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Post by Puery on Feb 25, 2016 1:54:15 GMT
A small community of fox zoa were well aware of the imposing Saiyan threat meant to make it's way to their planet, and they also knew there was precious little they could do about it. From what they knew, they weren't in any real danger at least. The Saiyans would be targeting larger cities, going against armies of Earth's strongest soldiers, logically they knew they didn't need to worry. Even so, a thick atmosphere filled with tension and fear lingered over them. Their fighters trained harder during the week after that message, trying to get strong enough to at least ward off any Saiyan that found them and didn't move on to more important areas.
So when the morning sun rose into the sky and signalled the farmers to tend to their fields and animals, their few defenders took up watch for anything out of the ordinary. Everyone was subdued, the children hid away with their friends without needing to be told, it went unsaid in the thick atmosphere surrounding everyone. With every farmer was a makeshift weapon: A spiked branch crudely carved into a club, newly made hand-held sickles and scythes, large knives on their belts. With every Scholar: a staff or a sling, an occasional bow. And the warriors handled either a sword or a dirk or nothing at all.
Puery watched the skies from the fields of her home, giving one of their servants a brief respite while she pulled out weeds from their crops and picked away pests when she spotted them. Honestly, she didn't really think the Saiyans would bother with them, anyone who studied history from before Earth was globally united knew war was an unpredictable mess. So of course her mind would run through the worst case scenarios regardless of how valid she thought they'd be.
She pictured so many people she knew and loved dead, she imagined being completely helpless against them; she would force those thoughts to change, though, so instead she forced the Saiyans away from her loved ones. She felt like a led ball had settled into her stomach as a wave of unease rolled through the field. Looking up, she spotted a moving fleet of ship far, far away from them in the distance, flying past the area harmlessly towards one of the other cities.
The breath everyone had been holding released, and they calmly went back to their daily chores. Some were still shaky, others couldn't break the feeling that something wasn't right, but they all went about their day as usual with very, very faint sounds of explosions being carried to them by the wind.
Puery relinquished the field to one of the servants, he needed something to do to take his mind off of his anxiety. She walked towards the deck along their house and quickly scrubbed off some of the dirt and grime with the outdoor faucet before walking up the steps and sitting next to one of her brothers. She remarked that the smoke smelled stronger when you weren't face down in freshly fertilized dirt, as a sort of joke, he didn't say anything. They were quiet for a long time before he spoke.
"You know, if they attacked after the sun had already set, we'd be seeing fire lighting the skies. And they'd look like they were just beyond those trees." As it was now, they could see smoke rising from the direction of the city. Something bright what was shining over it too, accompanied by roars of large beasts and the occasional flash of ki-beams from both the attackers and defenders. Puery wasn't sure what to say to that.
They sat in silence for over half an hour, feeling the ground shake with every new Saiyan that entered the battle with little easing their thoughts. What if the Vegeta conquered Earth, what would happen to them all then? What would happen to their way of life? Or would the be left alone, as just another cluster of farmers? A bunch of meaningless Earthlings who just had to pledge their loyalties to Vegeta's queen and allowed to go about their days as if nothing happened, that would be the best case scenario. For all most of them knew, that was the only scenario.
What point would there be for the Saiyans to antagonize them for much more than that? They were a spartan society that valued strength, something they all had precious little of, and with Vegeta's gravity it would be pointless to take them as slaves.
Puery's doubts of what the future held for them all whirled in her mind while her brother sat stone-faced. She wondered what was going on through his head. Her family was one of the few "defenders" of the farmland, but their biggest threats were the dinosaurs and large wild animals that posed a danger to crops or the people. Their training, they may have been dedicated to, but it was more focused on meditation and the nature of ki than physical confrontation with a threat as smart as any of them.
Her ears perked up but the young vulpine didn't seem to register the scream. Kids scream all the time, about everything, of course they wouldd scream at a few passing pods at this time. She was only snapped out of her musings when her brother grabbed her arm into a painful grip and yanked her into standing position. Her complaint about the rough treatment died in her throat when she saw the Saiyan pod. Two Saiyan pods, actually, on a direct course of right in the center of their little community.
Few took off in a run towards the opposite direction, leaving behind their belongings and works to grab as much of their family as they could and ran. Some of their hiding children were left behind. Others ran into their homes to hide amongst the young. The rest took up their chosen weapons and followed the warriors to where the two pods had landed.
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Post by Puery on Feb 25, 2016 5:44:01 GMT
Puery was among the many that ran towards the invaders, completely unarmed save for the small amount of skill she possessed as a fighter.
From the pods immerged a male and female saiyan, who took one look at the villagers and started talking amongst themselves, about something throwing them off course. The woman took another look at the zoans that surrounded them and told her companion they should have a little warm up before heading to the capital. At the man's remark that it probably wouldn't take much longer than 5 minutes to clear out a few backwater rodents one of their warriors rushed towards them head on with his sword.
He wasn't going to let those aliens talk about his friends and family like they weren't standing right here. A full frontal assault was stupid, he knew it was, but his vision was blinded by a red furry and at the very least he could injure one of them. He could show them the real power of-
The warrior felt a sudden shock of pain in his chest before he stopped feeling anything at all.
Everyone gathered watched dumbstruck as their strongest defender died in an instant, his legs propelled by last minute signals before falling over each other, going as still and lifeless as the rest of his body. The woman who shot him laughed at how easily the Earthling died, a sound that sent a cold chill down everyone's spine. Then a girl, little more than a child, tried to run.
Before anyone realized what happened, the man shot her in the back and those closest to her were splattered in the young one's blood. The female commented that he really should try to concentrate those blasts, but his response was that clean kills aren't as fun as the messy ones. All that combined sent the people into a rage, all of them charging the saiyans at once, hoping to overwhelm the murdering scum with their superior numbers.
But these Saiyans had committed genocide of entire worlds alone and together, a few gardening tools weren't going to stop them. As the crowd closed in they were killed by the dozen, ki beams shot through chests and hit the person behind them, attacks would blow up like a bomb and take out at least 10, killing some and injuring others. When they got too close the duo flew into the air, spread out, and fired attack after attack into the crowd.
The people went from one angry, unified force to scattering ants trying to save themselves. Anyone who tried to run was cut down immediately, anyone who ran into a building was destroyed along with it. Screams and panic filled the air as crops caught fire and fed the flames, those flames caught houses and tools and anyone who couldn't fly would face death by the fire or the Saiyans.
Those that could fly charged the Saiyans, there was precious little else they could do. The ones that tried to fly people away were shot down almost immediately, the ones who tried to fly away met the same fate.
Those who survived would say that if Saiyans were good for anything, it was the fact that they were thorough.
Puery had tried to take the woman from behind while she was distracted by one of the others. It looked like the two were, somehow, evenly matched as she couldn't do anything but block the Zoan's attacks. Puery thought that the Saiyan must already be tired, so if there were two against it they'd stand a better chance. That was not the case.
She fly towards the savage, ready to deliver her electric-palm attack, when she felt a sudden pressure on her wrist and her body jerk forward. Instead of making contact with the Saiyan, it was one of her friends, stunning them with pain before the woman delivered a blow to his chest that knocked him out cold. Puery watched as her friend hit the ground with a heavy thud, part of her knew he was dead the moment that punch landed on his chest, the rest didn't want to believe it.
Her attention was forced back to the Saiyan when she felt her wrist brake under the Saiyan's powerful grip. The woman wasn't even looking at her, she was targeting anyone still trying to flee. Tears of pain found their way from her as she tried to pull herself loose, to no avail. The woman seemed to suddenly remember she was holding on to the struggling Earthling and delivered a powerful punch to the girl's middle before letting her go. Before Puery even started to fall she was kicked into a burning remains of a collapsing farmhouse and left under the pile of blackened wood.
There was nothing anyone could do against the bloodthirsty Saiyans. They would have all died if it wasn't for some stronger humans that could match the Saiyans head on. Or maybe they were androids, who knows, Hibiscus especially didn't care about that when they arrived.
The new arrivals outnumbered the Saiyans 2 to 7, and their presence spurred a few of the Zoans to try to fight alongside them, as distractions at least, and give others the chance to escape. The Saiyans were quickly overwhelmed with the new fighters, having at first underestimating them and then not having a chance to block, dodge, or even counter as they were hit from all sides with no mercy.
The two Saiyans themselves weren't going to fall by these lesser creatures, and both looked towards the artificial moons still in the sky. The only blessing from their transformation was that the two Saiyans had hardly any self control while in their Oozaru form. They were both led into stomping out the larger fires, though that also caused the destruction of several somehow untouched houses, and were led away by the stronger Earthlings while the Zoans went back to take care of their wounded.
While the unnamed farming community was almost disproportionately large, precious few remained after that struggle. Those that weren't dead were injured too severely to keep up their original lifestyle without the trust and support of their friends and neighbors, others were young and didn't know what to do with themselves, any who still had zeni had no choice but to move away with their household, and the old community became little more than a grave site once everything was 'settled'.
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Post by Puery on Feb 25, 2016 9:26:50 GMT
Hibiscus managed to find and dig his sister out of the collapsed structure after the giant apes were lead away. Unconscious, bleeding, burned, and unresponsive - but alive, if just barely. Others were doing the same and very few were as lucky as he was. There were a few left who resigned to the knowledge that if they found anyone from their family, they would either be dead or too far gone to save and instead made stretchers for the few survivors who had some hope with discarded sheets and any smooth hunk of wood that could hold a person's weight.
Puery had to consider herself lucky after waking up in the hospital a few days later. She still had a few living relatives to live with, her wounds were healed, they had to move to another country-side but she'd still be with familiar faces... even her brother was alive and healthy, despite now suffering a permanent limp. But no one could really feel lucky in a time like this. Not when you have over 15 of your kin either dead or missing, and over 30 relatives who met with the same fate. Especially not when you'll never see anyone you ever knew again beyond a handful because of a war they never wanted to be a part of.
No, not even a war. The Saiyans didn't have to do that, they just felt like it. They were doing what they always did, but this time to her family instead of some far away planet in an obscure galaxy. Those two did it because they enjoyed it. The thought made her sick and angry but mainly depressed to the point where she didn't want to move anymore. What those two Saiyans were, they weren't people, they were monsters. Monsters that not one of them could stop. Monsters she was completely defenseless against.
When they were all physically able to leave the hospital, and she was sure at least one of them wasn't but couldn't stand being in a city hospital surrounded by strangers all day, they went back to their small community. As they walked among the destruction she remembered what little history on her home she was told.
That generations ago, a small handful of Fox-Zoan's settled this area. They were always suspicious of others that didn't look like them, but they still allowed others in. And as the years passed they expanded their farmland and built their own houses, and kept close to each other. They stayed distant from the outside world but still took knowledge from it, and stayed peacefully to themselves as they built and expanded and grew into a small village. But they never considered themselves a village, just extended housing and land that made up a family.
What were they now?
She looked at her brother, at her other relatives, and they looked back... but everyone had a distant and haunted look in their eyes. They weren't the same people she grew up with anymore. They would probably never be the same again. And while her brother was related by blood, who were these people supposed to be to her now? One's face was so burnt she hardly recognized it, another's personality was changed entirely... they were strangers. They had a bond forged by ancestral centuries of mutual labor and respect, but they were strangers.
Every so often they saw someone, people sitting near what was once their home or business, or someone clearing away wreckage in the vain hope that they'd find a whole body instead of scattered pieces of corpses. When the little group made it to where they last saw their own families, they became the latter sight. Puery felt like she should feel something when she found the remnant of a beloved pet that roamed house to house or the missing part of a body that would have belonged to someone she knew... an adult, a kid, a friend. But she only felt numb.
Eventually, they managed to dig up the remaining pieces of their immediate families and close friends, and some badly damaged bodies, and went to work burying their dead. No one said anything when it was done, they just sat in front of the rows in a deep and bitter silence until the day faded into dusk. Then they left the dead remnants of their old life for somewhere familiar but far, far away from here.
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The family settled in the Western Frontier and bought a manageable plot of farmland as far away from any of their neighbors as possible. Things settled into a new normal. They worked, they ate, the siblings trained, then they slept, and started a new day of more of the same. Their home was filled with the air of irreparable loss, but no one spoke about it.
For the outside world, her four relatives were simply hostile to anyone who paid them any mind. One's temper flared if he was just looked at the wrong way by a stranger, and he never really left the house for much beyond tending to their animals. The other three just didn't trust anyone, didn't want people to close to their homes. And because they had each other and their close bond between themselves and the siblings, there was no reason to try to be friendly. The four blamed the outside world for what happened, the destruction of everything they ever knew could have been prevented somehow. If they just united with the Saiyans when they demanded it. They didn't care if Earth one or not, they lost.
Hibiscus wasn't as hateful to other Earthlings as the others. He has his limits on how far his trust goes, but beyond that he's still as sweet as he used to be. With other Earthlings, Saiyans he regards with deep-boiling hatred and feels they're less than monsters. Even halflings and children of Saiyans are met with his disdain, born of fear and pain. He wishes they would all be kicked off the planet after what happened, not caring if they helped the defenders or not.
Puery has to be the friendliest among them. While she also holds a deep hatred for Saiyans that she doesn't attempt to hide, she's still casual around Earthlings, and at least, tries to be nice. Since she hadn't stopped training since her wounds healed, and made it her goal to be a Turtle student. Or find a powerful teacher to help her become stronger.
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Post by Puery on Feb 26, 2016 2:26:37 GMT
Puery's Journal Entry #1
I heard writing in this was supposed to help, so, that's what I'm doing. Where do I even start? I guess it doesn't really matter, so...
My brother, Hibiscus, he's changed a lot after what happened. We all have, and he's probably not the worst of us... but still.
Okay, let's get a little more in-depth about him.
So my family has a few other Zoanthrope (well I hope it was a Zoanthrope) traits running through our gene pool. Goat to be more specific. I have horns, my our pa had hooves, my brother just has really long and curly fur. Or would if he let it grow out.
So once upon a time that I'm labeling BS (Before Saiyans, that fits too well) my brother wasn't the most decisive person in the world. From what I remember, there used to be 7 others, so I couldn't keep track of all their quirks-of-the-day. But back on topic, Hibiscus, for two years he still hadn't settled on what he wanted to do.
Plus he was pretty vain. Constantly groomed himself, had all his fur shaved to look less like a shaggy dog every few days, except the fur that grew on his head. That he just played with and twisted into every style imaginable. I rem-Large scratched out area-
I don't think he ever really settled on what he was going to be, pa-Large scratched out area-
This is stupid
-Half of the page was torn off from this point-
Puery's Journal Entry #2
So Hibiscus...
I don't know what to say about him.
It's hard thinking about what he was like before now. Remembering everyone.
-Large scratched out area-
I want to go home.
Puery's Journal Entry #3
Sometimes we talk. He hadn't really said anything to me since
But now he is, and that's... kinda nice. It's usually about nothing, or about work, or about my form when I train. That's how we started talking again, he just commented on my technique while I was passing him for something to drink. More of an off-handed remark, really, but
I didn't know he was watching me.
Puery's Journal Entry #4
So my brother in the "BS" era. He was nice, we never really talked much back then either. There was almost an entire generation gap, and when I was too old to play like the little kids we just kinda got distant. So I guess that put him pretty low on the list for my "favorite brother"
I don't know, it's weird.
Now,
remember what I said about him always grooming and shaving himself?
He doesn't do that anymore. Or not as often. And he does look more like a dog than a fox now. He keeps his fur out of his eyes, at least, but the rest is kind of... overgrown. He doesn't bother to style it, it just hangs loose around his head. He even as a goaty.
I feel like if I pet him he would feel as fluffy as he looks.
Puery's Journal Entry #5
We've started talking a lot more now, and that makes me a little happy. So our older relatives built a house for themselves and one for us, so at night it's just me and him. I think he's been having nightmare, t-Small scribbled out area-
I saw him sitting on the porch a few nights ago, alone, and he saw me. I guess I just sat with him to be nice, at first. When I was about to leave he started talking about his old friends.
I remember them, vaguely, and now that they're all gone I wish I had the chance to know some of my relatives better. Like Hibiscus and Jade. And Pa
Puery's Journal Entry #6
I didn't notice before but Hibiscus meditates a lot. I guess it's because he always does it in his room, and now that I feel like checking up on him I actually catch it.
Sometimes a leave him something to drink or a snack before dealing with my chores.
I think I like out late night talks the most.
He'd tell me about Pa used to act when he was a kid, apparently kid Hibiscus was able to get away with murder from time to time. Then he'd tell me about Jade when they were both kids. They were each other's childhood crush but never did anything about it because they thought they were actual cousins, how adorable is that? They've grown out of it, but it's kind of fun imagining the two acting like that
Eh, Jade's kind of hard to pin down. Hibiscus may not have been my favorite person in the world BS, but in Jade's case I barely knew she existed. I could recognize her by name and face, we lived together after all, but that was about it. Outside of my brother's stories I'm not really sure what she was like.
Now she's distant, really distant. She's almost like a ghost sometimes, when I catch her out of the corner of my eye she'll be gone a moment later. I couldn't get her to talk unless my life depended on it, and when she's done with her chores you'll never find her until it's time for dinner and bed. Or maybe it's just me who can't find her. Probably is.
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Bing Gan
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PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
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Post by Bing Gan on Feb 26, 2016 9:32:48 GMT
Greetings Puery! (Or is it Puerh? I can't tell which you've decided on)
You'll be starting off with 6,550 PL!
Welcome (back) to the Wonderful World of Dragon Ball: Souls!
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