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Post by Toma on Feb 27, 2016 22:09:39 GMT
Well, now was time. He had healed up from his fight with Dream-Zuccetta. He had said goodbye to Ninjin and the children, and had put them to bed one last time. He pulled out the capsule from inside his Gi, pressing the button on top and giving it a toss. Soon enough, a Spacepod appeared from it, and he walked over to it, running his hand over it. Just like the one he had been sent to Earth in. Just like the one from all those years ago.
Of course it was a bit more high-tech, but that was about it. He was heading to Vegeta, his birth planet. He wanted to know what it was like there. And with Zuccetta being on Namek, now was the perfect time. Probably the only time he'd ever get. Maeve had asked to come with him for one reason or another, so he waited for her to show up on the lookout.
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Feb 28, 2016 0:05:43 GMT
The Demoness with a kind heart had been calmly meditating within the serenity of the lookout meanwhile. She sat comfortably, with her legs crossed and eyes closed, on the cool marble tile surrounded by rows of towering apple trees. The same ones grown by the doting homunculus as a gift to her 'father.' She looked to be completely at peace, though her mind was busy working and playing back scenes from her recent memory. Scenes involving conflict, of excitement, of battle.
First, was the visage of a Saiyan matriarch. The self proclaimed warlord called: Radasha. She could recall their fierce battle clearly. While there were others present the clash with the practically feral fighter was the thing Maeve remembered most about the skirmish. The most prominent image she could recall was of Radasha catching the demoness' mighty cleaver to stop her "Demon Skull Beheading" technique. She could even remember the reactions of the Saibaman and the blue haired boy at that very moment.
Second, was an image of a golden swordswoman. The saiyan 'princess:' Kaula. Their battle was a particularly harsh one for her. It was an uphill bout for most of it, for the prideful princess seemed to outclass her at every turn. Just when it seemed Maeve might have a chance to claim victory Kaula activated her golden form and struck her down. It was both a humiliating and inspiring defeat that drove Maeve to get stronger to one day best her.
Next, was the picture of an invader. The half breed: Habana. It was a battle that Maeve would never forget. Habana was a fighter who stood out above the rest. While many saiyan invaders were there to destroy she was only there for a challenge. A challenge that Maeve was more than capable of giving. In a fight that pushed both their limits a rivalry blossomed between the two.
Finally, Maeve witnessed the face of a traitor. A false hero who offered a lie of peace. The thought of their conflict caused her to jolt awake from her dream like state. It was a horrifying memory she didn't want to revisit.
Still, the memories of the other Saiyan rivals was enough to inspire her to jump at the possibility of visiting the planet they called home. While it was true they were probably still licking their wounds after the invasion Habana could at least vouch that Maeve was part of the reason Zucceta left alive so her appearance probably wouldn't illicit another war with Earth. She might have even garner some respect for bringing their biggest traitor to 'justice.'
She glanced up, seeing Toma looking over his ship and assumed that it must have been time for her to go. So she stood and approached him.
"Toma?" She asked, looking to the once leader of the Z fighters. "Are you prepared to depart?"
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Post by Toma on Feb 28, 2016 0:49:10 GMT
TOMA THE HEROToma turned as Maeve spoke up. The Lizard-Themed Demoness asked him if it was time to go, and Toma nodded. But his face was serious, as in the back of his mind he could feel a dark, foreboding feeling. Like something was going to happen. "Yes, I believe its time we go. Be on your guard, though. I get the feeling something might happen on Vegeta." He stated. While Toma had not the great senses of Bing Gan, the Kami, he still had his own gut instincts to go by. It was what had allowed him to assemble the original Z-Fighters in the first place.
He pressed a button on the remote a remote that sat on top of the pod, before picking it up and putting it into his Gi. The pod opened with a whir, and Toma stepped inside, sitting down and leaning back into the soft, plush seat that rested inside. "Say, Maeve. Why did you want to come to Vegeta with me, anyways?" Toma asked, curious to her reasons. Though if she decided to not speak, he wouldn't blame her. It wasn't his place to pry into anothers past if they didn't want to talk about it.
Of course once her explanation was done, he'd close up his pod and shoot off into space, once he was sure Maeve was following him.
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Tags DEPARTED FOR VEGETA 6:48 PM Central US Time.
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Feb 28, 2016 2:40:30 GMT
"To visit an old friend." Maeve merely said as she walked past Toma. She reached her hand to her side as she focused her mind, an image of her blade forming clear as day in those moments. Almost by magic, the very same blade would fade into her hand prompting her to grasp it firmly. She glanced back at Toma, spinning the blade in a flourish before sheathing it at her side with a click.
She paused however as she watched him climb into his obviously one man space pod. Her headfins perked causing her to tilt her head to the side. Where was she supposed to sit? Certainly Toma didn't expect her to sit on his lap! She was about to snip at him and say something he probably wouldn't have liked when she saw it. Next to his pod looked to be a relic from years past. A crumbling, busted down pod that looked like it'd explode at the lightest of taps. He really didn't expect her to fly in something like this did he?
Before she could voice her disapproval the saiyan was already loaded up and preparing to launch.
He had to be kidding.
She let out an exasperated snarl as she climbed into the rickety old pod. Unsure of how the thing even worked she sat down and pressed the biggest button she could find. Thankfully it activated the pod and more so it was preprogrammed.
"I-I suppose we're off..."
She hoped it would survive the trip.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 10, 2016 16:40:05 GMT
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Mar 10, 2016 18:57:57 GMT
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Post by Kaula on Mar 24, 2016 8:24:03 GMT
I got you lizard butt.
729 WC
1017 Zeni gains.
41428 > 42445
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