Post by Plato on Dec 31, 2016 7:45:11 GMT
Powerlevel: 142,051
Oh how long it had been. Plato sat in his ship his eyes closed as he focused on all the powerlevels feeling everything out, all the people feeling their powerlevels they were so weak and so frail, they could be destroyed so easily. One Powerful blast and the people would be completely destroyed, gone with a flash he was glad they were safe, it seemed those "Protectors" had done a good job. They had keep the world safe, it brought warmth to his heart, perhaps they didn't need to die, perhaps there was a peaceful way to figure this out. No one needed to die, everyone could live, maybe just in the back of his heart that hope existed, but he quickly crushed it, if they stood against them he'd break them, their bodies would wash away in the sand to never be seen again. He would kill to free his people, he would not take the throne again, he was no longer focused on becoming a king, he was there to liberate all control of foreign powers. The men the android, to his understanding were not from here, they controlled this world, and if the man elected by his council was still alive he had no idea. He was honestly unsure what he was walking into, he could be meeting death face to face, that did not give him too much hope, his life could end once again but he had the courage to walk towards the city.
He knew they could sense him, his possible foes, allies or friends, it didn't matter which, he knew they would find him but he was ready, he had trained in hell and fought people that could crush him like an ant for the chance to return. He knew his deal with the devil knights was to help them with Namek but he needed to check what they were up against, and then what was on Namek itself. He knew the sse were there, perhaps the man who ordered the attack on Namek was waiting in a shallow bar waiting for his neck to be snapped for daring to harm his people.. It was crazy to him, he was so strong when he was last here, he was not even a third as powerful as he was now, but now he was as powerful as the wife of Carva, the Saiyan who was at this point his mortal foe, the man who did everything in his power to try and destroy him. It was sad to see him die knowing their final clash would never come and they never had the battle, a battle between two men face to face with nothing to stop them, he almost lost their last battle, but now even a super saiyan would have problems dealing with Plato. A smirk formed on his face before he pulled up his green cloak which was spotted yellow and made of silk while his battle armor sat beneath waiting for the possible sneak attack or when he was forced to fight the lords of his home. His home, that was not possibly controlled by foreign lords, he was not have that, the people deserved to choose their leader, like they choose him, well he left them very little choice ,regardless they needed a king they would elect to lead them, to protect them.
His Feet slammed into the Cold earth as he finally entered the cities eyes darting at him with some having the look of Distaste, some fear, others had the look of shock and some even had a look of happiness. It didn't matter to him he didn't let their faces or emotions sink into him. He was not there as of now to talk to his people, though he'd love to catch up, but right now he needed to meet with the King. He needed to meet whoever had ruled over this planet and let androids on the world. Perhaps the doctor he meet had let his power go to his head, he was not a king, never meant to be and he knew, he was not human he was an android, not some old man, whether he was good or bad he didn't know. He killed Denim so perhaps he was good? Though anyone with a lick of common sense would kill that woman, she was completely insane. He pulled his hood down as a couple men in front of him staggered off their feet looking up at him. "Its him..." A Konstian man spoke dropping his stuff to the ground his jaw touching the ground as well he had a look of complete and utter shock. Most assumed he died, they were right about that, but hell itself would not keep Plato away from what he desired to protect them, to save them whether they knew it or not. He stood in front of the castle waiting for the doors to open they knew who he was, and he knew who they were, and he was ready to meet them. His hand clutched his blade, if a battle would come he would be ready as he turned looking at the people who had stunned looks his white hair flowing in the wind, "My Name is Plato and i have returned."
Oh how long it had been. Plato sat in his ship his eyes closed as he focused on all the powerlevels feeling everything out, all the people feeling their powerlevels they were so weak and so frail, they could be destroyed so easily. One Powerful blast and the people would be completely destroyed, gone with a flash he was glad they were safe, it seemed those "Protectors" had done a good job. They had keep the world safe, it brought warmth to his heart, perhaps they didn't need to die, perhaps there was a peaceful way to figure this out. No one needed to die, everyone could live, maybe just in the back of his heart that hope existed, but he quickly crushed it, if they stood against them he'd break them, their bodies would wash away in the sand to never be seen again. He would kill to free his people, he would not take the throne again, he was no longer focused on becoming a king, he was there to liberate all control of foreign powers. The men the android, to his understanding were not from here, they controlled this world, and if the man elected by his council was still alive he had no idea. He was honestly unsure what he was walking into, he could be meeting death face to face, that did not give him too much hope, his life could end once again but he had the courage to walk towards the city.
He knew they could sense him, his possible foes, allies or friends, it didn't matter which, he knew they would find him but he was ready, he had trained in hell and fought people that could crush him like an ant for the chance to return. He knew his deal with the devil knights was to help them with Namek but he needed to check what they were up against, and then what was on Namek itself. He knew the sse were there, perhaps the man who ordered the attack on Namek was waiting in a shallow bar waiting for his neck to be snapped for daring to harm his people.. It was crazy to him, he was so strong when he was last here, he was not even a third as powerful as he was now, but now he was as powerful as the wife of Carva, the Saiyan who was at this point his mortal foe, the man who did everything in his power to try and destroy him. It was sad to see him die knowing their final clash would never come and they never had the battle, a battle between two men face to face with nothing to stop them, he almost lost their last battle, but now even a super saiyan would have problems dealing with Plato. A smirk formed on his face before he pulled up his green cloak which was spotted yellow and made of silk while his battle armor sat beneath waiting for the possible sneak attack or when he was forced to fight the lords of his home. His home, that was not possibly controlled by foreign lords, he was not have that, the people deserved to choose their leader, like they choose him, well he left them very little choice ,regardless they needed a king they would elect to lead them, to protect them.
His Feet slammed into the Cold earth as he finally entered the cities eyes darting at him with some having the look of Distaste, some fear, others had the look of shock and some even had a look of happiness. It didn't matter to him he didn't let their faces or emotions sink into him. He was not there as of now to talk to his people, though he'd love to catch up, but right now he needed to meet with the King. He needed to meet whoever had ruled over this planet and let androids on the world. Perhaps the doctor he meet had let his power go to his head, he was not a king, never meant to be and he knew, he was not human he was an android, not some old man, whether he was good or bad he didn't know. He killed Denim so perhaps he was good? Though anyone with a lick of common sense would kill that woman, she was completely insane. He pulled his hood down as a couple men in front of him staggered off their feet looking up at him. "Its him..." A Konstian man spoke dropping his stuff to the ground his jaw touching the ground as well he had a look of complete and utter shock. Most assumed he died, they were right about that, but hell itself would not keep Plato away from what he desired to protect them, to save them whether they knew it or not. He stood in front of the castle waiting for the doors to open they knew who he was, and he knew who they were, and he was ready to meet them. His hand clutched his blade, if a battle would come he would be ready as he turned looking at the people who had stunned looks his white hair flowing in the wind, "My Name is Plato and i have returned."