Post by kyabetsu on Apr 25, 2016 19:10:08 GMT
An alarm sounds as Kyabetsu is rocked awake from his slumber. As he looked out the window of the Spacepod, he could see a very familiar sight approaching him quickly. This was the home world, Vegeta, and he could already feel the excitement burning in his heart. Burning like the outer coating of his Spacepod as it broke through the home world's atmosphere, heading headlong into a place he'd know well. "Oh shit! It's gonna be a hard landing!"
He braced himself as his pod sped toward the surface of the planet, flames dancing off the sides of the craft and a trail of smoke following it. He narrowed his eyes and tensed up, getting ready for the unpleasant impact. He was a Saiyan warrior. He didn't care that he may die from the crash, as fear was a four letter word.
Boom!!!
About a half a mile away, a group of miniscule figures crowd around the corpse of an unlucky Saiyan guard. The little green men tear and rip at the skin of the Saiyan warrior, dipping their claws into his entrails and ripping them out, eating them like spaghetti. It wasn't a big surprise thathat the creatures would squeal with glee as another unfortunate visitor to the Central Wasteland would show up.
They galloped toward the boom at full speed, greeted by the smell of melted metal and sweat. Stopping just short of the Spacepod, they looked on, their beady eyes widening as the hatch slowly raised and made a hissing noise.
A tall Saiyan man, tail wrapped around his waist like a belt. He wore the darkest of armor, with a set of red shoulder pads and a cape which swayed behind him as he stood up straight. Those cold, pupiless black eyes looked over his surroundings, then fell on the tribe of Saibamen. He coughed. "Nice welcoming comittee. Is this was awaits me every time I come home? A bunch of homegrown freaks, looking to eat my intestines as if I were a sheep? And they were haggis?" His insanity was duelly noted. And coupled with arrogance, it could be a dangerous thing.
The Saibamen all gave pause. They all looked at one another with a look that could only be described as pure confusion. After all, this man was speaking a language that none of them could understand and they'd just hoped for a good meal to compliment their last...well...meal.
"Well? Which one is first? I really don't have time for a chaotic all-on-one brouhaha. I'm trying to go to the Cacumber Capital....say..." a strange smile crossed his lips. "...can any of you creatures point me in that direction? I seem to have taken a wrong turn at Albequerque."
"Kwee?" (What the hell is he talking about?) Said the Saibaman who appeared to be the "chief" of the group. His tribesmen began jumping up and down, gnashing their teeth at the newcomer.
"Damned plant monkeys! Do NOT talk about my mother!" Although they probably said nothing about his mother, whom he did not know, he went about murdering one of them. He raised his hand out in front of him and fired off a powerful ki blast, disintegrating the poor thing. Poor dumb creature. Dead in a snap.
The creatures all roared, dog piling onto the tall Saiyan who just threw them into the air, one by one, throwing off ki blasts and laughing. "Target practice! Just what I needed!" One by one...dead...until only the "chief" remained.
The creature stood thereally and shivered, surrounded by the fallen bodies of his cohorts. He looked around and began to back up, eyes fixated on the giant Saiyan who stood before him. Kyabetsu tilted his head."What?" He looked around at his handiwork, casually shrugging. "Oh, I just got carried away. Now where is the Cacumber Capital? I don't have time to wait!"
"Kw-"
"I TOLD YOU I DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT!" His voice was thunderous as he fired off another strong ki blast, disintegrating the "chief" of the small tribe in a cold blooded fashion. Once again, he made a casual statement. "Eh...guess Saibamen aren't good guides. Anyyyyywayyyyy..." he began to walk in an eastwardly direction...walk...not fly..."... damn it. I gotta learn how to fly!"
He braced himself as his pod sped toward the surface of the planet, flames dancing off the sides of the craft and a trail of smoke following it. He narrowed his eyes and tensed up, getting ready for the unpleasant impact. He was a Saiyan warrior. He didn't care that he may die from the crash, as fear was a four letter word.
Boom!!!
About a half a mile away, a group of miniscule figures crowd around the corpse of an unlucky Saiyan guard. The little green men tear and rip at the skin of the Saiyan warrior, dipping their claws into his entrails and ripping them out, eating them like spaghetti. It wasn't a big surprise thathat the creatures would squeal with glee as another unfortunate visitor to the Central Wasteland would show up.
They galloped toward the boom at full speed, greeted by the smell of melted metal and sweat. Stopping just short of the Spacepod, they looked on, their beady eyes widening as the hatch slowly raised and made a hissing noise.
A tall Saiyan man, tail wrapped around his waist like a belt. He wore the darkest of armor, with a set of red shoulder pads and a cape which swayed behind him as he stood up straight. Those cold, pupiless black eyes looked over his surroundings, then fell on the tribe of Saibamen. He coughed. "Nice welcoming comittee. Is this was awaits me every time I come home? A bunch of homegrown freaks, looking to eat my intestines as if I were a sheep? And they were haggis?" His insanity was duelly noted. And coupled with arrogance, it could be a dangerous thing.
The Saibamen all gave pause. They all looked at one another with a look that could only be described as pure confusion. After all, this man was speaking a language that none of them could understand and they'd just hoped for a good meal to compliment their last...well...meal.
"Well? Which one is first? I really don't have time for a chaotic all-on-one brouhaha. I'm trying to go to the Cacumber Capital....say..." a strange smile crossed his lips. "...can any of you creatures point me in that direction? I seem to have taken a wrong turn at Albequerque."
"Kwee?" (What the hell is he talking about?) Said the Saibaman who appeared to be the "chief" of the group. His tribesmen began jumping up and down, gnashing their teeth at the newcomer.
"Damned plant monkeys! Do NOT talk about my mother!" Although they probably said nothing about his mother, whom he did not know, he went about murdering one of them. He raised his hand out in front of him and fired off a powerful ki blast, disintegrating the poor thing. Poor dumb creature. Dead in a snap.
The creatures all roared, dog piling onto the tall Saiyan who just threw them into the air, one by one, throwing off ki blasts and laughing. "Target practice! Just what I needed!" One by one...dead...until only the "chief" remained.
The creature stood thereally and shivered, surrounded by the fallen bodies of his cohorts. He looked around and began to back up, eyes fixated on the giant Saiyan who stood before him. Kyabetsu tilted his head."What?" He looked around at his handiwork, casually shrugging. "Oh, I just got carried away. Now where is the Cacumber Capital? I don't have time to wait!"
"Kw-"
"I TOLD YOU I DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT!" His voice was thunderous as he fired off another strong ki blast, disintegrating the "chief" of the small tribe in a cold blooded fashion. Once again, he made a casual statement. "Eh...guess Saibamen aren't good guides. Anyyyyywayyyyy..." he began to walk in an eastwardly direction...walk...not fly..."... damn it. I gotta learn how to fly!"
The Story of Kyabetsu Begins