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Post by Vocado on Sept 12, 2016 22:38:33 GMT
[Thread PL: 20,950 | Oozaru (x10) available for use due to Full Moon] "If this isn't the biggest bull I've ever been forced to deal with..."The Saiyan Elite sighed angrily, his foot colliding with the cranium of an unconscious green alien of some unknown sort. He'd been accosted by this thug and his friends on his way to the Palace of Cacumber. He was the only one who hadn't been vaporized. Though Vocado didn't mind getting some fighting in, what he did mind was what the alien had said prior to his quick death. "Vegeta is going to the dogs, and we all know it!"Perhaps he was right. It'd been ages since anyone had actually seen the Queen of Vegeta, and even longer since an official word came from any of the higher-ups in the Vegetan Military. Rumors began to spread due to her absence. Some said the power of the Ascended Super Saiyan she'd found while out hunting those traitors had driven her mad, while others said that the traitorous bastard had actually gotten Zucceta in some rotted corner of the cosmos. He wouldn't allow himself to believe those blatant lies. Their Queen was a strong Saiyan, perhaps the strongest the galaxy had ever been graced with the presence of. There was absolutely no way she could fall to a traitor after all she'd accomplished. Aside from the Queen, the Saiyan General Mayze had also gone dark. It wouldn't have been such a big deal if he hadn't dragged Vocado off Knutts for some reason he wasn't even sure of yet. He'd heard the General say something about training, but he never got more out of him on the subject before he disappeared. Of course, some rumors spread of him as well, the most ridiculous of which was that he'd defected to the Earth of all places. "Tch. Stupid worms don't know what they're on about."With his small detour dealt with, Vocado pressed on towards the Palace. He wasn't going to be left in the dark about the state of his Queen forever. If nobody was going to give him a straight answer at the Palace, he'd track down someone who could, and he'd beat the information out of them. He wouldn't let Vegeta go to the dogs. Not while the Age of Super Saiyan's was still young. The sun set on Vegeta as the Saiyan Captain arrived at the Palace gates, his eyes avoiding the looming moon in the distance, deciding instead to focus on the two well-armored Saiyan Guards standing out front. Cape billowing in the wind, Vocado approached the duo, glaring at them as they barred entry. "HALT! shouted the burly one on the left. "State your business at the Palace, Sold-- GUARR!"Before the Saiyan could even finish his sentence, he found a knee firmly placed in his gut. The Saiyan keeled over, the wind knocked from his body entirely. Vocado quickly pulled back, thrusting his elbow into the face of the remaining Guard. He slumped to the floor, dazed and confused. As Vocado hopped over their barely-conscious bodies, he spat out the words: "Official Business."The Saiyan entered the Palace, finding himself in the grand entrance hall. He'd only ever been here a few times before, but the place still looked quite impressive. There were many places he could have tried to learn more about the current state of the leadership of the Solar Empire, but he figured -for whatever reason- that the Throne Room would be the best place to look. Surely, if anyone important were anywhere, they'd be there! The Saiyan quickly made his way to the Throne Room, and as one might expect, the room was empty. "...I don't know what I expected." He stared down at the tiled floor below as he trudged towards the throne, defeated. Something about seeing the throne itself empty had wounded the Saiyan's pride. He expected Zucceta or Habana or Mayze to be standing right there, simply ready to send him out on a mission or kick his face in for not being on Knutts. Instead, he was gifted nothing. Soon, his sadness turned to rage. "Where... Where the hell did she go?!" He smashed his fist into a nearby pillar, cracking the large stone support beam from the force of his strike. Vocado let out a fierce shout as his trudging became stomping. Why was he so angry? He knew the Queen wouldn't be here. She was supposed to be searching the galaxy for those traitors anyways! Why would his first thought even to be coming here! His fist shot towards another pillar, but he missed, enraging him further. The Saiyan grunted angrily, before turning his head to the sky. "WHERE THE HELL IS ANYONE?!"
His shout echoed through the Palace, even reaching the outer gates! Surely someone would hear, and perhaps they would be able to do something to take his mind off how furious he was. |
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Post by Rubega on Sept 14, 2016 22:25:46 GMT
[Thread PL: 7,000] [Oozaru (10x) available due to the Full Moon]
Rubega traced his fingers over the fresh scar located on his chest. After spending days in the rejuvenation tank, located in the medical wing, the young Saiyan had finally healed enough to the extent that he could be discharged.
He did it. He managed to escape death once again. The dark haired Saiyan felt a certain sense of pride with that. No matter the circumstances, or how much the odds were stacked against him, he always seemed to scratch and claw his way through.
He was a survivor in every sense of the word.
The Saiyan warrior couldn’t help but smirk in the mirror as he stopped tracing the scar with his finger, and began adjusting the new breastplate to his armour. It wasn’t uncommon for Saiyan warriors to replace their armour regularly due to the damage they sustained in battles. However, Rubega always disliked attaining new armour. The ‘breaking in’ period of wearing new armour was always uncomfortable for him and it usually took a few days for the armour to not feel stiff around his body.
Once he was fully dressed, the young Saiyan moved through the Radittsu District, looking for a decent bar where he could get drunk and ‘celebrate’ his victory. Making his way through the poorer parts of the capital, it was impossible not to hear the rumours floating around about the state of the Saiyan Solar Empire’s chain of command.
Apparently I missed a lot when I was away.
The rumours were interesting to say the least though. He’d heard a variety of different ones. Some of them were downright ridiculous, such as whispers of there being a power stronger than that of a Super Saiyan. Super Saiyans were the stuff of legends, and while the SSE liked to use propaganda, brainwashing the simple-minded fools of the planet into thinking that the Queen was their Super Saiyan saviour, he simply didn’t buy it.
Speaking of the Queen… the most interesting rumour circulating the Radditsu District was that the Queen had apparently been driven mad, and that the SSE was in a state of disarray. With everyone believing that some of the SSE’s top commanders and warriors, ones who were at the top of the food chain, were supposedly missing and presumed dead, Rubega couldn’t help but wish for it to be true.
It would make his life so much easier if they all just dropped dead.
While the Empire would be thrown into a brief state of uncertainty and vulnerability, there would be very little powerhouses left to stand in his way of taking the throne. Soon Rubega would be stronger than the majority of Saiyans on the planet and if the rumours proved to be true, there wouldn’t be a single man or woman on Vegeta able to stop him from taking the title of King.
There was almost a sense of foreshadowing as Rubega drifted out of his own thoughts to find himself standing outside the gates of the Royal Palace. The Saiyan’s eyes lingered for a second on the Palace and just when he was about to continue his search for a decent bar, he noticed something…
Where are the guards?
Rubega’s curiosity was peaked and he soon found himself walking through the gates, and up the stone steps towards the entrance. Once he finished climbing the steps he saw them. Two guards, both of them lay out on the ground unconscious.
Stepping over the bodies, the young Saiyan cautiously entered the Palace and walked down the halls. He had no idea why he had decided to investigate further but he could soon hear something echo throughout the walls, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on exactly what he was hearing.
Following the hallways, the throne room eventually came into view. The room he’d dreamt about for years.
“WHERE THE HELL IS ANYONE?!”
The scream echoed through the large room, just as the young Saiyan entered. His eyes quickly snapped towards the destroyed pillar and the man standing in the middle of the room, his one hand clenched, the knuckles slightly covered with granite from what Rubega assumed was him punching the stone pillar.
With the man seemingly oblivious to his presence, Rubega simply leaned against the pillar nearest to him, crossing his arms over his chest with a small smirk on his face, “Nasty little temper tantrum you have there.” |
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Post by Lettucia on Sept 15, 2016 2:24:46 GMT
[Thread PL: 2,800]
She took the paper given to her and stood to her feet. "You leave for Namek in two days, understood soldier?"
The albino Saiyan nodded her head, "Yeah, I hear you loud and clear." With a quick toss up of her right hand she turned and exited the room, she took a right and began walking down the hallway unfolding the paper in hand look to read over her mission. At the top it said her supervising officer was Habana. A small smirk came to her lips, well this would make for an interesting time. She'd heard that the Commander had managed to gain the golden fleece of the Saiyan race, the legendary Super Saiyan powers and not to mention the Commander was a hybrid herself. She wasn't quite sure how it was that some Saiyans could still doubt and hate other Hybrids after seeing a woman like Habana. In any case it didn't really matter, her only goal was to reach that level and put the Saiyans in their place once and for all.
Her train of thought was broken when she heard s man yelling at the top of his lungs. She looked up with her senses already beginning to scan the area, there were two of them. One closer to her whom she guessed was doing the shouting. His power level was through the roof compared to hers. The other was close as well but not as though he was moving closer. This power level wasn't as strong as the first, but hers was still dwarfed when compared. She continue walking though she was now heading towards the the voice and larger power level, curious as to what was happening. It didn't take her long to reach the source and the other fellow she sensed had shown up as well, leaning casually against a pillar as he poking fun at what seemed to be a very angry bear.
"You know, poking a bear usually gets you killed," She piped up stepping from behind a wall announcing her presence if neither of them hadn't noticed her yet. She stood dressed in the usual Saiyan armour though she was unlike most Saiyans. She sported shoulder length white hair and red eyes, but her most outstanding feature would be her white tail wrapped around her waist. Even if Saiyans did differ in appearance due to genetics, more often than not their tail was brown. "So what's all the fuss about?' She folded her arms across her chest, a wary eye on each other the saiyan warriors as she waited for some sort of response.
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Post by Vocado on Sept 15, 2016 5:19:45 GMT
Vocado's outburst seemed to have attracted a handful of visitors. As he stewed in anger, he heard a voice from the entrance of the Throne Room, causing him to swivel around to stare at this intruder. Luckily, the new face was a simple Saiyan. Not a foolish gutter-trash alien, not some idiot in robes waiting to chastise him for denting a piece of the Palace, just an average Saiyan Warrior.
He clicked his scouter on, reading out the Warrior's Power Level at a decent level. If he had to guess, this Saiyan was probably just below the Elite Class. Vocado gave the snarky warrior a sneer, before responding in a harsh tone. "A temper tantrum I have the luxury to make, unlike a weakling such as yourself. Care to tell me what you're doing snooping about the Palace, Soldier?"
Before he was graced with a response, another face made itself known by chastising Rubega's choice to "poke the bear" as she called it. This one was a bit different. Her hair a snowy white, her eyes a blood red. Despite this, she sported a tail like any other Saiyan. Though slightly discolored, it was clear as day that she was at least somewhat Saiyan. A hybrid perhaps? It certainly seemed that way. He clicked his scouter again, noting her Power Level to be much lower than the male who'd entered. Low-class, but still strong.
"The 'fuss' isn't important. Not to you lot anyways. Just some official business that's gone... Awry." He looked back at the vacant throne, his blood boiling once again at the sight. His fists clenched, allowing some small bits of rubble to fall from his glove.
"I'd suggest you two get out of here. I'm sure you've both got important things to do, no?"
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Post by Rubega on Sept 15, 2016 20:19:12 GMT
Rubega watched as the large Saiyan turned to face him. He was a large man, bigger than himself. It was easy to see the type of man he was as well, just by quickly observing his body language. He carried himself as though he were better than everyone else, carried himself as an elite.
He was curious as to what the man was doing in the throne room though. Watching as the man scanned him with his scouter, Rubega’s jaw soon clenched when the bigger man sneered at him, "A temper tantrum I have the luxury to make, unlike a weakling such as yourself. Care to tell me what you're doing snooping about the Palace, Soldier?”
Looks like I was right about him. Who the fuck does he think he is?
Masking his growing irritation with a smirk, the younger Saiyan was about to reply when a second person entered the throne room. He watched as a woman with white hair announced herself to the two of them. He felt as though her red eyes pierced his soul as they quickly fixed on him. It was unnerving to say the least.
She must be a demon.
It was then that he noticed the white tail firmly wrapped around her waist.
No, a hybrid then.
“You know, poking a bear usually gets you killed.”
The dark haired Saiyan watched as the man acknowledged the girl first, before turning towards the throne, his hands still clenched. Rubega’s eyes followed the same path until they rested on the throne itself, placed near the back of the room.
With the throne sitting there vacant, it was easy for his fantasies to run wild. Vivid images of himself sitting on the throne, with everyone else knelt before him.
Can’t get too carried away.
Pushing himself off the pillar lazily, the young Saiyan turned back towards the two warriors. His brown tail unwrapping itself from his waist as he took another step forward into the room. As he was doing so, the larger Saiyan piped up again, his words being spat out roughly.
Ignoring the Saiyan’s advice, Rubega continued forwards, taking slow and methodical steps as he headed towards his destination; the throne. Waving his hand in a dismissive manner as he passed the Saiyan who seemed to have anger issues, Rubega replied, “Actually I haven’t got much to do at all, I’m not cleared for active duty yet.” |
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Post by Lettucia on Sept 16, 2016 0:23:35 GMT
Lettucia stayed where she was at the entrance to the throne room as she got her answer, it wasn't important, not to her and this other saiyan anyways it seemed. She supposed a normal person would've simply said screw it and walked away, but his very vague response only piqued her curiosity more. What was this man doing in the throne room, why was he so angry and with all the commotion where were the guards? Not that she thought they could do much here, but it was odd that they hadn't even shown their faces. Now that she thought about it, not anyone was just allowed in the Palace. She herself only got in due to receiving a mission helping the forces on Namek in tracking down the traitor that Commander Habana was after.
She caught movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned to see the younger Saiyan walking further into the throne room. It would seem he had some particular interest in the throne, ignoring the other saiayn's advice to leave. She wanted to say something but opted to keep quiet and watch matters unfold in front of her. From what she could see the eldest of the three present seemed to be used to giving orders and having them followed. Not to mention he was strong, she would take a guess that he was probably within the elites of the SSE. With his current temper along with what she could see from his personality, the current arrogance and swagger being flaunted by the other saiyan would probably bring out the rage even more.
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Post by Vocado on Sept 18, 2016 12:28:39 GMT
Vocado grit his teeth as Rubega moved forwards. How dare he even consider moving towards the Throne?! Seeing this weakling make his way towards the seat of the Queen made the Captain's blood boil with hatred. He wanted nothing more than to smack this fool around to teach him proper manners. So he decided he would do just that. With a burst of speed, Vocado flickered out of sight, before suddenly reappearing directly in front of Rubega. With a quick motion, the Saiyan Captain attempted to roundhouse kick Rubega in the jaw, intending to send him flying across the Throne Room. Should Rubega somehow avoid this, he'd more than likely be able to get a cheap shot in on Vocado's mid-section. "Who said you could even look at the throne, scum? This is the seat of Queen Zucceta, and no low-class trash like you is going to disgrace it with his breath!"Clearly, Vocado wasn't one who enjoyed soldiers disobeying his orders. He was used to the loyal Soldier's of the Knutts Prison. Of course, that didn't mean he was above teaching those who didn't listen a lesson in respect. His eyes darted over to Lettucia for a moment. It seemed she was content with watching instead of causing trouble. He simply continued ignoring her for now. Rubega was a much more important rebellious soul at the moment. "If you think you're good enough to even look at that Throne, then prove it to me; show me your strength! Otherwise I'll find you a nice comfy spot in the Rejuvenation Tanks!"
[KP: 3/3]
Vocado has been enraged! How dare Rubega walk towards a chair!
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Post by Rubega on Sept 18, 2016 19:53:52 GMT
Rubega smiled as he continued his walk forward towards the throne. Truth be told, he didn't quite know why he was moving towards the throne in the first place. He guessed it was just that he wanted to see it up close for the first time. He'd never quite had the chance to fully inspect the throne room before. In the very few times that he'd been here, it was only for fleeting moments, a quick briefing of a mission and a nod of a head.
Now he had the opportunity to see for himself just how special this throne was. After all, he planned on taking it eventually.
A few more steps and suddenly his view of the throne was obscured. In the blink of an eye the large, bearlike Saiyan that he'd just waved off dismissively moments ago was standing in front of him, enraged. With a speed that the young Saiyan couldn't have even envisioned the older man having, it was impossible to block or avoid the kick that slammed into his jaw.
The audible smacking noise of the older Saiyan's foot connecting with Rubega's jaw echoed throughout the throne room as the younger Saiyan was sent flying backwards. Rubega felt his neck whiplash forward as his back came into contact with the wall. Damn it! If only he had replaced his scouter, it most likely would have detected the brief spike in the older Saiyan's power level before he attacked. He could have dodged the kick.
The dark haired Saiyan slowly peeled himself away from the small crater that was made in the wall, his eyes quickly shifting to the hybrid on his right hand side.
Good, it looks like she isn't going to get involved.
Rubega smiled as he turned his attention back towards the man, "You know, I'm getting tired of your whole 'I'm an elite' shtick. We'll see who's scum when your throat is beneath my foot!"
With that said, Rubega dashed forward in an instant. Reappearing in front of the larger Saiyain, Rubega swung his fist down in an attempt to punch the man in the jaw. Knowing that the singular punch would most likely be blocked or avoided altogether, the younger Saiyan quickly followed that up with an attempt to spin kick the man in the side of the head.
[KP: 3/3]
Rubega's pride has been wounded! But he's not going down without a fight.
OOC Notes: Please bare with me if I make any mistakes, this is my first experience with this type of role-play.
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Post by Lettucia on Sept 20, 2016 1:25:50 GMT
She could've called what happened next, actually she did call what happened next. Arrogance versus arrogance usually lead to some sort of head butting and with the amount of pride and arrogance carried by saiyans it was no wonder they were a fighting race. She sensed the brief spike in the saiyan's power level as he moved though she was nowhere near fast enough to track his movements with her eyes. Her eyes popped open in surprise at how fast he was, though she didn't have to look too long to find out where he was going. For one she had a pretty good guess, her eyes turned towards the Saiyan making his way to the throne just in time to see him receive the kick that sent him flying back into the wall hard enough to leave a small crater there.
"Who said you could even look at the throne, scum? This is the seat of Queen Zucceta, and no low-class trash like you is going to disgrace it with his breath!" The saiyan spoke up after landing the kick. To be honest she did take some offence to that line being born from a low class saiyan herself, but that wasn't to say a low class saiyan couldn't make it to the top. She herself was a perfect example, a hybrid and born to a low class saiyan yet she was still stronger than most within her ranks and it wouldn't take long for her to gain more strength.
She chuckled slightly as the older saiyan continued on, urging the young one to come at him if he had the balls to. Turning her head to look at him she saw that he was looking at her himself, but only for a brief moment before returning his attention to his assailant before returning his own form of trash talking and rushing the Captain. Lettucia wouldn't have advised him to do that but at the same time she herself probably would've done the same in his position. As a saiyan it was very insulting to be embarrassed like that and then called weak.
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Post by Brassica on Sept 20, 2016 10:27:32 GMT
PL: 41,601
Light Weights: ON
Weighted PL: 31,200.75 ~ 31,201
The Simian's settlement was well and secure by now, and the land around them was slowly, very slowly, being revived by the seeds they had brought with them from their original homeworld. It seemed that the plantlife from her adopted world was proving much hardier than any of the local Vegetan vegetation had been. Since her Simian's were managing well enough as they were now, the short-haired Saiyaness decided to head for the palace in order to try and locate Commander Habana in order to give her an update on the situation, and maybe even find something for her to do. Floating around this desolate world and encountering her people was proving to be a little... frantic. It seemed that no matter where she went, there was always some sort of crisis or combat going on because of bruised egos or the like.
Then again, most of those seemed to be caused by the males of the species... something that seemed to be a common factor no matter where in the universe you travelled to. Speaking of which, a loud roar coming from the palace caused Brassica to roll her eyes before she made her way through the halls, noting the apparent lack of guards. "Guessing neither Zucceta or Habana are home then." she mused before arriving at the scene in the throne room. The short haired Saiyan just covered her face with her palm at the sight of the weaker warrior trying to take on the stronger one. "Bloody males..." she muttered as she came in to land beside the silver-haired girl.
She decided that she'd let the pair of them duke it out a little, but only to a certain extent. This was the Throne Room after all... although she did have to wonder where the hell all the guards had decided to bugger off to. Then again, did Zucceta's palace really need guards? I mean, who would be stupid enough to try and waltz in here and start picking fights when the strongest Super Saiyans roam these halls? As that thought crossed her mind, she gave the two males currently brawling a deadpan look and sighed.
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Post by Mayze on Sept 23, 2016 20:57:05 GMT
A soft sigh escaped the saiyan's as his eyes gazed over the PDA he loosely held in his right hand.. A bored expression adorned the veteran’s face as he slowly set the PDA down before leaning back in his chair. His expression morphed into a soft frown as he wondered why the Queen had failed to establish contact for such a long period. His first instinct was to assume capture or death, but those thoughts were quickly dismissed. A statement would have been released had such a disastrous event occurred. No, more than likely the Zucceta was fine and well, likely in a position where contact could compromise her position.
A loud noise, that sounded suspiciously similar to a voice, interrupted the general from his thoughts. His frown deepened, curious as to the source of the noise. However, after a quick glance over of the room, and failure to see anything out of the ordinary, he brushed it off, placing the blame onto his bored imagination.
His hands brushed the nearby PDA which happened to contain various military reports on logistics and strategy. The reports had slackened off substantially lately. The well oiled machine that was the saiyan military was slowing down in its expansion to stop itself from overextending. Rebellions and riots were the norm on the fringe planets of the empire despite the Empire’s ruthlessness. The Queen’s prolonged absence certainly hasn’t instilled much confidence within core worlds either. However, the situation was ea-
His thoughts were interrupted once more as a loud and frequent beeping noise reached his ears. A curious expression formed across his features as he snatched his red scouter from the desk. Without bothering to put it on, he noted that two sizable power levels had gathered within the throne room, along with a lesser one.
Suppressing his power level, the saiyan rushed out of the room and into the hall. He raced through the all, passing through various palace guards who were also making their way to the throne.
Arriving far ahead of the guards, Mayze opted to stay in the shadows and observe the situation before making a move. There appeared to be 3- wait no, make that four saiyans within the room. One he instantly recognized as his comrade Vocado, the other three he had no idea about. One was a silver haired saiyan female, he briefly wondered if her hair was dyed or if she was a hybrid. Another saiyan female stood by her with a sizable power level. Friends perhaps? The final was a young saiyan male with black hair, who appeared to be confronting Vocado. Over what, the saiyan general had no clue.
The young saiyan’s brash personality reminded the general of himself when he had first arrived on Earth. Fortunately, that aspect of himself had slowly ebbed away and in its place a cunning atypical of a saiyan male such as himself. However, that didn’t mean the general didn’t have random bouts of brashness. Indeed, just a few months ago the android Cipher had visited the capital to negotiate peace terms. Angered and insulted the gesture, the saiyan had taken every opportunity to insult and harass the visitor.
While he typically would’ve allowed the two saiyan males to fight, this was the throne room, Such transgressions would not be permitted here. So, instead of sitting back as the younger saiyan pulled back his fist, and made a lunge for Vocado, the general sprinted forward and placed himself in front of the attack. WIth a raised finger, the attack was stopped in its tracks.
Mayze gave a cold smile as he stared the saiyan in the eye, “What a pathetic strike. You really think that would’ve done anything against him,” he nodded towards Vocado, “You’re too weak to even lay a scratch on him before he would’ve killed you,” arrogance filled his voice as he continued, “I suggest you run off before you get yourself hurt… or worse.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 7:33:26 GMT
Rose finally arrives to the empire’s main entrance. Her attire alone was only what the guards needed to know why she was here. No hunter would have made their way to this place due to the manner she dressed herself. She was certainly weighted as well thought it matched her clothes and also blended in. With her jet black tank top, tight mid-night bra to match with her black baggy pants; she seems to be wearing some decent standard garments for a hunter on a job. The only thing she had on her that wasn’t black been her golden pistols which were attached to her belt holster and her lengthy scarves around her neck. One was white and the other was red. She made sure that they intertwine with each other like a candy therefore creating two different color tails at the back. She didn’t seem to be heavily armed this time as well. Why was she here in the first place? That was a simple answer; she was given the task to pick up a list from the empire and the judge. They gave her guidelines to wait in a specific area until they have arrived. It appears she was a bit too early for the show! The guards observed her then one spoke in a loudly yet prideful tone shortly, “They’re not here as yet, follow me inside and wait until they’re here. Give them around ten minutes. I’ll alert them of your arrival.”That statement was all she wanted to hear from them. She thought she was going to be late but it seems she was much earlier than she expected. What to do now was just to follow through and wait on them before she could return to her daily life. One of the guards led her inside as she trails behind of them. Her hair had no changes made to it this time. This means it was bouncing against her shoulder and scarfs each step she has made. If it wasn’t for her scarf, she wouldn’t have been notice as bounty hunter due to her attire. She seems as if she was a normal human passing through. All eyes on her! This was for two main reasons as well: One, her beauty and two, her power level was truly low. Some saiyans were giving her the look of grace and praise while the others were giving her the look of disgust. Only the saiyans that know how dangerous power compression was could have figured out that she was hiding her real power from them. They knew this girl might not be something they’ll mess with. She heard a few noise coming from the room the guard was taking her. If she remembers well, this might have been the same place Kaula held a meeting with a few warriors around the planet during the universe crisis. If she was correct then this was going to be the place Zucc’s royal chair was resting. “Noise in this location? Shouldn’t that place be quite? I thought she’s away...Oh well.”, she thought to herself. The true to be told, she didn’t want to deal with Zucceta at the moment. She knew how it was going to play out if she isn’t battle hunger. With her guard up and expectations high, she enters the room calmly and quiet. She had no idea what was going on but she wasn’t going to interfere. This wasn’t her problem. “Here you go. Wait here for a bit, they’ll be here soon enough.”. The guard then turned on his heels then walked out, leaving her in this filled room of warriors. Her eyes scan the room from top to bottom while she watched in silent. Her arms were crossed as she remains in place. There was no reason for her to get herself involved with this mess. After observing, it seems it was two saiyan male going at it? She can only assume they were doing this out of pride, fun or trying to impress someone. Could be any or all of the three options provided. She slopes her head following up by her body a bit; listening to everyone speak including Mayze, she sighs gently--It seems she couldn’t just stay out of it as she planned, this was something really irresponsible so she had to make an comment on it, “And what would this senseless violent bring to you both? Dominate? Power? Respect? What? Won’t it be the same in the end? The loser becomes power hunger or refuse to work with the winner? I’ll like to know more.”. She asked then states. She didn’t want to herself involved but when something is as pointless as this, she just had to. WORDS: 789
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THREAD: Power: 5'000 (Compressed) | Thread Power: 56'696 | Weights: On
NOTES: Mmm, Meep
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Post by Vocado on Sept 25, 2016 6:46:02 GMT
As the foolish lower class Saiyan rushes forwards, a jolt of adrenaline courses through Vocado's body. He loved a good fight, and though Rubega was outclassed by a good mile, he didn't mind much. Every Saiyan had to be outmatched at some point in their lives, after all. He prepares to parry the incoming strike, when a gust of wind brings in a new arrival. The Saiyan General Mayze had intervened, blocking Rubega's strike with a single finger. The magnificent display causes Vocado's grin to fade; replaced by sheer awe.
He took a step back, placing a fist over his heart as he bowed to the General. "General Mayze, sir! It's good to see you again. My apologies for interrupting whatever it was you were doing with this... Mere inconvenience."
In the commotion, it seemed that more Warrior's had arrived. Two more females, each one wildly varying in power. The Guard Captain quickly clicked his Scouter on. While the newest Saiyan seemed to surpass even Vocado in power, the other arrival was quite weak in comparison, though due to her strange outfit, there was a slim chance she had weighted gear adorned. It wasn't uncommon in some circles, but it didn't matter much if she did anyways. If she caused trouble, Mayze would be more than capable of taking her down if Vocado himself was somehow unable.
He turned to Brassica for a moment, giving her a skeptical look. She had respectable power, but who in the world was she? If she was so mighty, surely he would have heard of her before, no? Perhaps she was only a recently conscripted soldier, stuck on whatever planet she was sent to as a child for ages. If that were the case, the planet she was stuck on must have been truly brutal.
The pink-haired woman suddenly shouted over, deciding to blather on about how senseless this bout was, before posing a question. Vocado scoffed, before replying. "These are not matters that concern you, Girl. Perhaps you should keep your mouth shut and mind your own business. I'm sure your escort will be along shortly." He crossed his arms against his chest, his expression that of agitation.
"If I had known I'd attract every damn fool on Vegeta just by shouting, I would have kept my mouth shut..."
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Post by Rubega on Sept 25, 2016 21:00:13 GMT
Rubega’s heart rattled against his chest as he threw his arm forward, he was certain that this was going to work. The first punch would either be dodged or parried, and then the young Saiyan would quickly follow up with a spin kick, catching the older man off guard. His lips tilted upwards into a sliver of a smile as he felt his arm fly through the air, his brain already processing the next step to his attack, the next move in this game of chess that he was playing with the older Saiyan.
All the momentum in his arm suddenly came to a stop. The abrupt halt to his attack sent a nasty vibration along the side of his arm, all the way up to his shoulder. Shifting his eyes upwards to see what exactly was going on, the young Saiyan’s eyes widened at the sight of General Mayze.
Rubega’s smile melted away as he came face to face with the Saiyan General. His eyes slowly dropped to see that his attack had been blocked… by a mere finger. A fucking finger. A mixture of fear and embarrassment tingled down his spine as he unconsciously took a step backwards.
The young Saiyan quickly noticed a few more people enter the room, all of them observing the three men at the epicentre.
Of all the times to not bother replacing my scouter…
With someone new seemingly entering the room every five minutes, Rubega was starting to feel a little bit vulnerable without having his scouter to help him determine the power levels of those around him.
A few moments passed, silence filling the room until someone finally spoke out. Rubega didn’t know if he was just stuck in his own thoughts or if he was merely paralyzed by fear in that singular moment, but the young Saiyan missed the comment of a pink haired woman who'd entered the room. He quickly thought about throwing out a snide remark, but the older Saiyan he was fighting with beat him to the punch.
"These are not matters that concern you, Girl. Perhaps you should keep your mouth shut and mind your own business. I'm sure your escort will be along shortly." If the guy hadn’t just kicked him into a wall a few moments earlier, Rubega would have agreed with his comments.
Ignoring the pink haired girl for now, the young Saiyan took another step backwards in order to prepare himself slightly. His eyes focused in on General Mayze for a split second, before resting back on the Saiyan he was briefly skirmishing with, “I didn’t realise you needed someone else to fight your battles for you.”
Deep down he knew the goading comment was untrue. However, the young Saiyan felt as though he needed to establish at least some sort of control over the situation. He knew that he couldn’t deal any damage with his fists, so he opted to use his silver tongue instead to damage the older Saiyan’s pride… |
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Post by Lettucia on Sept 26, 2016 13:59:28 GMT
They hadn't been here for too long, neither had the fight been going on that long either. It certainly wasn't bad enough to warrant the amount of guests that were suddenly popping up in the room in Lettucia's eyes anyways. The albino Saiyan glanced to her right as another woman appeared and stood beside her, muttering something about 'Bloody males'. Lettucia did a quick scan of the woman looking her up and down taking in her features as well as measuring up her power level. She was strong, stronger than Mr. Elite there who seemed rather excited for his current fight as the younger saiyan pushed himself up off the wall and stood to his feet.
At this point Lettucia had broken her gaze from the new comer and returned her attention to the fight where the younger of the two men was proceeding to run at his opponent to punch him in the face. She waited patiently to see the end result of this action and then out of nowhere another Saiyan appeared between the two stilling the the attack with... his finger? Who was this guy? Lettucia hadn't even sensed him, much less seen him get by her. It was then that the older Saiyan spoke up and allowed her to realize whose presence she was in. General Mayze, it wasn't as if she'd never seen the guy before, but well never in person. Following shortly behind him were a few of the palace guards who now congregated by the door to the room behind Lettucia and the other woman.
Well these guys were slow about it. She thought to herself. Though one would suppose it wasn't often you'd need to protect the throne room, especially if it was Zucceta that was normally inside it.
The General himself had begun his own smack talking, letting the younger Saiyan know he wasn't even worth the other man's time and/or energy though this didn't seem to deter him in the slightest as she continued to stare down the man behind the general after getting over his disbelief that his attack had been blocked by nothing but a finger. Lettucia would suppose that he had probably put everything he had into that being that he had already been dealing with an opponent that was clearly stronger and then to have it stopped by a single finger, well she couldn't imagine how his pride took that one. It was then that another voice spoke up, asking what the situation was about. Lettucia turned to see an oddly dressed pink haired girl behind her.
Again, she didn't see how this fight attracted this much attention, hell it had just gotten underway. There were only two attacks thrown the whole time and it seemed like the entire empire was ready to come and watch. In either case the pink haired was quickly told to keep her mouth shut and mind her own business. Still it was at this moment that Lettucia realized she was the weakest person currently located here. She didn't like that all and quickly felt very nervous, not that she would let it show. Perhaps it was time she got out of here, she really did want to see how the rest of this situation would turn out. After a moment or two of her internal conflict she remained where she was deciding to stay instead of leaving. She would see this through to the end, who knows maybe she'd get lucky and one of these power houses would offer to train her.
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