ki into his arm cannon, he released an enormous, bright blue Ki Slug that was half the size of the beams that once threatened his life. Feeling too tired to produce eleven more Ki Slugs, Nahabo slowly descended upon the island, realizing that his fears were true. He completely missed the island, and such was because the pod's landing damaged his right eye’s cornea, but the saiyan rejoiced with the fact that he completely razed the island on the other side of the archipelago once composed by the two island. Feeling a mix of shame and pride, the young saiyan fell on his knees, and rested.
[Word Count: Around 1900]