Sorrel
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Post by Sorrel on Jan 17, 2014 8:17:20 GMT
Two young Saiyans, both nineteen years of age, stood just about one meter a part from each other with their tails restlessly swaying behind them in anticipation. While their Saiyan appendages danced around freely the rest of their bodies remained completely inert. The two were brothers, twins more specifically, and shared the same face as a result. Although differences had kept them apart for years, they saw eye-to-eye at that moment and stood before each other with the same intent. The person before them that was wearing their face needed to be taken down. While their reasons for such a feeling differed, they both had unintentionally agreed in their mind that they would settle it in this single encounter. All that separated them was a meter. Well, a meter and years of conflicting emotions.
“Begin!” The loud voice came from their father, Ascal, who was acting as the official witness to the fight. The older Saiyan was standing off to the sideline with almost as much anticipation for the fight as his sons. Standing beside him was his mate, Sharlot, who seemed to hold more apprehension towards the inevitable battle than anticipation. Even if Saiyans were more emotionally detached than most sapiens the instincts of a mother was something present even in the most primal of species and Sharlot could not bear to see her sons kill each other. After all, the circumstances of the match meant it was much more than a friendly spar. To the left was Fennel, an elite who was pushed by Ascal all of his life to be considered worthy of being his son. To the right was Sorrel, a low-class who was overshadowed all of his life for being born the weaker of the two.
Still, even with so much build up, neither of the brothers moved at their father's beckon to start the fight. Nineteen years of hostility had all boiled down to this single moment and somehow, with more than the little patience Saiyans were known for, they managed to hold out for another five minutes of simply staring at each other. The only thing that kept their parents from questioning whether or not something was wrong was the fact that the tension began to soak the air, perhaps from the steady rising of their power levels. Finally, Sorrel managed a smirk. He didn't move a single muscle in his body except for whatever was needed to change his facial expression, and it was all of the motion that he needed to get a response out of his brother. Fennel responded with an arched eyebrow at first before both of his eyes narrowed in contempt.
“Do you find something amusing, brother?” questioned Fennel in a tone that almost reflected just how annoyed he felt. He recognized the face that his brother wore and what the look in his eyes indicated. It was a look of defiance and arrogance, one that showed Sorrel's refusal to acknowledge Fennel as the stronger of the two. As if that hadn't added enough fuel to the fire, Fennel found his scouter to be even more of a nuisance. According to his scouter, his brother's power level was on par with his own. No, it even surpassed his by around ten. Fennel's eyes widened in disbelief before he swiftly ripped the piece of technology off of his ear and crushed it in the palm of his hand. He wouldn't even give Sorrel a chance to respond to his earlier question as his body dissipated into a mist while he lunged forward at an intense speed.
Sorrel, on the other hand, chuckled at his brother's reaction. After all, this was what he spent most of his life working toward. It was why he always put himself in unnecessary danger in all of his missions to return to Vegeta in a bloody mess. While he should've died each time, his willpower allowed him to make it back home. Not to see his family again or for the sake of continuing to be a contribution to the empire, but solely in spite of his brother. Every time he avoided the grave, Sorrel would return one step closer to his brother's power. Finally, his suffering had paid off. But it wasn't enough. Sorrel wanted more, to rub his brother's nose into just how much effort it took to attain such power as opposed to being born with it. So, just as Fennel's body had vanished into high speed displacement, so would Sorrel's.
Fennel, having been the first to move, also ended up being the first to attack. His clenched his right fist and fully extended the arm attached to it, aiming to punch his brother in the face. It was as basic as a basic attack could get, but there was a little resentment he had for sharing a face with someone he considered unworthy. Sorrel responded with his left fist, mirroring his brother's punch easily. The two would collide and both blows would land simultaneously, though neither flew backwards as the other partially hoped for. Instead they stood frozen at the exact center of where they had both started with their fists implanted into each other's cheek. Fennel was infuriated at the thought of only managing a stalemate in the first display of power, while Sorrel was thoroughly amused. He was so amused that his mouth curled into a smirk once more, something that Fennel caught sight of.
“Dammit... Dammit!” roared Fennel in complete frustration before retreating back a step. He would kick off the ground once more and charge at his brother again, this time intent on more than just a single punch. Sorrel mimicked the retreat and re-entry maneuver just as well as he had mirrored his brother's punch. This time, however, Fennel went for a knee-strike to his brother's stomach, while Sorrel retaliated with an elbow to Fennel's face. Once again they would retreat and jump back into it, trading blows slowly for a good five minutes before finally entering a furious gridlock of punches and kicks. Ascal's mouth fell agape as he watched his sons fight it out, realizing that they had actually surpassed him. To him, their limbs were flying at each other at an almost untraceable speed. Without long, the two would begin lifting off of the ground while maintaining their exchange of blows and the sound of each moment of contact echoed throughout the room.
The exchanges would continue for just about ten minutes before Sorrel finally decided to change things up a bit. Just as Fennel's next hit connected with his brother's body, he found himself slipping through a mirage and the real Sorrel appeared behind him. Raising both hands above his head and clenching them together, he would smirk as he hammered Fennel into the ground. Sorrel's body slowly descended as well, though he knew better than to assume he had won with just that. His arms folded across his chest as his tail whipped around behind him, waiting for his brother to stand once more. A frantic roar echoed from Fennel's position and like thunder to lightning his body soon followed. He exploded into a dash towards Sorrel, blindsiding him with an uppercut and then proceeding to pound as hard and as fast as he could before hammering him into the ground in a manner similar what he had received moments before.
“How dare you even act like you hold a candle to me. I'm the stronger of us. You're nothing but low-class trash! You don't have any real power.” Although Fennel was berating his brother, he was more-so trying to convince himself that he was right. That there was no way his brother could be equal to him, let alone surpass him. But Fennel was much more arrogant than his brother, and actually expected to have sealed his victory with that single out burst. Of course Sorrel would only tremble in the hole he had dug himself into and think about what he had done! Not quite. Much to Fennel's surprise and further frustration came the loud protest of his brother in the form of a battle cry. An instant later, Fennel found Sorrel's fist etched into his face. Several more followed until Sorrel finally seized his brother by the collar of his armor and shook him. Fury boiled within his eyes to the point that tears began to stream down his face.
“Shut the hell up--!! Power? You don't know real power. Real power is power that you suffered to get, not some petty gift from birth--,” roared Sorrel before he interrupted himself by punching his brother in the face. “Real power? I'll show you the pain I've suffered and then you'll understand real power.” Just as Sorrel was about to deliver one more punch to his brother's face, Fennel would react instantly by catching it. He would then pull himself forward, headbutting Sorrel so hard that he was forced to release his hold. The two hovered back until they were once again a meter a part, and the staring contest began once more. However, this one wouldn't even last a full second. They had both aired their feelings and it seemed that the time to talk was over and the only way to prove their feelings was with their fists. They charged at each other once more, and entered into another fierce gridlock of blows.
Each strike from one to the other was parried or returned. The cluster comprised of their bodies hovered back and forth as the upper hand shifted between the two siblings. This carried on until one final exchange of punches to the face caused them to pause once more. The tears in Sorrel's eyes had faded and the frustration on Fennel's face had also subsided and only bruised joy could be seen on either of the two. Their exchange of blows had related their feelings to each other, and they already resolved that they were evenly matched. The goal was no longer to prove who was right or wrong, but to see who really was the strongest. They separated once more to their starting position before jumping away twice. Ki gathered within both of their hands before the two entered into a blasting contest. This time, instead of punches and kicks, they hurled ki blasts at each other in barrage-like fashion.
The constant colliding of blasts kicked up a cloud of dust that obscured their vision, but suddenly the sound of energy warfare ceased. Both had decided that since the barrage failed the next best bet was a finisher blast with the rest of their energy. Fennel raised a hand and began to gather his ki around it, forming it into his Sharpe Javelin technique. Sorrel lowered his hand and formed his ki into his Defiant Lance. Rather than hurl the blasts however, the two took advantage of the unique nature of their finishers. Both had designed them to not only be ranged, but usable as a greatly enhanced strike. That, and they didn't have the strength to accurately discharge such concentrated blasts and expect them to accurately hit. Instead the two worn warriors staggered toward each other before winding up one last time and slamming their ki enhanced hand into the opposing twin's face, causing one final explosion.
Shhhhhhhhhh
Sorrel opened his eyes upon feeling the familiar turbulence that only came into effect during a landing. He had been meditating on his fight with his brother ever since he departed Vegeta. After all, it had opened his eyes to a lot of things that revolved around his resentment towards his brother. He came to realize that, just how his pride was in attaining power in-spite of being born a low-class, his brother's pride came from being born an elite and maintaining his power. He misunderstood their sibling rivalry as a personal vendetta, when it was really just them validating what they held as their Saiyan pride. An almost disgustingly warm feeling overcame Sorrel as his space pod opened up to release him upon the Earth. Then that warm feeling would suddenly be drowned out by a cold rush, and Sorrel would fall back into his space pod while frantically tapping around the computer.
“W-what the hell kind of beings are Earthlings to be able to live in such a cold climate?” Sorrel arched a brow, remember hearing tales of humans being relatively similar to Saiyans in composition, albeit lacking in strength and a tail. His computer soon revealed that he had landed in the North Pole, and that a few thousand miles south would provide him with a more moderate climate. He gathered his energy, sighing as he opened his pod a second time and braced himself for a venture through the blistering cold. Upon darting out of the pod Sorrel would be surprised to find that his own ki did well at keeping him warm. What confused him was how strange the planet seemed. It seemed to be nearing sunset by his body, but the closer he flew toward warmth the lower the sun sat. Perhaps he had never noticed the phenomenon on Vegeta because he never really left his home to explore the entire planet.
The next thing that stuck out to Sorrel was the abundance of water. In fact, it seemed like the Earthlings might have been an aquatic species. Soon, however, he came upon his first encounter with city lights. While the night time had greatly enhanced the aura of city life on Earth, Sorrel couldn't help but be slightly amazed at the site before him. While Earth may have had generally weaker inhabitants its city structure was certainly nothing laugh at. Sorrel stopped in his tracks to admire the view, only to realize that he felt substantially lighter. Landing ever-so slowly onto the ground, the young Saiyan began rolling his right arm to test his flexibility and found himself concluding that Earth's gravity was much lighter than that of Vegeta. A childish grin formed on his face before he erupted into laughter, causing the late-night walkers to stare at him as they passed by though Sorrel was completely oblivious to it. Then his stomach growled violently.
“Hngh, hopefully their food tastes as good as their civilization looks. ”
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 20, 2014 12:16:43 GMT
2320 PL rewarded for this...
1200 starting PL, 3520 PL overall!
Welcome to the site, Dragon.
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