Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 19:33:42 GMT
"Lets hope that this crash goes well."
Currently barreling to the ground, Caesar would spend his time remembering another when he was back on Vegeta in the slave camps.
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"What are you going to do? Go run to your mother?"
The saiyan boy who said this to our young Caesar would now be laughing and pointing. The kagami taught that this kinds of actions should be ignored for the benefit of the kagami themselves, and the goddess they worshiped, Irith. They were supposed to come closer to their god during these times of strife, but Caesar had seen enough strife to last him a lifetime and he was further away from this goddess just like everyone else. Do to this lack of faith, Caesar believed it to be up to him to punish these saiyans appropriately.
As the kid had his eyes closed, Caesar would pick up some rocks on the ground swiftly and shove them into the boys open laughing mouth. While they were in there, and the boy was still surprised, Caesar would punch the kids mouth, making the rocks go down the boys throat and suffocate him. Or, at least it would have, had the boy not caught a lucky break and spat most of them up or just swallowed the rest. He ran away, his friends in tow, but he gave an evil eye back at Caesar. The young kagami would never forget this act of aggression. It made him happier.
During his long tenure at the slave camp of his nightmares, he had picked up on a few things and learned a couple of skills that were beneficial to people like him. For one, he could sense the strength of another person fairly easily. Another was something that the Kagami were known for, which was the power of Ki. A Kagami could learn how to control their Ki relatively easily, but most of the time they used it for the goddess or for very harmless tasks. If anyone from his race would ask him why he hated them, it would be for this reason. Caesar not only hated the race that enslaved him, but the race he was born into slavery. He saw the Kagami as a race of "strong weak people" who could save themselves with force, but for some reason chose not to. Every Kagami could save themselves, he thought, or at the very least live long enough to learn how to. That was another thing the Kagami would good at: aging.
The average Kagami had two to three times the lifespan that a saiyan had, which was saying something. Despite already aging slower than the race that enslaved them, they still did not have enough time to liberate themselves. This in Caesars eyes, was the very reason that his own race did not need to stay existing. He would do away with every saiyan, and then turn his attention to the very people he called his race.
Another piece of evidence that Caesar would pull from in the future was this very moment. After learning how to sense a person's strength, he would constantly be working on his body and his Ki control to prepare for his eventual break out. He had felt what the guards Ki level was before, so he knew the exact level had had to be at himself. Every day during harvesting or tilling or whatever menial labor task he was involved in, he would make sure to act up so the saiyan overseers would whip him. The lashings at a point would no longer hurt, only strengthening his body further, to reach the night it is now, where he was certain he could kill both of the guards.
It was clear that the saiyans who owned the entire plantation did not worry much about an uprising or revolt, due to the two saiyans guarding the mansion not even having scouters. It would upset Caesar more if it did not play so well into his own plans. All he had to do was walk right up to the guards and give a smile. They two would look at each other with eyes that said "What is this guy think he is going to do" before being blasted through their armor completely. Slumping down, they would still have eyes locked with each other, as well as holes in their chests where ones previously weren't. Their faces showed a completely different expression now. One that said something like, "Please let there be an afterlife". They were lucky.
Rushing inside the mansion, Caesar had known there wasn't anyway he could just kill everyone here. The owner of the place, which was not to Caesar's knowledge his own father, had a strength greater than the young looking Kagami had. He would only take a set of nice looking clothing to trade out the rags he previously had. Looking over to the dresser in the room he had snuck into, he would also pilfer the two swords that sat in their sheathes on his way out. He had never used a weapon before, but the idea was very enticing. Putting together the entire ensemble, Caesar actually appreciated his new dapper looking appearance. He did not look anything like the two races he had come from, and he liked that very much.
At this point, the former slave did not care much for whoever knew he was in the house. He wanted to leave with a bang so the poor boy decided to jump through one of the windows. It had been on the second floor, so the fall wasn't great, but he had caught himself well enough. It was annoying to do, but he had to carve his initials into the side of the building with his new blades. It took longer than he wanted to admit before he'd finally be to the ship dock.
"Which of these fucking pods would take me somewhere."
Caesar clearly had trouble with the pods, as he had never even seen much of them before. He knew of their nature due to seeing the flying circles in the sky before, but being face to face with a real one wasn't as comforting as he thought it might be. Caesar had seen the ships whizzing past the slave houses before always assuming the they would basically be magic machines, but this was clearly not the case. The Kagami hybrid would need to think hard about this.
"I see a button on the outside and it's the only one. Is it safe to assume that opens something so I could sit in? Ahh decisions~"
Pressing the only button in sight, the pod would give a pleasant "Kechhhrr" sound and slowly, the bay door would open. Climbing inside, Caesar was immediately faces with a hundred more button choices. Pressing everything he could see, it wasn't until the door closed and began to take off that the would cease the button mashing. A voice would come over some sort of speaker and inform Caesar that he was on his way to someplace named "Earth". Shrugging the name off, the former slave would put his hands behind his head and give a mischievous smile.
"I can't wait to be back. I'll show these saiyans what it means to be an object."
Caesar's hate would begin there, so fueled by rage, as his journey to Earth got shorter and shorter.
About a day later would the light blue planet come into sight. It's sight was interesting. It was much smaller than that of Vegeta, having almost not tug or feel to it even from this far away. He knew nothing about the planet, only what the pod was telling him: "There are humans on the planet." He had never even heard of humans, but he was pretty familiar with just about every other race. Of course, there were two in particular that disgusted him. His own race, the Kagami, and of course the race that enslaved him, the saiyans. He had been enslaved his entire life and he had just now freed himself from the kind of prison, but it was ironic that he would have to spend his time in a new prison, being this very pod until he got there. It was sobering idea, but it was still scary. What if this pod was still being controlled by the owners of it and he was on his way to going back to Vegeta? He couldn't risk that.
Being that he was in the pod and the planet in question was in sight, just in case the owners decided to try to make him come back with some sort of mechanical device, he quickly started to rip all the wires out of the pod. He began to slice the wires in half, ripping them out of the wall and the inner lining; whatever looked important enough to be able to send him back. The corresponding action that occurred was the shutting down of the entire pod, and having it just free fall into the atmosphere of Earth. The front of the pod was still able to see out just fine, so Caesar was able to see every little flame and spec of whatever hit the pod and then subsequently burn up or just continue to fly away. Miles and miles down, the pod hit the ground with a crack and a loud crash, making a hole about 15 meters down and a crater around it.
Caesar would be jarred from the incident, but not at all injured, even superficially. It was something the enigmatic boy would come to know about himself, that his body was just tougher than most, but he still knew of others that were stronger. It was easily decipherable for him that he wouldn't just train a little and then be much stronger than others. That was something that was just impossible right now, but not necessarily in the future. The future could hold many things for the half kagami. Of course, he still did not even know of his other heritage that would definitely come into play. It would all very interesting for him, but the biggest part would be probably that he would transcend levels he had never seen or heard of before. These levels of power would come to him soon, but he'd have to work hard for it. Harder than he had ever worked before in his life.
Hopping out of the broken space pod, he would look around for a bit. It was really bright was he was, but it was also cold. The ground was littered with the color white and things were exceptionally blue around the area. It was an interesting prospect. He had never known a place like this growing up, only the farms that he had to till day and night once he reached of age, which he did years ago. It had been all he'd ever known and the poor boy couldn't wish for it's end soon enough, which is exactly why he did what he did. It was him that had to be brave in these moments of terror, but he did it and he couldn't be happier about his decision.
Walking around, he searched for any lifeforms that could be distinguishable as what a human was, but so far he couldn't see anything. Moving his legs and body forward more and more, he could sense that there were some lifeforms in a large cluster around a mountain of ice that was in his way. The mountain was far too big to just be lifted at his strength, but soon wasn't out of the question. In fact, it was more probable than not that he would be able to lift such a thing after a single training session by himself. It was then he made a very important discovery within himself.
Would I be able to find friends some day? Companions to call my own? That saiyan brat that always picked on me had some friends, so it shouldn't be that tough for me, right?
Things like this kept the poor boy awake at night back on Vegeta. It was true that he was a sour individual, but he wanted friends as much as the next guy. Maybe friends wasn't the exact word, as it was actually a bit too cuddly. He wanted people to depend on and people to depend on him. It was a mutual relationship that he was looking for, something that would fit him to the tee. It wasn't for a while he would assume that he could meet someone, but this cluster looked promising. Making his way around the mountain, it was still very prevalent in his life that he did not know how to fly at all. He had seen other saiyans fly back on Vegeta, but the notion never came easy or at all to him. It was still a mystery for him how any of them were able to so easily. It looked like a difficult process to the young Kagami, but he would master its ways if it was the last thing he did. It was all about the Ki inside of a person, and Caesar had plenty of it.
Maybe I still need to get stronger. Were all of those people that could fly stronger than me? That is a bit hard for me to believe, but I suppose it's not too off. They were stronger than me in one way...
Caesar would reach around the mountain to find exactly what it was that alerted him to the cluster. It was massive, and that was the only way the half kagami warrior could describe it. All of the ki he felt came from so many different lifeforms racing around at different paces around this capitol of metal and height. The buildings were so tall, they reached far into the clouds and they seemed to never end. It was stunning, the entire sight for Caesar. It was also really scary. Not something that Caesar wanted to even go near, but if he wanted information, nay, to even live on this planet known as Earth, he would need to collect all the information he could about this place. Caesar would make his way over to the most easily accessible part of the city.
Walking down to the city, Caesar noticed the even more skyscrapers and the cars just inches about the ground racing off to various directions. The half kagami would have no idea where any of them were going, but they still continued on. Maybe they all had to be at the same place, or maybe they would continue on to different places. Either way, Caesar would be going to a stranger place than all of those before him. The sun would hit these cars and reflect back, making the skyscraper a deep blue in color. It was very cold up where the kagami was on Earth, and most people had on such big protective clothing. Caesar hadn't been affected by the cold of this place as much, very considering his past. Being a slave in such a hovel as the one he would grow up in, it had facilitate his process of negating the sheer cold blasts that this environment had to offer. His clothing would be an emerald green with a single white rope tied around him. His pants were the same color, being an emerald green as well and having an interesting amount of elasticity to it. His clothing was stolen from the saiyan family that had enslaved him all of his life. It was amazing to him that he could make it all the way to other planet and have stolen the things he did from the terrible people that owned him previously. Caesar would revel in the notion that he made their lives worse, but only for a moment before he noticed something strange. Those that walked around him gave him very odd looks, as if he did not know he was wearing pretty loose clothing. These people around him he assumed to be the humans that were supposed to occupy this planet. They were a strange culture, acting as if this kind of temperature was enough to warrant more clothing.
This thought actually brought the young kagami back to when he first reached the planet Vegeta. It was weird how similar the experience was. The only actual difference that he could think of was how long it took. Caesar had been born on a spaceship of the SSE which was a faction most saiyans were apart of. He had been just a baby, but actually grew up some years on the ship. He had been on it what seemed like forever before the ship had reached the planet that he hated so much. There, he was essentially told that he would now be property to someone else, and that he was now apart of the SSE, if anything just because of association. If by chance there was anyone capable of killing everyone in SSE, he would be apart of those dead.
Maybe just due to spite, maybe just due to fate of being born, but Caesar had always hated life. Growing up he heard the nonsense of the kagami women that raised him all praying to some goddess that they had never seen or heard of, and it had never appeared to work for any of them. Caesar was naive at first and was willing to accept something like this, but it did not take long for him to immediately start to hate it. It was annoying how often they spoke of it like it would save them from slavery. Every single one of those women who raised them had died in his presence cursing everything around them until they could no longer speak. Most of them cursed their children, like Caesar's mother had done to him. It was the very reason why he hated his own race, the ignorance of it all, it was just throw up to the ears. He would be different.
The city that encompassed him was still as droll as it had been. The longevity of it would astound Caesar, as he still was not even to the other side yet. Looking around, it was actually quite nice for Caesar to see. He would no doubt be meeting some people in his adventures in the future.
Pl: 4,200
Currently barreling to the ground, Caesar would spend his time remembering another when he was back on Vegeta in the slave camps.
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"What are you going to do? Go run to your mother?"
The saiyan boy who said this to our young Caesar would now be laughing and pointing. The kagami taught that this kinds of actions should be ignored for the benefit of the kagami themselves, and the goddess they worshiped, Irith. They were supposed to come closer to their god during these times of strife, but Caesar had seen enough strife to last him a lifetime and he was further away from this goddess just like everyone else. Do to this lack of faith, Caesar believed it to be up to him to punish these saiyans appropriately.
As the kid had his eyes closed, Caesar would pick up some rocks on the ground swiftly and shove them into the boys open laughing mouth. While they were in there, and the boy was still surprised, Caesar would punch the kids mouth, making the rocks go down the boys throat and suffocate him. Or, at least it would have, had the boy not caught a lucky break and spat most of them up or just swallowed the rest. He ran away, his friends in tow, but he gave an evil eye back at Caesar. The young kagami would never forget this act of aggression. It made him happier.
During his long tenure at the slave camp of his nightmares, he had picked up on a few things and learned a couple of skills that were beneficial to people like him. For one, he could sense the strength of another person fairly easily. Another was something that the Kagami were known for, which was the power of Ki. A Kagami could learn how to control their Ki relatively easily, but most of the time they used it for the goddess or for very harmless tasks. If anyone from his race would ask him why he hated them, it would be for this reason. Caesar not only hated the race that enslaved him, but the race he was born into slavery. He saw the Kagami as a race of "strong weak people" who could save themselves with force, but for some reason chose not to. Every Kagami could save themselves, he thought, or at the very least live long enough to learn how to. That was another thing the Kagami would good at: aging.
The average Kagami had two to three times the lifespan that a saiyan had, which was saying something. Despite already aging slower than the race that enslaved them, they still did not have enough time to liberate themselves. This in Caesars eyes, was the very reason that his own race did not need to stay existing. He would do away with every saiyan, and then turn his attention to the very people he called his race.
Another piece of evidence that Caesar would pull from in the future was this very moment. After learning how to sense a person's strength, he would constantly be working on his body and his Ki control to prepare for his eventual break out. He had felt what the guards Ki level was before, so he knew the exact level had had to be at himself. Every day during harvesting or tilling or whatever menial labor task he was involved in, he would make sure to act up so the saiyan overseers would whip him. The lashings at a point would no longer hurt, only strengthening his body further, to reach the night it is now, where he was certain he could kill both of the guards.
It was clear that the saiyans who owned the entire plantation did not worry much about an uprising or revolt, due to the two saiyans guarding the mansion not even having scouters. It would upset Caesar more if it did not play so well into his own plans. All he had to do was walk right up to the guards and give a smile. They two would look at each other with eyes that said "What is this guy think he is going to do" before being blasted through their armor completely. Slumping down, they would still have eyes locked with each other, as well as holes in their chests where ones previously weren't. Their faces showed a completely different expression now. One that said something like, "Please let there be an afterlife". They were lucky.
Rushing inside the mansion, Caesar had known there wasn't anyway he could just kill everyone here. The owner of the place, which was not to Caesar's knowledge his own father, had a strength greater than the young looking Kagami had. He would only take a set of nice looking clothing to trade out the rags he previously had. Looking over to the dresser in the room he had snuck into, he would also pilfer the two swords that sat in their sheathes on his way out. He had never used a weapon before, but the idea was very enticing. Putting together the entire ensemble, Caesar actually appreciated his new dapper looking appearance. He did not look anything like the two races he had come from, and he liked that very much.
At this point, the former slave did not care much for whoever knew he was in the house. He wanted to leave with a bang so the poor boy decided to jump through one of the windows. It had been on the second floor, so the fall wasn't great, but he had caught himself well enough. It was annoying to do, but he had to carve his initials into the side of the building with his new blades. It took longer than he wanted to admit before he'd finally be to the ship dock.
"Which of these fucking pods would take me somewhere."
Caesar clearly had trouble with the pods, as he had never even seen much of them before. He knew of their nature due to seeing the flying circles in the sky before, but being face to face with a real one wasn't as comforting as he thought it might be. Caesar had seen the ships whizzing past the slave houses before always assuming the they would basically be magic machines, but this was clearly not the case. The Kagami hybrid would need to think hard about this.
"I see a button on the outside and it's the only one. Is it safe to assume that opens something so I could sit in? Ahh decisions~"
Pressing the only button in sight, the pod would give a pleasant "Kechhhrr" sound and slowly, the bay door would open. Climbing inside, Caesar was immediately faces with a hundred more button choices. Pressing everything he could see, it wasn't until the door closed and began to take off that the would cease the button mashing. A voice would come over some sort of speaker and inform Caesar that he was on his way to someplace named "Earth". Shrugging the name off, the former slave would put his hands behind his head and give a mischievous smile.
"I can't wait to be back. I'll show these saiyans what it means to be an object."
Caesar's hate would begin there, so fueled by rage, as his journey to Earth got shorter and shorter.
About a day later would the light blue planet come into sight. It's sight was interesting. It was much smaller than that of Vegeta, having almost not tug or feel to it even from this far away. He knew nothing about the planet, only what the pod was telling him: "There are humans on the planet." He had never even heard of humans, but he was pretty familiar with just about every other race. Of course, there were two in particular that disgusted him. His own race, the Kagami, and of course the race that enslaved him, the saiyans. He had been enslaved his entire life and he had just now freed himself from the kind of prison, but it was ironic that he would have to spend his time in a new prison, being this very pod until he got there. It was sobering idea, but it was still scary. What if this pod was still being controlled by the owners of it and he was on his way to going back to Vegeta? He couldn't risk that.
Being that he was in the pod and the planet in question was in sight, just in case the owners decided to try to make him come back with some sort of mechanical device, he quickly started to rip all the wires out of the pod. He began to slice the wires in half, ripping them out of the wall and the inner lining; whatever looked important enough to be able to send him back. The corresponding action that occurred was the shutting down of the entire pod, and having it just free fall into the atmosphere of Earth. The front of the pod was still able to see out just fine, so Caesar was able to see every little flame and spec of whatever hit the pod and then subsequently burn up or just continue to fly away. Miles and miles down, the pod hit the ground with a crack and a loud crash, making a hole about 15 meters down and a crater around it.
Caesar would be jarred from the incident, but not at all injured, even superficially. It was something the enigmatic boy would come to know about himself, that his body was just tougher than most, but he still knew of others that were stronger. It was easily decipherable for him that he wouldn't just train a little and then be much stronger than others. That was something that was just impossible right now, but not necessarily in the future. The future could hold many things for the half kagami. Of course, he still did not even know of his other heritage that would definitely come into play. It would all very interesting for him, but the biggest part would be probably that he would transcend levels he had never seen or heard of before. These levels of power would come to him soon, but he'd have to work hard for it. Harder than he had ever worked before in his life.
Hopping out of the broken space pod, he would look around for a bit. It was really bright was he was, but it was also cold. The ground was littered with the color white and things were exceptionally blue around the area. It was an interesting prospect. He had never known a place like this growing up, only the farms that he had to till day and night once he reached of age, which he did years ago. It had been all he'd ever known and the poor boy couldn't wish for it's end soon enough, which is exactly why he did what he did. It was him that had to be brave in these moments of terror, but he did it and he couldn't be happier about his decision.
Walking around, he searched for any lifeforms that could be distinguishable as what a human was, but so far he couldn't see anything. Moving his legs and body forward more and more, he could sense that there were some lifeforms in a large cluster around a mountain of ice that was in his way. The mountain was far too big to just be lifted at his strength, but soon wasn't out of the question. In fact, it was more probable than not that he would be able to lift such a thing after a single training session by himself. It was then he made a very important discovery within himself.
Would I be able to find friends some day? Companions to call my own? That saiyan brat that always picked on me had some friends, so it shouldn't be that tough for me, right?
Things like this kept the poor boy awake at night back on Vegeta. It was true that he was a sour individual, but he wanted friends as much as the next guy. Maybe friends wasn't the exact word, as it was actually a bit too cuddly. He wanted people to depend on and people to depend on him. It was a mutual relationship that he was looking for, something that would fit him to the tee. It wasn't for a while he would assume that he could meet someone, but this cluster looked promising. Making his way around the mountain, it was still very prevalent in his life that he did not know how to fly at all. He had seen other saiyans fly back on Vegeta, but the notion never came easy or at all to him. It was still a mystery for him how any of them were able to so easily. It looked like a difficult process to the young Kagami, but he would master its ways if it was the last thing he did. It was all about the Ki inside of a person, and Caesar had plenty of it.
Maybe I still need to get stronger. Were all of those people that could fly stronger than me? That is a bit hard for me to believe, but I suppose it's not too off. They were stronger than me in one way...
Caesar would reach around the mountain to find exactly what it was that alerted him to the cluster. It was massive, and that was the only way the half kagami warrior could describe it. All of the ki he felt came from so many different lifeforms racing around at different paces around this capitol of metal and height. The buildings were so tall, they reached far into the clouds and they seemed to never end. It was stunning, the entire sight for Caesar. It was also really scary. Not something that Caesar wanted to even go near, but if he wanted information, nay, to even live on this planet known as Earth, he would need to collect all the information he could about this place. Caesar would make his way over to the most easily accessible part of the city.
Walking down to the city, Caesar noticed the even more skyscrapers and the cars just inches about the ground racing off to various directions. The half kagami would have no idea where any of them were going, but they still continued on. Maybe they all had to be at the same place, or maybe they would continue on to different places. Either way, Caesar would be going to a stranger place than all of those before him. The sun would hit these cars and reflect back, making the skyscraper a deep blue in color. It was very cold up where the kagami was on Earth, and most people had on such big protective clothing. Caesar hadn't been affected by the cold of this place as much, very considering his past. Being a slave in such a hovel as the one he would grow up in, it had facilitate his process of negating the sheer cold blasts that this environment had to offer. His clothing would be an emerald green with a single white rope tied around him. His pants were the same color, being an emerald green as well and having an interesting amount of elasticity to it. His clothing was stolen from the saiyan family that had enslaved him all of his life. It was amazing to him that he could make it all the way to other planet and have stolen the things he did from the terrible people that owned him previously. Caesar would revel in the notion that he made their lives worse, but only for a moment before he noticed something strange. Those that walked around him gave him very odd looks, as if he did not know he was wearing pretty loose clothing. These people around him he assumed to be the humans that were supposed to occupy this planet. They were a strange culture, acting as if this kind of temperature was enough to warrant more clothing.
This thought actually brought the young kagami back to when he first reached the planet Vegeta. It was weird how similar the experience was. The only actual difference that he could think of was how long it took. Caesar had been born on a spaceship of the SSE which was a faction most saiyans were apart of. He had been just a baby, but actually grew up some years on the ship. He had been on it what seemed like forever before the ship had reached the planet that he hated so much. There, he was essentially told that he would now be property to someone else, and that he was now apart of the SSE, if anything just because of association. If by chance there was anyone capable of killing everyone in SSE, he would be apart of those dead.
Maybe just due to spite, maybe just due to fate of being born, but Caesar had always hated life. Growing up he heard the nonsense of the kagami women that raised him all praying to some goddess that they had never seen or heard of, and it had never appeared to work for any of them. Caesar was naive at first and was willing to accept something like this, but it did not take long for him to immediately start to hate it. It was annoying how often they spoke of it like it would save them from slavery. Every single one of those women who raised them had died in his presence cursing everything around them until they could no longer speak. Most of them cursed their children, like Caesar's mother had done to him. It was the very reason why he hated his own race, the ignorance of it all, it was just throw up to the ears. He would be different.
The city that encompassed him was still as droll as it had been. The longevity of it would astound Caesar, as he still was not even to the other side yet. Looking around, it was actually quite nice for Caesar to see. He would no doubt be meeting some people in his adventures in the future.
Pl: 4,200