Post by sake on Feb 7, 2015 21:54:33 GMT
Sake lay in the well worn cot in the room he had ' purchased ' from it's previous occupant. A weak willed and pathetic being meant to be protection for this vessel. A single back hand had ended all boasts and bluster from the other, instilling fear instantly. Pathetic creatures these aliens. The air was slightly cooler than normal, like he wanted it. The smells of the room were stale, recycled. Well used bedding, sweat, minor food and drink odors all mixed together here. He stared at the ceiling for nothing better to do. Everyone left him alone as they had been told. He wasn't one to share rooms or pleasentries. Oh no, not him. This room itself was meant for two but only he held it. He didn't take money for his services on this ship. Food, the room, and transportation only. And in exchange he would make sure any pirate ship or trouble maker swift dealings. And twice he had shown his promise. Destroying one pirate ship even though they had turned to leave them alone. He had laughed, shook his head and made a point to show this ship what they dealt with concerning him. One blast from his hand, and over fifty cowards were sent about space as dust and debris. And he never stopped laughing at the sight, or while he went back to his quarters.
That one show had been more than enough, but he showed off again. This time just for the hell of it. An arugument between two other security hires had threatened to destroy cargo and deal damage to the ship itself. Those two learned how to walk in space without air masks or pressure suits. Now he was given his meals in his quarters and given a wide path when he came near them or passed by. He had been on this ship now for a year. He was restless, growing weaker the longer he stayed on this ship. No real fights to be had and no training room. He growled lightly as he got up to pace the ships walkways and cargo areas. At least he could stay moving. That was his only problem with being on this ship really. But even warriors made sacrifices for their own improvement. And he wasn't going to improve on Vegeta anymore. He had been twenty years of age when he left for his little adventure. Now twenty one and bored. But he didn't know that he was about to have some fun.
A speaker box near the end of the hall was lit up. Following that came that annoying little voice of the captain on it's system. ' All hands to defense positions. Secure cargo areas and critical systems. Sake report to bridge. I repeate, All hands to defense positions. Secure cargo areas and critical systesms. Sake report to bridge. ' The message repeated twice more before it cut off. Warning lights along the hall lit up. Rapid three pulse setting. Not a drill. He licked his lips, poped his knuckles as he stepped up his pace. This could be one of two things. One they were looking at being attacked or raided. Two they were entering a bad section of space where debris and asteroids littered their path. Making the ships low power sheilds less effective. Two turns, one left and at the end of this hall a right. Halfway down a set of stairs up two levels and straight ahead. He stepped through the open door onto the bridge. " Whats all the fuss about little man? " He crossed his arms as he stopped and stood near the operation controls and view screen that showed them the outside. The capitain grumbled at the way he was spoken too but said nothing.
Bad idea considering the saiyan was his best defense system against pirates and apparently other space hazards. Saiyans....warrior people with little care for anything more than fighting. Arrogant and powerful. Many were cruel, some didn't care, and others enjoyed helping. It wasn't always such though. Hell they had been almost extint he had thought. But this one...this Sake was someone that made his scales tingle with worry. He spoke finally, a light hiss to his voice. ' We are entering a debris feild. Sssheilds aren't strong enough to take mosst of the larger object on scanner. Worsse iss that we know on the other sside are two warring pirate groupss and we shall come right out between them. Up for that challenge? ' He didn't have to ask but it was good to poke the saiyan alittle. He tilted his head as Sake looked at him over his shoulder with a dark grin and spoke. " Get my gear ready in the top airlock. Adjust your sheilds accordingly. " He turned and left the bridge. The captain chittered lightly at the grin. This was going to be bad and he knew it. Bad for anyone that came at his ship at least.
Sake walked back down the stairs and turned right, going behind them. Two doors down he opened the elevator pad and stepped in. He didn't want to be outside but that was the best position. Once in the elevator he pressed TH-1 for the airlock he needed. Ten seconds later the pad let him loose at the airlock section where two crew had already prepped the form fitting space suit and breathing mask for him. He removed his battl armor since it was in the way, and then donned the space gear. With the crew mens help he was given the thumbs up and let go. Doors closed behind him, pressure was changed and then the door infront of him opened into space. The magnet system engaged as he walked forward, exiting the chamber and entering space itself. Stopping here a moment he looked around before turning slightly to the left and walked forward. He stopped halway to the frontal fin of the ship and anchored himself to the ship with a cable. Finally he locked the magnetic boots in place with their strongest setting. Now he was ready for this little problem. He breathed in deeply, tasting the pure air, the metal and plastic in the oxygen. Then slowly he let it out as he focused ahead of him. With the aid of a visual computer and his own scouter he could see the problems that were in the ships path.
He charged his ki to about half power and formed spheres in each hand. Right hand fired first then the left. He formed two more spheres. The first blew apart a medium chunk of metal that caused surrounding debris to float away from the path they were on. The second destroyed a small wrecked pod shortly after the first debris had been cleared. Both spheres this time were fired, the energy pushing apart smaller debris as they traveled forward. A large chunch of rock soon detonated, and again the force caused debris to move out of the way. Now he had to wait for a while. The ship wouldn't change speed for the need to manuver safely. With what he had done so far would get them halfway through before he would need to do more. This did give him the unique perspective of being alone and at the mercy of something so weak, yet so powerful all at the same instance. Space, a vacume of cold nothingness filled with stars, gasses, dust and debris of one sort of another. It was perfect. At times he felt as if space itself was the event that brought him to life and not the saiyan's that called themselves his parents. A growl rumbled at that thought...at those images. Parents....them...not at all. They were decent warriors but they weren't parents. But then again when they were afraid of their own son....it made things weird.
His hands clenched as he looked left and right. Waiting...always waiting. He hated it. He needed action, fighting...destruction. He was born for war, to destroy and conqure. He found joy, pleasure in doing what he was born to do. But there was little of that going around these days. Fighting missions here and there to keep them known and in shape but that was it. So with his little time off world and his rare moments of seeking information, he had come across a planet that held promise. The boast of powerful fighters being drawn in or coming from this place. And old...hell ancient records had told that the tyrant that held sway over the saiyan race had been killed by fighters from this place. Earth. That was where he needed to go, wanted to be. To see for himself what was there. The visor blinked, drawing his mind back to the present. Time had passed, and he needed to act again. Studying what was ahead he formed his attack plan. His hands came up and were held side by side. A large sphere began to form as he prepared to clear the path. This had to be a constant powerful stream. The data and course was showing too much debris in the path to be effected by the shockwave method. Finally ready he fired the attack. A massive beam of energy shot forth, seemingly guiding the ship.
In space nothing held sound. All he could hear was his own breathing and the beating of his heart in his ears. But in his mind he heard the crackle of energy. Heard the impact, explosions and cracking and tearing of rock and metal as it was destroyed and pushed out of the way. He continued to push the powerful stream of energy for several more seconds. Grinning as he reveled in the destruction that was laid out before him. Finally he stopped the stream and lowered his hands. Watching the beam continue to destroy for a while longer before it faded out. Dust and gas and debris swirled in space, floating away and in small rivers and in a very large area. Plenty of area for them to pass without trouble. Though he couldn't see clearly far enough ahead or through the dust clouds and such he had to rely more on the visual scanner and scouter. He remained at the ready to fire away at the instant it was needed. Thankfully that didn't seem to be needed. But he remained where he stood. monitoring the air he had left. They left the debris field and his scouter lit up with many more signatures. Ships firing energy weaponry at each other. Neither side looked good for the ship. So he tapped his communication system, tying into the broadcast set up. " To all pirate ships engaged in war on each other....Get Out Of My Way Or Die! " And with that he drew his hands back, and thrust them forward sending two powerful beams. Both packed with extreme explosive energy that went to work the moment they collided with the first two pirate ships. One on each side of course.
And he began laughing as he watched the chain reaction. The beams peircing the metal of the ships and their shielding. The internal explosions began first, cascading outward as he could imaging the screams. He imagined how fearful and paniced they all would be as they tried to get to safety. In a matter of moments, in silence two vessels were torn apart in a bright flash of orange, blues, and reds. Shockewaves from the blasts spreading the debris into other ships as he drew his hands back to prepare another attack. This time it would be a salvo of spheres. This must be a better show if they didn't get the hint with the first round. But he frowned as ships began parting ways, running from the power that was aimed at them. Only then did he laugh again seeing how some rammed others of their own fleet to get out of the way. causing more trouble for each other. Oh why not? He threw his hands forward again, five spheres from each hand fired. Ten ships soon began the cascade of destruction again. And he laughed at the wonder that he had caused. A beeping in his system warned of his need to return to the airlock or be denied air. So with a small frown at being made to return so soon, he reached down and turned the magnetics down to normal, removed the anchor and returned to the airlock. After several minuets the air pressure was regulated and changed, allowing him to remove the space suite and put his armor back on.
He returned to his quarters were a hot meal and drink had been placed for him. A large meal of course since his people had a great appitite. So he ate, drank and relaxed. The day hadn't been a total loss after all. The ache for battle had been dulled just enough that he could relax. This was his life for two more years on this ship. Showing his power, getting the ship to where it needed to be intact and fully loaded. But it was the last year he spent on the ship that had given him the greatest joy of being on the ship. For two reasons of course. The first being he was finally going to be dropped off on earth. The second....a fight that had been something he had sought since leaving home. Oh that was a battle indeed. IT was mid year when this happened. They were docked at some space port on some ugly little planet. The ship was being unloaded and reloaded with new cargo. Three days for that to be done and one more for supplies to be replenished. The end of the fourth they would set out again. He was off wandering the local seedy side of the port and it's surrounding city. Where you'd find the kind of entertainment he often sought. A few drinks, sample some of the furites and meals that were available and walk around. Finally something had drawn his attention to a large arena that was underground. The feel and knowledge of it that he gained gave him the impression the arena was a pace for brutal fights that weren't exactly legal.
This of course sparked his curiosity. So he made his way there. Making his way down into darkness. After a minuet or two the stairs became a floor, a hallway that led at a single door with a red light above it. And gaurding it was a rather ugly looking lizard like being. He had seen them here and there and knew they could be vicious and hard to put down.....for most people. He stopped infront of the being and looked at the door. " Is the fighting here for real or is it full of cowards and weaklings? " The guard looked up and gave a hissing chuckle. No talking but he lifted a clip board. A release form and reward form all in one. It was looked over and signed quickly and he was let in. Inside was low lighting in the stands. But the fighting arena itself was lit up well. And he could smell the blood, the sweat and see it as well. Large enough to hold at least fifty or so fighters of decent size. He made his way forward, tapping the control on the scouter. Reading the various levels given off by the would be fighters. Low powers for the most part, but there were a few that were close to his own. But these were so clouded by others he couldn't see them. Standing by the ring he crossed his arms and waited. It wasn't long before a buzzer sounded and a small pale skinned frog looking thing walked into the center of the ring. ' Alright three minuets for betting. this is going to be a free for all battle. We have our regular crowd of fighters as usual but this time...we have a saiyan seeking to fight. And this one is one to watch out for. '
He croaked twice almost bouning in place. ' This saiyan is responsible for the devestation of the pirate fleets on several different occasions. And has removed two of the highest paid bounty hunters from the pirate fleets. So we shall have a real show for you. Betting opens now! fighters get in the ring and prepare for battle! ' And with that the little frog being hopped right out of the arena. How had the thing known about him and what he did? Not his problem in the end since it would make the fight all that much better. His left hand rested on the waist high ring and jumped over. Once on the other side he watched as fighters constantly entered. Not afraid of what they had heard. It almost seemed they were even more eager for this fight now. He gave a grin as he knew anything could happen and would happen here. Death included. After three minuets he was feeling eager to begin. Large fighters, small fighters, medium fighters. All height and each different race with different skills he knew. He walked forward a few steps. A bell sounded as betting was ended and the fight started. Only it wasn't going to be a fight it seemed. Every fighter in the ring stared at him, and then rushed in. So he had been lead here on purpose. Pathetic.
He began to laugh as he met the rush. Fists and kicks where his opening salvo of attacks. Each strike was full strength and brutal. The weaklings died instantly with the force of each attack. Broken bones, arms, and legs were common when he fought. The short yelps, squeaks, gurggles, and various other sounds were music to him as the fallen made way for those soon to fall. Oh this was what he wanted! Slaughter. Pure and simple death at his hands. And he had victims lining up, surrounding him just begging for their turn to die at his hands. Ducking and deflecting weak attacks allowed him to kill those that gave them. Stronger opponents he stunned long enough to deal with the weaker ones. The rush had stopped once the others noticed the bodies around his feet. Nearly twenty fighters had been killed and lay where they fell. And he had only scuff marks on his armor to show for it all. But more was the grin he had, the lust for death in his eyes. The scouter he wore now located three fighters, strong, his level strong. All in front of him and holding back. Waiting for something to happen or just for the trash to be cleared away. He wanted them. And wanted them now. He crossed his arms infront of his chest, growling as he charged his ki. Time to end the warm up and start the fight.
He spread his arms to the side, and a field of ki formed and expanded. Blowing the dead out of the ring along with those that were too weak to stand against this basic attack. Of course he made sure the force he used could kill the weak while those who survived the field wouldn't be in the fight any longer. With that done he stood, licking his lips. He pointed at the three remaining figures. " Come on...I came for a fight! Now Give me one! " He watched and waited, seeing the three finally move forward. His hands clenched into fists, popping his knuckles again. Cloaks were dropped then. He grinned seeing his opponents. They were alien but looked like him without the tail or spikey black hair. One was deeply tanned with blue hair, and the other two were light tan with matching white crew cuts. Each wore some form sensor or seeing device that matched each other. A form of battle armor like his own was set over a loose fabric with gauntlets and boots of dark red colors. His blood was alive with what was coming. Taking a stance or offense he grinned. Three with his level of strength was a challenge. One on one he could take the advantage most likely. But three was a major challenge. He watched as they spread out a little preparing for a joint attack.
He licked his lips slowly, keeping that cold grin. " That's right...come on in. " His tone was cold, inviting almost in his own way. His eyes held the spark of battle lust. And he made the first move. The big one would have the most strength and likely had the leadership of the three. The twins were that faster ones. They knew he was deadly hand to hand, and held energy abilities. But they didn't know the depths they went, or the depths of his battle ability went. Or his dark desire for death and destruction. Dust swirled around his feet and he shot forward. Both hands together, came up under the big ones chin and then opened wide. Forming and firing beams into the twins. He jumped, planted both feet into the big ones chest ful force sending him back and himself into a back flip. Upon gaining his feet he shot forward again. The twins were still reeling from the surprise attack that had seemingly blinded them as well as deal some minor damage. But his focus for the moment was the leader. His fists moved hard and fast. Stricking against the armor and sending tremors through it into the ribs, chest, stomack and face. Finishing this burst off with another double fist to the side of the leaders head, cracking the visor before the first retalitory strike was given.
And one that cost him his scouter. The kick had come out of nothingness it seemed. He felt the wind, heard the sound, and felt the instant crush and cracking of the scouters casing before he felt his head lean sharply to his right. Sending him in that direction as well. Hitting the ground he rolled and came up defensive out of instinct, in time to be met by the twins. He had judged them correctly. It was all he could do to deflect and block the onslaught that the two unleashed upon him in his current position. He couldn't find a way to gain his feet for several moments. But he did finally manage to jump to his feet after a double deflection that caused the twins to loose their balance for the briefest of moments. Of course all this time defending had given the leader time to regain his senses....and show his anger in how red his ears and face had become. He laughed at the sight, inciting even more anger from the big man and drawing more attacks from the twins. He had to rid himself of the twins first then. He began to study the attacks, the patterns as he moved around, deflecting and blocking attacks. Trying to find the best way in which to make his attack worth while and quick in this particular case. Though he didn't like quick.
He growled lightly as he found his plan of attack. But it was going to cost him. He left his right open for attack as he deflected a few attacks. The kick was hard and sharp to his ribs. Gritting his teeth his right arm moved instantly, gripping the leg. Allowing another kick to strike his back as he twisted to the right, driving his left elbow into the thigh of the warrior. He heard the pained scream, felt the snap of bone as the leg was effectivly broken. Twisting back to his left he was hit again with a right fist to the midsection. Loosing his breath he forced a small blast of energy into the face of the other twin. One crippled the other now blinded. And he backed off to rub some feeling back into his side and midsection. When the blinded twin lowered his hands to test his sight, he was given a powerful uppercut from Sake. Followed by a side kick to the right knee which broke under the force. " Now that the speed is gone...time to really cut loose. " He gave that dark grin and rushed in at the half blind twin. sliding into a hard thrust kick to the head, snapping it back with such force the neck was broken instantly. " One down...two left. " He turned, bringing his hands up catching the massive double fist that was coming down on him. " Well well, quick for a big guy aren't we. " He felt the strength and the power there. But he wasn't going to loose this fight. But right then he knew it was going to be a close fight.
He was leaning backwards under the pressure and strength of the large fighter. He grinned then and twisted to the right. Pushing the attack that direction while allowing him to bring his right knee up hard into the midsection of the warrior. And with that brief moment he hopped back to get some distance, to catch his breath. That was when he realized just how much of his strength had been sapped so quickly. It wasn't right...something was wrong. Shaking it off he rushed in once again. Matching blows with the big man. Neither gaining the advantage and each gave as good as they got. Though he did dodge when he felt the twin fire a energy weapon at him. Handheld cannon of sorts. It barely missed him and he felt the drain again. " Enough of this! " He jumped back and up. " Let's end this on a high note! " He drew his hands back charging his ki. He pushed his hands forward then, bowling ball sized orbs of energy formed and five were fired. Luckily both of the two were near each other. " Taste my Seismic Bombs! " He watched with glee as the big one stood infront of his injured comrad. What a sentimantal fool! But no matter. The orbs struck home and the destruction and pain he heard from the attack was sweet music to him.
Everyone there heard the bones breaking, the cries of pure agony and suffering. A bluish red fluid came from the big warrior as everything internal was damaged to the extreme. His eyes rolled back and he fell. Leaving his cripple comrade to catch the next five bombs. The result was the same. Once it was over he landed and noticed the armor itself in the hands of the big man. There had been some means of draining built into them but could only be done during physical contact. The fight would have ended badly for him if he had continued to play hand to hand. He knew his last attack wasn't very strong at all. But just enough to cause a slow painful death to the last fighter. He breathed heavily and slowly. Then he turned and left the arena, collected his winnings and found him a place to bath and eat. AFterwards he returned to the ship upon departure time. He watched the planet fade away in the port hole window of his quarters. Next stop......Earth.
That one show had been more than enough, but he showed off again. This time just for the hell of it. An arugument between two other security hires had threatened to destroy cargo and deal damage to the ship itself. Those two learned how to walk in space without air masks or pressure suits. Now he was given his meals in his quarters and given a wide path when he came near them or passed by. He had been on this ship now for a year. He was restless, growing weaker the longer he stayed on this ship. No real fights to be had and no training room. He growled lightly as he got up to pace the ships walkways and cargo areas. At least he could stay moving. That was his only problem with being on this ship really. But even warriors made sacrifices for their own improvement. And he wasn't going to improve on Vegeta anymore. He had been twenty years of age when he left for his little adventure. Now twenty one and bored. But he didn't know that he was about to have some fun.
A speaker box near the end of the hall was lit up. Following that came that annoying little voice of the captain on it's system. ' All hands to defense positions. Secure cargo areas and critical systems. Sake report to bridge. I repeate, All hands to defense positions. Secure cargo areas and critical systesms. Sake report to bridge. ' The message repeated twice more before it cut off. Warning lights along the hall lit up. Rapid three pulse setting. Not a drill. He licked his lips, poped his knuckles as he stepped up his pace. This could be one of two things. One they were looking at being attacked or raided. Two they were entering a bad section of space where debris and asteroids littered their path. Making the ships low power sheilds less effective. Two turns, one left and at the end of this hall a right. Halfway down a set of stairs up two levels and straight ahead. He stepped through the open door onto the bridge. " Whats all the fuss about little man? " He crossed his arms as he stopped and stood near the operation controls and view screen that showed them the outside. The capitain grumbled at the way he was spoken too but said nothing.
Bad idea considering the saiyan was his best defense system against pirates and apparently other space hazards. Saiyans....warrior people with little care for anything more than fighting. Arrogant and powerful. Many were cruel, some didn't care, and others enjoyed helping. It wasn't always such though. Hell they had been almost extint he had thought. But this one...this Sake was someone that made his scales tingle with worry. He spoke finally, a light hiss to his voice. ' We are entering a debris feild. Sssheilds aren't strong enough to take mosst of the larger object on scanner. Worsse iss that we know on the other sside are two warring pirate groupss and we shall come right out between them. Up for that challenge? ' He didn't have to ask but it was good to poke the saiyan alittle. He tilted his head as Sake looked at him over his shoulder with a dark grin and spoke. " Get my gear ready in the top airlock. Adjust your sheilds accordingly. " He turned and left the bridge. The captain chittered lightly at the grin. This was going to be bad and he knew it. Bad for anyone that came at his ship at least.
Sake walked back down the stairs and turned right, going behind them. Two doors down he opened the elevator pad and stepped in. He didn't want to be outside but that was the best position. Once in the elevator he pressed TH-1 for the airlock he needed. Ten seconds later the pad let him loose at the airlock section where two crew had already prepped the form fitting space suit and breathing mask for him. He removed his battl armor since it was in the way, and then donned the space gear. With the crew mens help he was given the thumbs up and let go. Doors closed behind him, pressure was changed and then the door infront of him opened into space. The magnet system engaged as he walked forward, exiting the chamber and entering space itself. Stopping here a moment he looked around before turning slightly to the left and walked forward. He stopped halway to the frontal fin of the ship and anchored himself to the ship with a cable. Finally he locked the magnetic boots in place with their strongest setting. Now he was ready for this little problem. He breathed in deeply, tasting the pure air, the metal and plastic in the oxygen. Then slowly he let it out as he focused ahead of him. With the aid of a visual computer and his own scouter he could see the problems that were in the ships path.
He charged his ki to about half power and formed spheres in each hand. Right hand fired first then the left. He formed two more spheres. The first blew apart a medium chunk of metal that caused surrounding debris to float away from the path they were on. The second destroyed a small wrecked pod shortly after the first debris had been cleared. Both spheres this time were fired, the energy pushing apart smaller debris as they traveled forward. A large chunch of rock soon detonated, and again the force caused debris to move out of the way. Now he had to wait for a while. The ship wouldn't change speed for the need to manuver safely. With what he had done so far would get them halfway through before he would need to do more. This did give him the unique perspective of being alone and at the mercy of something so weak, yet so powerful all at the same instance. Space, a vacume of cold nothingness filled with stars, gasses, dust and debris of one sort of another. It was perfect. At times he felt as if space itself was the event that brought him to life and not the saiyan's that called themselves his parents. A growl rumbled at that thought...at those images. Parents....them...not at all. They were decent warriors but they weren't parents. But then again when they were afraid of their own son....it made things weird.
His hands clenched as he looked left and right. Waiting...always waiting. He hated it. He needed action, fighting...destruction. He was born for war, to destroy and conqure. He found joy, pleasure in doing what he was born to do. But there was little of that going around these days. Fighting missions here and there to keep them known and in shape but that was it. So with his little time off world and his rare moments of seeking information, he had come across a planet that held promise. The boast of powerful fighters being drawn in or coming from this place. And old...hell ancient records had told that the tyrant that held sway over the saiyan race had been killed by fighters from this place. Earth. That was where he needed to go, wanted to be. To see for himself what was there. The visor blinked, drawing his mind back to the present. Time had passed, and he needed to act again. Studying what was ahead he formed his attack plan. His hands came up and were held side by side. A large sphere began to form as he prepared to clear the path. This had to be a constant powerful stream. The data and course was showing too much debris in the path to be effected by the shockwave method. Finally ready he fired the attack. A massive beam of energy shot forth, seemingly guiding the ship.
In space nothing held sound. All he could hear was his own breathing and the beating of his heart in his ears. But in his mind he heard the crackle of energy. Heard the impact, explosions and cracking and tearing of rock and metal as it was destroyed and pushed out of the way. He continued to push the powerful stream of energy for several more seconds. Grinning as he reveled in the destruction that was laid out before him. Finally he stopped the stream and lowered his hands. Watching the beam continue to destroy for a while longer before it faded out. Dust and gas and debris swirled in space, floating away and in small rivers and in a very large area. Plenty of area for them to pass without trouble. Though he couldn't see clearly far enough ahead or through the dust clouds and such he had to rely more on the visual scanner and scouter. He remained at the ready to fire away at the instant it was needed. Thankfully that didn't seem to be needed. But he remained where he stood. monitoring the air he had left. They left the debris field and his scouter lit up with many more signatures. Ships firing energy weaponry at each other. Neither side looked good for the ship. So he tapped his communication system, tying into the broadcast set up. " To all pirate ships engaged in war on each other....Get Out Of My Way Or Die! " And with that he drew his hands back, and thrust them forward sending two powerful beams. Both packed with extreme explosive energy that went to work the moment they collided with the first two pirate ships. One on each side of course.
And he began laughing as he watched the chain reaction. The beams peircing the metal of the ships and their shielding. The internal explosions began first, cascading outward as he could imaging the screams. He imagined how fearful and paniced they all would be as they tried to get to safety. In a matter of moments, in silence two vessels were torn apart in a bright flash of orange, blues, and reds. Shockewaves from the blasts spreading the debris into other ships as he drew his hands back to prepare another attack. This time it would be a salvo of spheres. This must be a better show if they didn't get the hint with the first round. But he frowned as ships began parting ways, running from the power that was aimed at them. Only then did he laugh again seeing how some rammed others of their own fleet to get out of the way. causing more trouble for each other. Oh why not? He threw his hands forward again, five spheres from each hand fired. Ten ships soon began the cascade of destruction again. And he laughed at the wonder that he had caused. A beeping in his system warned of his need to return to the airlock or be denied air. So with a small frown at being made to return so soon, he reached down and turned the magnetics down to normal, removed the anchor and returned to the airlock. After several minuets the air pressure was regulated and changed, allowing him to remove the space suite and put his armor back on.
He returned to his quarters were a hot meal and drink had been placed for him. A large meal of course since his people had a great appitite. So he ate, drank and relaxed. The day hadn't been a total loss after all. The ache for battle had been dulled just enough that he could relax. This was his life for two more years on this ship. Showing his power, getting the ship to where it needed to be intact and fully loaded. But it was the last year he spent on the ship that had given him the greatest joy of being on the ship. For two reasons of course. The first being he was finally going to be dropped off on earth. The second....a fight that had been something he had sought since leaving home. Oh that was a battle indeed. IT was mid year when this happened. They were docked at some space port on some ugly little planet. The ship was being unloaded and reloaded with new cargo. Three days for that to be done and one more for supplies to be replenished. The end of the fourth they would set out again. He was off wandering the local seedy side of the port and it's surrounding city. Where you'd find the kind of entertainment he often sought. A few drinks, sample some of the furites and meals that were available and walk around. Finally something had drawn his attention to a large arena that was underground. The feel and knowledge of it that he gained gave him the impression the arena was a pace for brutal fights that weren't exactly legal.
This of course sparked his curiosity. So he made his way there. Making his way down into darkness. After a minuet or two the stairs became a floor, a hallway that led at a single door with a red light above it. And gaurding it was a rather ugly looking lizard like being. He had seen them here and there and knew they could be vicious and hard to put down.....for most people. He stopped infront of the being and looked at the door. " Is the fighting here for real or is it full of cowards and weaklings? " The guard looked up and gave a hissing chuckle. No talking but he lifted a clip board. A release form and reward form all in one. It was looked over and signed quickly and he was let in. Inside was low lighting in the stands. But the fighting arena itself was lit up well. And he could smell the blood, the sweat and see it as well. Large enough to hold at least fifty or so fighters of decent size. He made his way forward, tapping the control on the scouter. Reading the various levels given off by the would be fighters. Low powers for the most part, but there were a few that were close to his own. But these were so clouded by others he couldn't see them. Standing by the ring he crossed his arms and waited. It wasn't long before a buzzer sounded and a small pale skinned frog looking thing walked into the center of the ring. ' Alright three minuets for betting. this is going to be a free for all battle. We have our regular crowd of fighters as usual but this time...we have a saiyan seeking to fight. And this one is one to watch out for. '
He croaked twice almost bouning in place. ' This saiyan is responsible for the devestation of the pirate fleets on several different occasions. And has removed two of the highest paid bounty hunters from the pirate fleets. So we shall have a real show for you. Betting opens now! fighters get in the ring and prepare for battle! ' And with that the little frog being hopped right out of the arena. How had the thing known about him and what he did? Not his problem in the end since it would make the fight all that much better. His left hand rested on the waist high ring and jumped over. Once on the other side he watched as fighters constantly entered. Not afraid of what they had heard. It almost seemed they were even more eager for this fight now. He gave a grin as he knew anything could happen and would happen here. Death included. After three minuets he was feeling eager to begin. Large fighters, small fighters, medium fighters. All height and each different race with different skills he knew. He walked forward a few steps. A bell sounded as betting was ended and the fight started. Only it wasn't going to be a fight it seemed. Every fighter in the ring stared at him, and then rushed in. So he had been lead here on purpose. Pathetic.
He began to laugh as he met the rush. Fists and kicks where his opening salvo of attacks. Each strike was full strength and brutal. The weaklings died instantly with the force of each attack. Broken bones, arms, and legs were common when he fought. The short yelps, squeaks, gurggles, and various other sounds were music to him as the fallen made way for those soon to fall. Oh this was what he wanted! Slaughter. Pure and simple death at his hands. And he had victims lining up, surrounding him just begging for their turn to die at his hands. Ducking and deflecting weak attacks allowed him to kill those that gave them. Stronger opponents he stunned long enough to deal with the weaker ones. The rush had stopped once the others noticed the bodies around his feet. Nearly twenty fighters had been killed and lay where they fell. And he had only scuff marks on his armor to show for it all. But more was the grin he had, the lust for death in his eyes. The scouter he wore now located three fighters, strong, his level strong. All in front of him and holding back. Waiting for something to happen or just for the trash to be cleared away. He wanted them. And wanted them now. He crossed his arms infront of his chest, growling as he charged his ki. Time to end the warm up and start the fight.
He spread his arms to the side, and a field of ki formed and expanded. Blowing the dead out of the ring along with those that were too weak to stand against this basic attack. Of course he made sure the force he used could kill the weak while those who survived the field wouldn't be in the fight any longer. With that done he stood, licking his lips. He pointed at the three remaining figures. " Come on...I came for a fight! Now Give me one! " He watched and waited, seeing the three finally move forward. His hands clenched into fists, popping his knuckles again. Cloaks were dropped then. He grinned seeing his opponents. They were alien but looked like him without the tail or spikey black hair. One was deeply tanned with blue hair, and the other two were light tan with matching white crew cuts. Each wore some form sensor or seeing device that matched each other. A form of battle armor like his own was set over a loose fabric with gauntlets and boots of dark red colors. His blood was alive with what was coming. Taking a stance or offense he grinned. Three with his level of strength was a challenge. One on one he could take the advantage most likely. But three was a major challenge. He watched as they spread out a little preparing for a joint attack.
He licked his lips slowly, keeping that cold grin. " That's right...come on in. " His tone was cold, inviting almost in his own way. His eyes held the spark of battle lust. And he made the first move. The big one would have the most strength and likely had the leadership of the three. The twins were that faster ones. They knew he was deadly hand to hand, and held energy abilities. But they didn't know the depths they went, or the depths of his battle ability went. Or his dark desire for death and destruction. Dust swirled around his feet and he shot forward. Both hands together, came up under the big ones chin and then opened wide. Forming and firing beams into the twins. He jumped, planted both feet into the big ones chest ful force sending him back and himself into a back flip. Upon gaining his feet he shot forward again. The twins were still reeling from the surprise attack that had seemingly blinded them as well as deal some minor damage. But his focus for the moment was the leader. His fists moved hard and fast. Stricking against the armor and sending tremors through it into the ribs, chest, stomack and face. Finishing this burst off with another double fist to the side of the leaders head, cracking the visor before the first retalitory strike was given.
And one that cost him his scouter. The kick had come out of nothingness it seemed. He felt the wind, heard the sound, and felt the instant crush and cracking of the scouters casing before he felt his head lean sharply to his right. Sending him in that direction as well. Hitting the ground he rolled and came up defensive out of instinct, in time to be met by the twins. He had judged them correctly. It was all he could do to deflect and block the onslaught that the two unleashed upon him in his current position. He couldn't find a way to gain his feet for several moments. But he did finally manage to jump to his feet after a double deflection that caused the twins to loose their balance for the briefest of moments. Of course all this time defending had given the leader time to regain his senses....and show his anger in how red his ears and face had become. He laughed at the sight, inciting even more anger from the big man and drawing more attacks from the twins. He had to rid himself of the twins first then. He began to study the attacks, the patterns as he moved around, deflecting and blocking attacks. Trying to find the best way in which to make his attack worth while and quick in this particular case. Though he didn't like quick.
He growled lightly as he found his plan of attack. But it was going to cost him. He left his right open for attack as he deflected a few attacks. The kick was hard and sharp to his ribs. Gritting his teeth his right arm moved instantly, gripping the leg. Allowing another kick to strike his back as he twisted to the right, driving his left elbow into the thigh of the warrior. He heard the pained scream, felt the snap of bone as the leg was effectivly broken. Twisting back to his left he was hit again with a right fist to the midsection. Loosing his breath he forced a small blast of energy into the face of the other twin. One crippled the other now blinded. And he backed off to rub some feeling back into his side and midsection. When the blinded twin lowered his hands to test his sight, he was given a powerful uppercut from Sake. Followed by a side kick to the right knee which broke under the force. " Now that the speed is gone...time to really cut loose. " He gave that dark grin and rushed in at the half blind twin. sliding into a hard thrust kick to the head, snapping it back with such force the neck was broken instantly. " One down...two left. " He turned, bringing his hands up catching the massive double fist that was coming down on him. " Well well, quick for a big guy aren't we. " He felt the strength and the power there. But he wasn't going to loose this fight. But right then he knew it was going to be a close fight.
He was leaning backwards under the pressure and strength of the large fighter. He grinned then and twisted to the right. Pushing the attack that direction while allowing him to bring his right knee up hard into the midsection of the warrior. And with that brief moment he hopped back to get some distance, to catch his breath. That was when he realized just how much of his strength had been sapped so quickly. It wasn't right...something was wrong. Shaking it off he rushed in once again. Matching blows with the big man. Neither gaining the advantage and each gave as good as they got. Though he did dodge when he felt the twin fire a energy weapon at him. Handheld cannon of sorts. It barely missed him and he felt the drain again. " Enough of this! " He jumped back and up. " Let's end this on a high note! " He drew his hands back charging his ki. He pushed his hands forward then, bowling ball sized orbs of energy formed and five were fired. Luckily both of the two were near each other. " Taste my Seismic Bombs! " He watched with glee as the big one stood infront of his injured comrad. What a sentimantal fool! But no matter. The orbs struck home and the destruction and pain he heard from the attack was sweet music to him.
Everyone there heard the bones breaking, the cries of pure agony and suffering. A bluish red fluid came from the big warrior as everything internal was damaged to the extreme. His eyes rolled back and he fell. Leaving his cripple comrade to catch the next five bombs. The result was the same. Once it was over he landed and noticed the armor itself in the hands of the big man. There had been some means of draining built into them but could only be done during physical contact. The fight would have ended badly for him if he had continued to play hand to hand. He knew his last attack wasn't very strong at all. But just enough to cause a slow painful death to the last fighter. He breathed heavily and slowly. Then he turned and left the arena, collected his winnings and found him a place to bath and eat. AFterwards he returned to the ship upon departure time. He watched the planet fade away in the port hole window of his quarters. Next stop......Earth.