Might Returns Home (x50 Grav/Zucceta)

The Imperator had lingered in deep space for a while longer than Zucceta had intended it to. The queen was impatient to return home to ensure that the Earth could not successfully retaliate against the "death" of their leader. However, Ochus had insisted this was for the best--the process of control over her newest subject might be imperfect, and bringing the newly cyborgified Bing back to Vegeta could spell disaster if his new power was left unchecked on the capital of the Saiyan Solar Empire.

Still, the queen had grown impatient, and the cyborg showed no signs of lashing out or disobeying his subservience protocols. So she had steered the ship on a course towards the planet Vegeta. "But ma'am, the subject-"

"It's been weeks, Ochus. I think its safe... but I'll go check on him, eh?"

"This is a huge risk-"

"I know."

The zoon-seijin sighs. "He's in the gravity chamber."

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A voice rings out from the doorway. "Gravitron set to 100."

The gravity in the room would instantly double, the red fog instantly thickening. Bing, in his overconfidence, would probably be flattened to the ground. "You see, the chamber has a smart limit--it won't do anything that might temporarily or permanently damage its occupants in a detrimental way. Of course, I have the authorisation to override it."

The queen steps out of the doorway and moves casually towards the cyborg. "Technology isn't so bad when it works in your favour, no?" She snaps her fingers and the gravity resets to the previous setting.

"How do you feel?" The queen asks, a genuine pang of concern in her voice.

The queen folds her arms. It was the response she had expected. Being turned into a fighter for the empire you loathe might make one angry. The queen begins to shadowbox the air, her own cyborg arm punching with a great intensity. She had not bothered ascending into even the Super Saiyan form, let alone its new successor--instead she wanted to see what actions Bing was capable of towards her. "I get it. You never asked for this. But tell me truthfully--and that's an order--would you rather be dead?"

"My game?" The queen can't help but smile. "I wanted to see if it could be done, for one. After that, a true cyborg with a modified engine of your power will immensely help the efforts of the empire after the traitorism (and deaths) of the Natto force. But above all?"

"You didn't deserve to die."

The queen pauses. "I need to return to Vegeta and evaluate the current strength of our empire." She grins at our. It was odd.

"There are ways this can go. I can essentially shut down your conscious mind, or so I'm told, but I'd rather not. I could make you feel pleasure and quickly make you into a version of yourself that the Kami in you would hate, if he wasn't a distant memory. I don't really want to do that, either. I respect you, Bing Gan. I want to show you the world I see."

Zucceta doesn't flinch at the cyborg's response. However, she can't help but feel slightly disappointed. She folds her arms. "You can feel. You can think. You can taste. You can smell. You can touch. You can dream. You might not have your liberty, but you are alive, and that is a gift that your kind takes for granted every single day. So don't give me that."

She grins at Bing's assessment of her forces. "The first generation of super saiyans in a thousand years, and you're calling them slackers. Good thing I happen to agree." She places her hands on her hips. "I must break through the limits once more. The legendary energy of the super saiyan cannot stop here. A year ago I would have had the strength of gods in comparison to the rest, but the world is moving fast--and perhaps I can take some of the credit for that."

The queen tilts her head when the mechanised human mentions his anger. "It is possible that your death made you lose some of your humanity. Your brain was beginning to decay, after all. However, hatred is no bad thing--without it, I would be dead thrice over."

Without warning, Bing Gan would shift forwards. Zucceta snarls and manages to power instantly into the Super Saiyan form, only just catching the elbow in both of her hands. She is driven backwards, boots sliding and squealing along the floor of the gravity chamber. "You like your new capabilities, eh?" The queen asks, between panting breathes. She'd need to power up into the next form to be any real match for the human.

Zucceta grins. "Lame-ass grey mockery of the super form is what. I'll let it slide, though. I think humans and saiyans must have some sort of common ancestor to be so utterly similar--or maybe its just the way life evolves in the universe."

She places her robotic hand on her chin. "You might be right. None bar Habana have really come to the understanding of what it truly means to be a Super Saiyan."

"I guess I'll have to see if I can even reach the ascended state first," the queen murmurs, ignoring Bing's confidence. The fist impacts with her stomach, and Zucceta staggers back, a bubble of blood bursting from the corner of her mouth. She licks the stain away as her golden aura rises around her. She closes her eyes for a moment... yes, it was there. A whole new spring of golden energy. Her body bulks slightly with the surge of chi, her hair becoming even sharper as little blue lightning bolts surge around her body.

She blocks the kick aimed for her head with her organic forearm, and sends her robotic fist straight towards the cyborg's own metal jaw after shifting towards him. Regardless of the success of the move she would step away, putting distance between the two.

"The basis of your modifications are actually Blue Banner. Just before I left Earth with this trophy," she closes her metal fingers with a spark of electricity, "I encountered a secret unit lead by a prototype cyborg intended to hunt down unregistered aliens on your planet. I didn't presume him to be as strong as he was; he didn't presume me to be as versatile. I managed to beat him, and he shut down. You are now composed partially of him. His name was Blackwell."

The queen momentarily stretches, although she still regarded Bing with a wary eye. "Of course, using BBA tech without any modifications would be silly. So I also incorporated some technology from Icarus--you remember him, yes?--and finally some engineering of my own. You're a prototype, if you will, for the next generation of solar warrior."

The queen, a storm of energy flowing around her, readies into a battle stance.

Zucceta smirks. "You underestimate the scientists and engineers of my empire. I don't need to appropriate any more technology from Earth. I can replicate, no, improve upon it. You are the proof." She chuckles at the "Golden Gods" comment. "You're the only one who ever claimed godhood around these parts."

"Of course, Bing, you should be well aware that raw power in the wrong hands is less effective than a lower strength in skilled. As a human you would know the proverb of the skilled master armed with the knife versus the novice armed with the broadsword, yes? It was a story I learned during my initial tenure on your world."

The ki blade is generated, and Zucceta is struck by the similarities to her own technique. In a second her own Razor is generated, and the two blades clash, whirring razor ki's sending a shower of yellow sparks across the room. "I'm not saying you're the novice with the broadsword... but what about your people?"

The queen grins. "A disparate people is weak. Having such diversity in your species might seem commendable, and you make it seem noble--but such a diversity can only lead to internal strife, yes? Barring the saiyans that your earth's philosophies compromised, the saiyans are strong and singular in philosophy. The result of that unity is plain to see in the progress that this empire has made since I gave this united people the direction it sorely lacked at the hands of the political ministry."

The human knees Zucceta in the stomach. Her eyes bulge slightly as her ki blade wavers from the change in focus. The blade breaks and Bing's sword manages to cut through to Zucceta's arm, who manages to pull it away before a deep cut occurred at her forearm. A trickle of blood flows from the cut and drips to the floor as Zucceta smirks despite herself. "Not bad."

She takes a deep breath... and then pushes. A great wave of energy emanating from her mind is thrown at Bing, aiming to rag-doll the tormented hero into the wall.

[Telekinesis N1 used]

The queen folds her arms with a twitch of annoyance as the human picks himself up from the floor. "Might be I do consider myself apart from the saiyan people as a whole, but my station is as their leader, which--if I may say so--I have filled in a perfect manner. The saiyans lust for war, so I give them war. They lost for power, and so I have expanded the ranks of slaves. Maybe not all communities should strive for war--but mine should. Everyone has a role to fill in the universe, Bing Gan. You may soon realise this. You are now a warrior, rather than a leader--the role that you forsook to face me on Kanassa."

The human releases his trademark energy blast and the queen grimaces, crossing her arms as the Viper Bomber screams through the air, twisting and hissing like its namesake. She tenses against the blast as it explodes around her, and even as her body aches she bursts through the smoke with a sweep at Bing's legs.