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Post by Zucceta on Jun 16, 2015 17:10:07 GMT
The time had come.
Zucceta sat on the sidewalk in Radittsu district. Many of the saiyans passing glanced at her curiously, wondering if they were recognizing her correctly. She sat on the street, tapping two messages into her scouter. The first was a request to the young noble, Luffa, to join her in Radittsu.
The second was a command for Hitora to join her in Radittsu to begin his training.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2015 17:57:34 GMT
[HEAVY WEIGHTS ON]
It didn’t take very long for the message to reach Hitora’s ears. He was in the ship, in his room that he’d been in the whole time they travelled to Vegeta. He really didn’t know why they had left to go here and he really didn’t care all he wanted was to start his training that Zucceta had promised him back on Earth some time ago. After receiving the message Hitora got out of his bed and pulled on his clothes, he then walked from the innards of the ship, the planet felt a bit different than Earth. There was a slightly different scent in the air; the sky seemed to be perpetually in sunset at least compared to Earth. Hitora then let his Ki build around him as he stood on the ramp about half way down it. He then took off like a rocket except faster. Hitora felt the alien wind on his face, and then remembered that this isn’t truly alien, he was born on this planet but yet had never seen it once in his life, no this might have been his birth place but it wasn’t his home. His home was the planet he took over years ago, Kirito, sure he might not be wanted by its people but it was his home and he knew full well that it was where he would return when he conquered the universe; it would be his throne world.
After a short flight, Hitora was nearing the place where the message said to go to and he descended into the city. He then walked up to Zucceta, the supposed new queen, and said “You called me Your Highness?” The sarcasm was very real in the ‘Your Highness” part, he really didn’t care about her title nor her place in the universe, in fact the only thing that he wanted from her was to be trained now, to be an even stronger fighter than he was currently and Zucceta had promised some time ago that she would train him, however she had yet to start and now she was claiming to start the training now at such a random point now. Hitora was wearing his usual blue Gi and blue pants with dark blue boots that had red trim along them tied with a yellow strap. Keeping his Gi shirt closed was a white belt, finally on each of his wrists were a pair of blue sweatbands.
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 16, 2015 19:08:18 GMT
(Heavy Weights On) (Thread PL: 9786 (With Heavy Weights: 2,447))
Luffa stamped out the broken skull with a few more hard kicks after the message from the Queen blazed across his scouter. The nerve of the woman, thinking to call upon him like he was some courtyard toadie! There had been no messenger, no formal request. Luffa took the time to ki-obliterate the corpse of the unfortunate bandit that had thought to inconvenience him. His new heavier weights made him a larger target, as the savvy badland raider with power scouting technology thought him easier prey. They were mistaken, of course. The boy prince was every bit as deadly as he’d ever been. If anything, these weights drew out more ferocity from him, a challenge to constantly fight against and harshly overcome.
He pulled the six meter weighted cloak back around his shoulders, and found his attack ball, climbing into the open hatch. Blood still spattered across his glittering emerald aegis, but he didn’t deign to clean up. If she was going to interrupt him with improperly-crafted summons during his important work as a wasteland prince, then he wasn’t going to follow protocol either. “Bring me to Radditsu.” He told the pod’s computer, imputing the coordinates, lights flickering in response across the glowing control board, lighting his face in alternating tones of red and blue.
The pod hatch sealed with a hiss, and the ball spun into the air, shooting off towards the Capital at its atmospheric limit. “Perhaps she’s going to appoint me as her royal jester. Or maybe I’ll be made the official toilet cleaner of the Palace.” Luffa complained sullenly to himself.
The attack ball made quick time, and it wasn’t long before he arrived and landed at the given coordinates. It was some dirty and scum-traveled thoroughfare of Radditsu, of course. The lowborn Queen probably felt more comfortable in her natural surroundings. Zucceta might be the infamous Lady Death, and a legendary Super Saiyan, and he would serve her for those reasons, but it didn’t mean he had to like her darkling, blackguardly ways. The pod opened with a cloud of cold vapor, and Luffa stepped out into the pink haze of Vegetan daylight. A small crowd was gathering.
“I’m here. Sorry for the wait, I’ve been very busy protecting the Empire from the constant tide of barbarian sludge that batters our wasteland shores and destroying the flotsams of obscurity from which they come.” He said, a distasteful expression barely hidden on his childish face. He gave Zucceta a stiff bow and glared at the other Saiyan in immediate attendance. It was some brigand-looking bastard in alien clothes. “What planet are those clothes from? Let me guess -- Crapheap Nine, and you’re its ambassador.” He said acidly. He didn’t bother to scout any of them. Using his scouter had been a maddening experience, of late.
“The Queen calls, and her loyal subjects answer.” Luffa said, folding his tightly-muscled arms across his gold-cloaked chest. The wind did nothing to stir it. He waited for a response, as still as his cloak.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2015 19:36:51 GMT
The small boy stepped out of his pod and approached himself and Zucceta, he spoke about dealing with scum in the badlands or some other crock. Hitora could only scoff a bit, the small child then insulted Hitora’s clothing which he laughed at, this little shit insulting his attire? “Really? Going to insult me and what I wear? What of you? What’s your excuse for your hideous attire? And really? Craphead nine? Best you could do? How old are you kid, go back to your mom you aren’t old enough to meet with the big kids now come back in a year or two.” Hitora then glanced at the small kid, reading his Power Level using his Ki Sense to try and feel out what this child’s Power Level was, he could only scoff it was a fraction of his. He could easily kill this child if he so desired to, but the blood of children was dull, Hitora never got the same enjoyment from killing kids as he did adults… “Go on, run back to mommy little boy before you get hurt or something.” Hitora then made a shooing motion with his left hand as if he didn’t care all that much about the child himself.
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 16, 2015 23:47:22 GMT
Luffa snickered. “Hideous attire? This armor is worth more than you and your whole sorry bloodline. Think you’re the first person to try to make fun of me because I’m young? It’s what idiots usually do, right before I kill them.” Luffa remarked, cracking his knuckles and the corded muscles at his neck before widening his stance. “Yes, I’m a child. I’m ten years old. Let’s see the ten year old version of you. What were you busy doing back then, eating bugs and learning how to talk? I’m ruling land and governing people. I wager I’ve busted more planets than you -- it tends to be an Elite’s specialty. And when I destroy a planetary population, I don’t get sentimental and bring their clothes back with me.” He said, an evil grin spreading on his face as he tagged him with his scouter and got back a manageable number.
>(8,400)<
“You think that you’re something special, because you have a high power level? I wonder how it will feel when you’re beaten by a mere child.” He said, a smoldering green kiai forming around him. His dark eyes shifted questioningly to Zucceta, but there seemed to be as of yet not move to stop him. Is that what this was? A test of will, a test of skill? Who could best serve the new Queen in some capacity? Well, Luffa wasn’t going to let some dirt-eater from Crapheap Nine take his rightful place at Lady Death’s side!
He let his kiai expand. “Haven’t you ever heard the phrase, looks can be deceiving?” He raised his hands in a fighting stance, his outer right hand slung at the elbow with his knuckles curled away from the palm, his inner left hand a tight fist. Luffa was a southpaw, and often used it to his advantage in fights. He slowly slid his boot across the ground. It was dusty enough, perhaps enough to fling some smoke in this lummox’s eyes.
He still waited for word from Zucceta, though. It would be bad form to fight without permission from the ruling monarch.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2015 0:33:37 GMT
Hitora couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit as the small child spoke of his meager accomplishments. He had fought bandits and thought that alone deemed him worthy of being a fighter, he felt that a device built by others worthy to test the strength of his betters. Hitora despised idiots like this child, he had warned him to run back to his mother while he still could and he didn’t listen to him. Hitora then slowly began to let his Ki Flare around him as he slowly untied the belt that held his Gi closed, he then spoke “You think you are elite because you blew up some worthless weaklings and planets full of weaklings…I feel sorry for you, blowing up a planet is easy, any fool could do it. When I was your age I was working on conquering a planet, the planet now belongs to me. You deem yourself to be an Elite or a Highborn because your father fucked some random whore and she popped you out, that’s not Elite nor Highborn, that’s purely luck anyone could have been born to those two and you could have been born to some worthless family…No, Elite is something you earn, Highborn is a title given to those destined to earn the honor of being an Elite.”
Hitora then slowly shrugged his Gi off his shoulders by rolling his shoulders as he did. He slowly let it come off of his body and then tossed it and his belt aside, when they hit the ground two small holes appeared around them, the metal of the Gi barely heard above the sound the ground made as it was crumbled beneath him, as he did so his Ki began to sky rocket. Hitora then gestured with his head towards Zucceta and said “She is the queen of Vegeta not because she was born to it, she is a Legendary Super Saiyan not because she was born with the blood of one. No, on both counts she earned it, she fought hard and trained hard, she might be a bitch, might even have the manners of an Andolian cock weasel, but she earned her place in life where as you go around claiming yourself better than all those who might be below you or those you feel you’re stronger than if you work a little bit. You sicken me boy, you had your chance to leave my sight, but you chose not to.
Now you shall learn why I am called the Black Behemoth.” Hitora then slowly peeled off the two sweatbands on his wrists and tossed them near his other clothing he had taken off. His Ink-like Ki then swelled around him and turned into a great if contained conflagration, threatening to burn those it touches, looking as if it had already consumed Hitora yet he dare not scream for fear of angering it. NO, he was in full control of his Ki, he had yet learned to suppress it and wore weights not only to train his body but to instead keep his Ki from destroying everything around him. Hitora’s full strength soon would become blatantly clear to the boy and if he continued to wear that scouter on his face, if it wasn’t the newest model or upgraded to scan Power Levels as high as his, it would likely explode on his face and cause him harm, but Hitora didn’t care anymore, this child had been given his chance and soon he would be taught his lesson. No, the child would not be killed, but he would instead be shown the error of his ways and learn to fear Hitora, fear him and pray he never anger the man again.
[PL = 33,601 - Heavy Weights OFF]
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 17, 2015 3:00:02 GMT
(scouters don’t really go boom anymore from reading big numbers (and spoiled Luffa's would certainly be high quality XD), but nice post )
Luffa responded to the simpleton’s words, “The manners of an Andolian cock weasel?” He chortled. “I’m glad you got to be so intimate with the Andolian wildlife as to be offended by their manners, you scum. I’m not quite sure what you meant by all of that, and perhaps you need a lesson in history. Elites are born, and you aren’t one. You never will be one.” When Hitora began to channel his pitch-dark ki, his energy peaking to a level over 30,000, Luffa’s expression grimly set. He raised himself on the balls of his feet. He could quadruple his fighting power by removing his weights, as this half-barbarian had seen fit to do, but that would only produce slightly less of a disparity than was already shown between them.
To truly impress the Queen, if that’s what this game was, the boy would have to show qualities that went beyond battle ratings. He’d have to show the true cunning of a Super Elite. Dropping your weights against an opponent that you already outmatched, as Hitora had done, was sloppy. Every good warrior knew you got more out of the exercise when you were under constant strain, and dropping your weights should come either when you’re hard pressed, or during the deathblow. Hitora either had no measure of his enemy’s inferiority, wasn’t confident in his superiority, or was a showoff. All flaws to be exploited. Luffa smirked as the black aura built around his foe. “Overkill might work on the defenseless worlds you and your peon littermates are used to ravaging, but no Elite on a siege world would burn his ki so quickly against a foe he readily outmatched. It leaves nothing in the tank for when the next wave of fighters come crashing against you.” The dual suns burned like bonfires in the sky, and the small fighter positioned his back to their bright glow. Even if someone was immensely strong in chi, they could make mistakes and die from them. Great power made no one immortal. He’d seen strong soldiers of the Empire killed when they slipped on ice, lost their footing on rocky ground in close combat, and while blinded by the daystars. “Ever heard of the Luffa Gorge? It’s a ten kilometer trench on the farthest Kuhnian fireworld. Guess how it got its name?” He asked with a snarl. “I’ll make that trench in your face.”
Still, he would not attack without the Queen's word. This was a test, one that might mean life or death, victory or defeat, fortune or misery. He would pass this test.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 17, 2015 8:05:14 GMT
Zucceta stands up as her wanna-be protege arrives in the slum district. She rolls her eyes at his sarcasm. It'd be so easy to punch the heart from his body in a flash of golden light, but he could still be useful to her. The remark ignored, she looks him up and down. "We'll need to set you up with some more traditional armour, if you're going to work with our empire."
And then Luffa arrives. Immature sardonicism seems to emanate from the young so-called 'super-elite'. Zucceta purses her lips to hide her amusement. She chuckles at the display beginning to unfold between a noble idiot and an idiot, musing about how easy it would be to simply dissect both of them in an instant.
Still, the way things were going, and with Luffa successfully pushing all of Hitora's buttons, she felt the need to step in.
She bounces up, her own power level flaring to its basal maximum, an impressive one-hundred and fifty thousand units. In the time of a lightning strike she moves between Luffa and Hitora, pushing both her arms out, ki charging in her organic arm, smoke and steam rising from her mechanical implement.
Her head rotates to Luffa. "Lesson one for the Prince; do not provoke those who could easily end your spoiled existence. You'll need to survive long enough for me to train you into becoming a worthy addition to my empire."
And then, to Hitora. "Lesson one for the timebomb; do not allow meagre taunts to break your nerve and focus. You'll become sloppy, regardless of power-level. And, oh, put your weights back on; you'll need them for today's session."
Provided her words reached the combatants to-be, she would drop her arms back down to her sides.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2015 18:32:54 GMT
Hitora grimaced at the so-called High Born Elite asshole kid as Zucceta stood betwixt them, her hands raised and her Ki charging in both her hands. He listened to her as she began to start their instruction. He walked over to where his clothes were and picked up the Gi top and slid his arms through the arm holes, then tied the white belt around his waist after he closed the two sides of the Gi again. He then picked up the two wrist bands and put them back on his wrists again. Hitora then looked at the little asshole, and said “So, where do we begin Zucceta?” Hitora then crossed his arms over his chest, his anger still on his face and pictures himself brutally beating the crap out of the the little snot, he would like nothing more than to beat the little snot senseless. Hitora then felt a stiff breeze push against him. There were strange things on this planet, many strange things like its perpetual sunset period, but the wind still felt the same for some weird reason. Hitora sighed, he just wanted to train, to get stronger and to eventually take over the universe, is that so wrong?
[HEAVY WEIGHTS ON...again]
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 18, 2015 4:34:19 GMT
Luffa smirked triumphantly as Zucceta stepped in, warding them off with her warning stance. He’d won the first exchange, that much was clear. He bowed his head graciously at Zucceta’s critique of his needling. It just proved how effective he was at undermining the simpleton’s emotions. It was child’s play, really, even for an Elite of Luffa’s age. Distorting the enemy’s perception and emotion was a skill taught at a young age to the true Vegetan warriors. Perhaps this dark-chi channeling soldier could learn from it, before it killed him. He was also becoming increasingly pleased with his new monarch. Clearly, Lady Death was a Traditionalist in the correct sense of the word. The ogre would have to dress respectfully, and learn the meaning of discipline.
“I am a worthy addition, and I’m ready to do as you command, your Grace.” Luffa said neutrally, straightening from his combat stance. “What’s your name?” He asked Hitora, throwing up his chin in a slight nod of acknowledgement. “I’m Luffa, Lord and master of the Bone Moon.” He said, pride swelling in his child’s pitch.
While the training session was set forth by Zucceta, Luffa took a quick analysis of his opponent. Brash brute like that would likely try to destroy him right from the start. However, his anger was tempered by Zucceta’s orders. Luffa let his booted toes hover the fraction of a centimeter above the stone. If the savage tried to attack him, he’d at least be ready to quickly defend himself. A multitude of small advantages could, at times, offset a large one.
He just hoped there would be blood. A Setanian colorbird like the oaf here would certainly be an overripe target for such. Luffa imagined Zucceta flaring into her golden Super Saiyan form and reducing the idiot’s head into a bloody pulp. Luffa beamed a bright smile.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 18, 2015 9:20:07 GMT
Zucceta smiles and lowers her arms to her sides, before stepping backwards, allowing the two a clear pathway to do battle on. Several by-passers glance over curiously; most continue about their business as usual. This was, after all, Radittsu.
Firstly, she glances at Luffa. "It is my desire to make you a stronger warrior, so that you may die historic under my regime in this Solar Empire. If that is an agreeable proposal, then we shall continue."
She glances to Hitora. "The two of you will fight, and attempt to use your respective strengths against one another efficiently. I will attempt to spot flaws in form and tactic. This is preliminary, before I can teach you anything personally, perhaps a session for a later date."
And with that, she throws her right hand into the air, sending a ki blast into the sky, fizzling and exploding. "BEGIN!"
(taking a 'spectator' rule, posting at interludes, but don't wait on my post order)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 19:12:30 GMT
The instant the ki blast that Zucceta had fired into the sky had fizzed out Hitora was off. He wasted no time rushing the child. Hitora had no plans to hold back or show mercy, that was unbefitting a Saiyan. He started out easy to gauge his opponent’s strength, throwing a few light punches, a jab here and there and flowing effortlessly into a roundhouse kick. The attacks were all aimed at the boy’s head to see how he reacted to those, when Hitora felt like he had settled the boy into a good rhythm he changed it up by blasting a few high powered Ki blasts towards his chest. Some would say that this much force being exuded upon a child was overkill, but he also knew that showing mercy in front of Zucceta would only serve to end his own existence that much faster. Mercy was for the weak, weak-willed, weak of heart, the weak of spirit or perhaps just the weak of mind. Hitora was none of these things and would prove it by showing this child who was truly in charge here. Hitora then aimed to smash him in the face with a solid punch towards his mid stomach.
HEAVY WEIGHT PL - 8,400 Flurry of melee attacks several Ki blasts fired
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 22, 2015 17:33:47 GMT
Luffa listened to Zucceta’s instructions intently, nodding as he cracked his knuckles. As soon as the signal flare of ki popped, he threw himself backwards, correctly guessing Hitora would attempt to quickly overwhelm him. Although his initial shots were merely probing fists, Luffa’s eyes went wide from their incredible speed. He slalomed his head, weaving his shoulders to dodge the blows, one managing to glance across his mouth despite his efforts, leaving a trickle of blood down his lip. The roundhouse kick was too fast for him to dodge, and though he attempted to parry it with a hastily raised forearm, the crushing strength of the blow threw him hard to the side. Hitora was relentless in his assault.
When the trio of ki blasts sped outward towards him, Luffa flung his weighted clothing over him, fanning the broad golden material away from his body as he infused it with ki. The popping fireballs ignited his cloak and sent him reeling back, but he managed to avoid the majority of their bite while charging a counterstrike of his own.
This he hid by the fan of his cloak, and when he unfurled it with a flourish he sent the bulb of white ki rocketing towards Hitora as he came forward for a punch to his midsection. The fist connected with his chest, knocking the breath from him and cracking a rib. Luffa’s eyes bulged as spit and blood spewed from his gasping mouth as he hung on that striking limb. Instead of reeling back further, Luffa threw his six-meter cloak high and forward, seeking to blind the stronger and faster fighter with the weighted cloth while he swiveled down between his legs, positioning his much smaller body behind Hitora, just at his back between his shoulders while he reached up to grab the arcing hem of his cloak.
If the maneuver worked, Hitora would be stuck against the fabric, with the prince on his back. Luffa locked his legs around the back of his waist and delivered a blast of ki from his screaming mouth, aiming the beam right against his unarmored spine, hoping to increase the force of the attack by keeping his enemy in place with the grapple. He tightened his grasp on the cloak. The material could certainly tear, but he wasn’t worried. He had several spares in his wardrobe.
(Zucceta @hitora posted, sorry for the wait ) (Shot a mouth-wave at Hitora, trying to grapple him from behind while blinding him and preventing him from blocking with a tangle of his super-long cloak)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2015 20:27:40 GMT
Hitora smirked as the cloak flew over him; he quickly moved leaving only a shadow of himself in the space. It was an Afterimage, a new move he’d figured out how to use. It was a simple technique where the user moved at a speed fast enough that they left an exact duplicate of themselves standing still, however this only worked for quick glances for if someone really looked they would notice that the one standing in front of them was see-through. However, Hitora hoped that the simple illusion caused by his speed would buy him a moment or two. Hitora wasn’t going to waste any of his good Ki attacks in this fight, that would be entirely too pointless and silly. He then charged forwards, towards the back of the boy, his Ki Flaring up once again. When he was within striking distance, Hitora lashed out once more, this time throwing out numerous punches and kicks in small combos. Each punch and kick were heavy, capable of breaking the bones of someone had they landed. Though this wasn’t all he did, every once in a while he would throw in the combo of a roundhouse kick and a blast of Ki energy; he had the power to waste.
Hitora was accustomed to fighting like this, a wild creature that had been cornered. Even when he so clearly was the obvious winner he still fought as if he was caught and about to lose his life. No, he’d heard of what allowing yourself to feel confident in a fight tended to lead to, so instead he treated each fight like it was the one that would send him to Hell. Hitora refused to kowtow so easily to anyone as to let them get the upper hand on him and kill him; even with Zucceta he had no plans to stay weaker than her for the rest of his life. No, he would grow stronger and one day take everything she held dear. Namely the Saiyan Solar Empire, he would become its King from which he would launch his conquest of the known universe, this was his ambition, this was his goal and he would not allow some snot nosed child to stand in his way. As he thought this, Hitora’s attacks would become more brutal, more savage, more unrefined yet powerful. He was strong yes, however his fighting was unrefined and too controlled by his emotions.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2015 9:00:29 GMT
((I know my account is deleted on here, just continue this post here is JUST so I get notifications on this thread again.))
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