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Post by Reikiko on Jul 19, 2015 14:28:51 GMT
Initially she had thought to simply step backwards and retreat into the shadows, yet it was the comment of a curiously colored Saiyan that was feasting near one of the tables that had made her stop in her tracks. The confident stride as the lass approached her made Reikiko assume two potential situations: Either she was incredibly confident, or the number one fool of this planet.... likely both. The words that were spoken caused the Homunculus her eyes to narrow slightly, the tension of her serious gaze accompanied by her stern expression likely conveying her intentions even before she spoke. She should have expected that there would be some among them who would have considered her disposable. In the end most of the Saiyan population shared that smug attitude where they believed themselves to be superior to all others.
"It seems your ears are a bit stuffed right now 'little Youkai', if I were to leave, and robo boy went to Vegeta.... even the one Supah Saiyajin still on this planet would be incapable of besting him in battle. Of course I'd love nothing more than to call him to this planet... if you wish for the ensuing battle to obliterate the very planet you live on by forcing me to unleash my full power to even the odds."
Her tone was hardened, cold even as she seemed to suggest she had seen past the oddly-colored Saiyan her disguise. Not only had she never heard of a blond-haired Saiyajin before, but her ability to sense a person's soul easily told her that the soul within that pretty vessel was far from that of a Saiyan... No it was something far more devious and possibly sinister than that.
Yet when Radasha, or Kaula's mother as she had memorized the identity of the Saiyajin stepped forwards to pretty much provide a statement of her own Reikiko couldn't help but find herself mentally cringe in annoyance. The term Alien girl, while likely not spoken in an attempt to ridicule or offend her still sounded like that usual smug Saiyan attitude where anything that wasn't a Saiyan was considered a 'filthy alien'. She had a name for her species, and she really wished people would start to remember it.
However, it seemed her mood was soon going to brighten a little in one of the least expected ways possible. One of the Saiyans, a male whose name had been unfamiliar to her spoke with a certain respect and humility she had not expected in a Saiyajin, and it was a pleasant difference from the usual attitude. She closed her eyes for a moment when she finally spoke, her tone a bit softer than before.
"A showing of humility and the awareness of when to show respect to those who are currently your betters as a warrior. You intrigue me Saiyajin, so let me reward you by revealing something interesting."
She paused for a bit, her eyes slowly opening as her crimson eyes shifted toward the blonde-haired lass that has spoken before. It was very likely her words might end up causing an unexpected impact in the mood but perhaps it would be for the better.
"You doubt whether I know the secrets of the Supah Saiyajin... Then let me tell you a story only a handful of Saiyajin know: It's the tale of the battle where the first Supah Saiyajin of this generation appeared... and got bested. His name was Athren, a pure-blooded Saiyajin who came to Earth for reasons known only to him. To skip the boring parts of the story: He revealed himself to be the possessor of this legendary power that until recently was considered a myth among your people. The interesting part? During the battle where he appeared: The siege on West Capitol... I devoured him."
Her eyes narrowed as she stated those words as a matter of fact.
"To the conqueror goes the spoils, while your queen intends to obtain her own 'spoils' in her war with the Arcosians, I took the Supah Saiyajin's secrets as my own as the price of my victory. Curiously enough back then the Supah Saiyajin fought as an equal with the robo boy, who is now at least three times as strong as he was during that battle. Now the reason behind this little tale: By devouring the first Supah Saiyajin I learned of secrets... secrets even your own people didn't know. The largest secrets being: First, a Saiyajin with potential, at a high enough level of strength can be forced into becoming a Supah Saiyajin given the right 'motivation'. The second being... that there is a way to transcend even that limit. Let us say that my own body follows a similar pattern. Without those wings of mine you could say that I'm at my base, like a regular Saiyajin. However, in my current form I am akin to a Supah Saiyajin who mastered their transformation... If I were to fight the robo boy I would likely need to unleash the restrains of my power and ascend into... let's call it 'Supah Saiyajin two'."
She finally turned around, her gaze focusing onto the male Saiyan who had spoken before.
"If you still desire training: Find me after this little 'party'. I'll see for myself whether you possess the potential...."
And with those words she finally prepared to properly leave the spot she had been standing at. How would those people react, knowing that the one helping them in their defense had been strong enough to devour a Super Saiyan? While she was walking back toward the shadows, seemingly wanting to blend into the scenery by leaning backwards against a wall, her wings folding up around her the Homunculus couldn't help but wonder whether it was a good idea for her to be here. If she didn't knew better it might had all been according to Zucceta's plan, and if there was one thing she disliked... then it was being manipulated into a pawn of someone's game.
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Post by Zuni on Jul 19, 2015 14:59:07 GMT
'Zerli' laughed out loud when the mention of a specific number came to light; one hundred thousand. She didn't know the measurement system in details for this era, but she was fairly certain that a power level of one hundred thousand was out of reach of all but a very select crop of fighters. As though a random room full of saiyans would all have the capability to get that high! The average Saiyan barely had a power level of a thousand; the elites were lucky to get much more than ten times that.
A hundred times? It was possible - Zucceta and Vennel had proven that, to her knowledge, but it just seemed like a fancier way of saying only the destined could manage it. That was a comforting thought to try and hold onto. If every saiyan on the planet could reach the power of Super Saiyan, she might as well just pack the whole thing in and return to Hell until this kais-forsaken age passed.
She does listen as Reikiko tells her story, and by the end of it, she's rolling her eyes. "Right, so, the first Super Saiyan in a thousand years didn't come from Vegeta at all, it came from some backwater planet and was eaten by you. THAT seems likely."
She shakes her head again. "Now look. I'm not saying Kaula should leave. Deputy Vice-Queen is a time-honoured and NOBLE tradition which must be kept up if we're not going to be a laughing stock... but if you're not a coward, Bird Lady, you should be out there, testing your strength against Virtual Koi. I don't believe for a minute that a bucket of bolts can match the might of the Saiyan Solar Empire, I think you're just using this as an excuse to stay close to the throne, because you like the butt sat on it!"
With that, Zerli turned her back on Reikiko, and swung her fuzzy tail from side to side as she began to saunter away. One hand waves loosely as she does, eyes closed... but Zuni being Zuni, the disguised demon couldn't help but keep pushing her luck; it is, after all, in her nature.
"You stay here and get ground to dust by Vegeta's newest power couple, Aspa Bloodbum. I've got a BETTER idea. You don't beat a Saibaman by dousing 'em in acid, and you don't beat a warbot by taking it on in war. If this robo-fish comes all the way out here to try and blow us up, you guys just stay out of my way. I didn't come back to Vegeta just to see it blown to pieces because you and your Homunculus there don't know how to solve a problem without punching it in the face! I'm sure as hell not going to waste my time chasing a legend that probably isn't even possible for me, or anyone else in this room!"
Well. 'Probably'. Of course, Zuni KNOWS it isn't possible for her to become a super saiyan; it'd be rather worrying if it was, all things considered, but she also knows there's more than one way to take a monkey's tail. She'd never fought a fair fight in all her life, not when she could cheat... why in the name of Beezlebub would she start now?
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Post by Natto on Jul 19, 2015 21:21:21 GMT
Radasha chuckled a bit before starting speaking. She mentioned that in all of the super saiyans that appeared so far, she noticed a sort of pattern: they all had a power level around that of 100.000, which was a quite impressive mark on itself. She thought that the threshold was somewhere around that level of power, but was still unsure about the other conditions or triggers to unlock the transformation into the legendary warrior, who was supposed to be the strongest on the universe, but as of now had been defeated quite a fair amount of times, which made Natto feel completely uneasy, as he folded his arms, breathing deeply as he looked at the people on the room. Following that, she spoke her opinion, saying that she would rather the alien girl not to engage Vi-Poi, and for the rest of the saiyans to train, with the goal of becoming super saiyan before the android could come to Vegeta, and that she was completely against going to Earth.
Rose, on the other hand, seemed quite concerned about things, after Radasha spoke of earth and its situation and spoke her mind. On her opinion, numbers didn’t mean much and the main point was that unless they had some serious sort of mysterious training to make, they wouldn’t stand a chance against the freaking android, since he was powerful enough to bust planets out of the blue and most of the inhabitants of Planet Vegeta were so weak that they would only be cannon fodder if a battle took place here, against that villain. She had a point, but so did Radasha. Things were getting heated up.
As response, Kaula broke her fake crown, catching the attention of the young saiyan that stared at her immediately. She looked around and stopped her stare at Natto for a bit, making the young saiyan to blush. ”Why is she looking at me?!” he asked himself, as he couldn’t yet get what was inside her mind. After that, she answered someone’s question and tossed her cape aside as she started charging her power, pretty must like the last time, when they sparred. ”She is transforming!” Natto exclaimed, while the golden aura flared al around her body, making her power level skyrocket absurdly. Her hair curled upwards and her green eyes became teal in color, which were some sort of pattern all super saiyans seemed to follow. With the transformation, came the roar with a statement that Natto could agree on. ”To know our own limits…” his expression became thoughtful. Following that, she began to explain that androids were quite a stealthy kind, since they couldn’t be sensed or detected by scouters. She also mentioned that she was weaker than he was when they first battled against each other and that the android was now much stronger.
Finally, Kaula began to explain a little more about the transformation’s requirements, pointing out that training wasn’t enough on its own to unlock the transformation, much to Natto’s frustration, as he showed by sighing deeply. One needs something that triggers it, something intense, and then she spoke a sort of intriguing sentence, that made Natto arch one of his eyebrows. ”She is hiding something…” he thought to himself, feeling a little bit bitter, since he was training hard in order to become a super saiyan two, and now was quite uncertain if he would be capable of that.
He got even angrier when she mentioned the Great Ape transformation and that she could help them try to control it, but would cut the tails of the one’s unable to get a grip upon themselves on that monstrous form. Natto was completely against cutting a saiyan’s tail off, as he felt it was outrageous, before finishing her speech by saying that she wouldn’t force anyone to fight against the android were him to come.
After Kaula, Aspa spoke in a quite humble tone, which impressed Natto. He requested training. He also spoke some beautiful words that made Natto speechless, as he would have never ever expected those words to come out of the blue battle-suited saiyan. He proceeded to speak about union, even among those who disliked each other, making Natto sigh and lower his eyes, as he had been training mostly by himself and not helping others. He was being sort of selfish and Aspa was being the selfless one there, which made the young saiyan to feel ashamed. Finally he asked who was with him, and Natto gulped, feeling some nervousness inside him.
Before he could answer, though, Reikiko spoke, mentioning the risk of her leaving the planet would be. After that she complimented Aspa’s humble attitude and decided to share something about the super saiyans. Then she spoke about the first super saiyan to appear on this era, a saiyan from earth called Athren and that she devoured him, which shocked Natto so much he choked, coughing a little bit after that, covering his mouth with one hand. ”What did she say?!” he asked himself, completely surprised and terrified by that statement, but she continued to speak. She said that saiyan with potential can be pushed to transform with the right motivation and that there was a way to transcend a regular super saiyan, which was even more impressive, and then she also spoke about some sort of “super saiyan two”, which made no sense at all. ”What the hell is going on here?!” Natto looked around, as if he was looking from answers, but he knew he wouldn’t find any.
Lastly, the blond girl spoke too in a mocking way. She was trying to convince Kaula to engage Vi-Poi in a fight, as a super saiyan was supposed to be stronger and stuff, and after that she spoke to Reikiko, claiming that no one was able to become a super saiyan in that room, making Natto angrier. He had enough, he wasn’t good around people, since he had spent most of his life abroad, being a planet conqueror with no friends of family, and Zuni pissed him off enough.
– Shut up! – he said to Zuni. – You are annoying! And you are just sowing discord! Aspa is right! I hate that murderous jerk, but he is right!! – he roared, clenching his fists. – To engage Virtual Poi now would mean suicide and our planet, our race, would be obliterated as it had been once, a long time ago! I cannot allow that! I’m training as hard and as intense as I can to become stronger! I’ll give my life to the Saiyan Solar Empire gladly, as I don’t want anyone to die! – he paused, looking around at everybody. – I’ve been training by myself most of the times… I learned to strength my tail and control my Great Ape form by myself… And I’m willing to share all the knowledge that I acquired with everyone! But! – he said, pointing his finger at Kaula. – I won’t allow you to cut anyone’s tail! That’s absurd! If it comes to that, I’ll transform and knock any rampaging Ape out, but you will not amputate our prideful limb! – he roared to the commander of the saiyans, before looking at Reikiko. – As for you! I already hate you for killing a saiyan, but we are in a dire situation and we cannot chose allies! I will do whatever is needed to be of use to our empire! If you are someone capable of helping and willing to do so, I’ll, just like Aspa, follow your directions! However… I’ll not tolerate any abuse towards our kind! The saiyans already suffered enough due to trusting filthy alien scum! And I truly hope you are not into that category! – he snorted, as he heavily breathed.
He wasn’t quite good with words and debating with people, but he had to speak his mind. Word Count: 1316
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Post by Radasha on Jul 20, 2015 2:13:25 GMT
Radasha listened to the others speak, eyes moving from speaker to speaker. She was ready to get to training, already boring of the talking. Most of them stating their opinions on the matters, disagreements, etcetera. Rei's admittance to devouring a saiyan did not get much reaction from her. It happened off world and didn't seem to have anything to do with the SSE as a whole so she didn't care. She didn't doubt the alien girl could defeat and eat a super saiyan with her power. Hell that was probably the only reason she was allowed to wander around like she had. No one wanted to take that sort of power on. As for Radasha, the being was a friend of Kaula's apparently and the elite would at least tolerate the girl's presence if she happened to accompany Kaula to Radasha's home. She didn't even really hate Rei. She just felt uneasy around the...whatever she was. She eyed her as Kaula began speaking, only for her attention to suddenly snap to her daughter.
What did she say? Cut off Saiyan's tails. Natto expressed outrage at the idea and she had to agree, stepping over to her daughter and looking her in the eye. "He's right. I don't care how powerful you are now or the position Zucceta gave you, I don't want you cutting off Saiyan tails. You should know better than to even suggest it. You and Natto can knock out any Oozaru beyond control. You can take the training far enough away from the capital that we don't get attracted by it. There's enough options to consider besides that," she said, crossing her arms, her stare hardening. "And I'll be damned if I allow my own daughter to cut MY tail off..." she growled.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 1:00:28 GMT
Rose steps back and away from the crowd herself, she had already given them her own opinion and was also pretty sure, if they cannot stop time, training before the android does get here is somewhat pointing, well, at least they’ll die stronger, right? Remaining quietly in the background while she smiles at their interaction; truly, the girl didn’t know Saiyans could also be this civilize about a problem that could more likely destroy the universe if not handled correctly though she rather not jump her horse here as yet, it could only be a short moment thing, anything can still happen in this building. The woman slightly tilted her head while watching the Golden inferno blazes brightly around her then following that up was the sudden gold hair change and finally the jade green eyes. This was the first time Rose had seem a super saiyan though she was not surprised or too amazed since it was only an hair and eye color change, nothing too major but at least, she knows that’s something that can be achieved if she worked hard enough.
Her eyes shifts towards Aspa as he asked for training, at that point she was questioning his saiyan pride, she expected his cocky attitude about it so she could not tell if he had understand that it was not going to get him far, he discard his pride overall to surpass his limits as well or was he completely out of character for god knows what reason. Now turning her attention to Reikiko about the situation as well, she was not going to lie, she started to believe this girl had a very Sadistic nature and a hatred for saiyans, much stronger than she would have expected someone hanging around saiyans to be but it was certainly strange to her that she had just told them she devoured an super saiyan before. She has no idea how strong a super saiyan could but nor the strength of this girl or how she devoured them so she never really question or care that much about it, “Super saiyan two..? Really? Guessing Super saiyan 3 and 4 are close behind that.”, she mocks rather silently to keep herself out of any type of trouble. Her eyes shifts towards Natto then Radasha waiting for them to make a comment but it seems she had forgotten about the blond hair saiyan that was in the room.
Completely zooming out, she stop listening as it seems to be everyone arguing about something and not trying to devise a strategy to fight against such a force. She questions how many time they truly have to training and question if she had enough time to power up herself via training so she could be of an assistance during the big fight, at least able to take one head on attack without dying from it. Thinking back on her recent hunt she remembers something that were on sale at the Bounty Hunter’s shop, a type of pills that quickly restore one’s stamina, Ki and wounds in an instant however it was also something that shouldn’t be used too often due to the side effect. Such a pill could be handy if she was able to take a hit from him, she could always take one then proceed to help again but a little more cautious than before. Indeed, she was already creating her battle tactics beforehand and also had her training session planned out. She may lack a transformation like the others however she could always keep a hold of her anger, train herself to control that rage and use it freely even if she’ll have a much shorter temper than she does now.
Sighing stressfully, she reaches up so she was able scratch the side of her head yet not too much to mess with her hair, her ears caught hold of an interesting statement she would have never expected an saiyan to say at all, something about ‘cutting off their tail’, this was certainly an engaging conversation for them to bring up that. She was safe from this tail removing wrath since she was an hybrid that was unfortunate or lucky enough to take the appearance of a human than a sayian meaning she lacks all saiyan physical traits, the only thing she had for an saiyan was her personality and her saiyan DNA to prove of her gens. Finally she heard what Natto had on his mind about the situation but it was something she didn't foresee him to say which seems like a personal problems.
“Murderer? I’m pretty sure most of us in this room are including yourself are murderers, calling out person on it doesn’t make much sense on your end.”
Tapping the tip of her booty against the ground again just because it was a little entertaining, she listens to what Natto long speech was about only to realize he was pouring out his emotions in it, not even the good kind, he was literally teaching them about his beliefs though it had seems he was also in denial during the speech. Rose wanted to point it out to him that his personality feelings were showing just a little too much then again, she rather sees the outcome of such an outburst. She could never understand what was so bad about killing an saiyan, she had personally killed a few for the years she was on Vegeta for and she never once regret kill them. This is a world eat dog world after all, it was to kill or be killed.
“Natto, calm down, no reason to flare at them, we’re all citizen here and just showing our opinions, no reason to be anger. Everyone is worried about the planet’s safety you know so crazy plans will pop out of nowhere. I’m pretty sure no saiyan will stand there and let their beloved tail be removed without putting up a fight, no? So relax. I believe training is just one answer to this problem however there is more answer as well, we just need to think harder and stop arguing with each other, no?” [Sorry for taking so long and I didn't read it over so it might have some gramma errors ]
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Post by Rukkora on Jul 22, 2015 5:44:09 GMT
[Power Level: 6402][Heavy Weights On: 1600]
One. Two. Three. Four. Rukkora pumped her arms. One. Two. Three. Four. The sweat dripped off her body to the floor. Her muscles bulged visibly under her tight clothing, body soaking with perspiration, feeling the burn in her arms, in her face. But she could do more. She had to do more. Blood pounded in her ears, her black eyes gazing down at the sea of black hair below her. She had to get used to this pain, she thought. She kept her arms steady, kept her feet pointed upwards. No armor, no gloves, no boots, fists against the hard crag, knuckles bleeding, she continued to push up from the ground and bring herself back down. Vegeta’s gravity didn’t bother Rukkora in the slightest, no, but she’d gone a bit overboard this time. Two-and-a-half tons on each limb, that’d do it. Weighing a total of ten tons extra.
Rukkora kept her feet pointed up, her ankles tugged down by the weights. Her wrists hurt, knuckles ground into the rock face by the weights. She wheezed, closing her eye as sweat rolled down her neck and into it. Groaning out, she kept moving her arms up and down. Panting, wheezing, she did one more rep. She almost buckled, so she chose to do another. “I won’t stay weak,” that was the promise she’d made to herself. If a threat came to Vegeta, she refused to be left in the dust by anyone. One. Two. Three. Four. She didn’t count the total number. She never counted the total number. Training was over when she knew her body couldn’t go any further. As a Saiyan, she could and had withstood a lot of punishment, so she told herself that this was nothing. In truth, it was nothing on its own, particularly compared to the training her father put her through, but this had been the entire day and her stamina was wearing thin.
Rukkora slowly lifted herself up again, supporting herself on both fists. Her veins began to pop, the strain was immense, but she would ensure that her body could endure it. She had to be able to endure it — to endure anything. I refuse to be weak! Her left arm slowly rose from the ground, lifting up with the thick, 2.5 ton weight attached to her forearm. It felt like her shoulder might give out, but she felt her body could take it again. After all, she thought, I’ve been doing this the easy way for hours now. Blood trickled from her knuckles across the red dirt. “One…” she grunted as she lowered her entire body onto her right arm. Her feet remained in the air, body kept stiff. Doing this level of exercise incorrectly risked serious damage, and like hell she was going to a healing tank for something she did to herself. “Two…” she grunted, feeling as though her bones might break. She imagined the thick muscles of her arm tearing, her shoulder dislocating, but she had to drive such thoughts from her mind.
Focus. Focus was all-important now. “Three…” she groaned, then spat up. Nothing but saliva, thankfully, but she knew that it’d be vomit the next time. “Four…” at last! She lowered her arm and lifted the other just to repeat it again on the other fist. “One… two… three… four…” she counted out loud. This is it. She lifted her body off her knuckles. SHIT! SHIT! “Graaaaah!” she roared, now balancing precariously on the flat of her fingers. She hefted again, fingers spreading out as she balanced her weight on them. Now the real fun began. “One…” she grunted. She could do this… she could do this…! “Two…!” she shouted, now a bit louder as she felt her body ache. “Three!” she screamed, it was too much, it no longer felt like training but real torture, the kind one suffers at the hands of a hated enemy. But she had to prove this to herself, she had to surpass her own limitations!
Just then, she heard a noise that broke her concentration. It came from the ground beside her; her Scouter’s communicator was receiving a transmission. She stared at it, held in place on her fingers as they cut into the rock and blood trickled down from her knuckles. Not today, then, she thought. But I will get stronger than I was today. Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground, down to her knuckles, then to her elbows, legs slowly lowering down to the rock face. Her knuckles were a fucking ruin and her body felt sore all over. But fuck it, she wasn’t complaining and she had shit to do. She got onto her feet, unsteady and muscles throbbing with pain.
These were the conventional training weights she purchased a while ago — these she used for training by herself, but they were so large that they were obvious to anyone. She removed one from her arm, it smashed into the ground and crushed the rocks beneath it, cracking the surface of the earth. The other did the same, but damn did it feel liberating to have those off. She took off the ankle weights next; they didn’t make quite the same impact, though, since they weren’t dropped down against the floor. She looked to the Scouter, picked it up, and put it on, activating its receiver to hear the message.
"To the inhabitants of Vegeta, this is a message from Planetary Defense Commander/Deputy Vice-Queen of Vegeta, Kaula. To those of you who either are seeking training to help defend the planet, or are wishing to discuss any defensive plans we may have; please join me in the throne room of the palace. There's also free food. Be there or be square."
Shit, thought Rukkora, I just left the palace. At the least, she managed to pick up what she needed. She took up the training weights in her arms. Not wearing them made her body feel much lighter, but she still felt exhausted. At least there would be food there, she could recharge herself a bit. She tossed the weights into the cheap, rental spacepod she still had yet to return. The whole pod rocked; it probably wasn’t the best idea to throw them in. Thankfully, the pod could take a way heavier load than that — she got a model to take a full twenty-five tons, in part because these were the only models made to suit a Saiyan of her height and mass. She only had twenty in total on it at the moment.
Rukkora grabbed her new suit of weighted armour, gloves, and boots from the spacepod. These were similar to her original, custom-made suit of armor but heavier, obviously, with shoulder pads and a Saiyan Solar Empire insignia emblazoned over the left breast. The weights were fairly easy to conceal, even if they weighted her down as much as her training weights. These were spread out a bit better, however, as they were a five-piece set with gloves each weighing one ton, boots each weighing two tons, and the central suit of armor weighing four tons. She didn’t plan on taking these off if she could help it, and it was probable that she’d almost never go without them from here on out save for sleeping.
Now Rukkora could get the hell out of here. She walked slowly toward the spacepod. Normally, she’d be faster, but ten tons would be a lot for the average Saiyan. For an elite, like her, it was a bit easier to handle, but she’d gone and fucked herself over before this event even began. Late again, Rukkora thought. She set the coordinates for the royal palace and tried to get comfortable with those goddamned weights pressed against her. Sometimes, she wished she were thinner. The pod hovered above the ground, somewhat hindered by the twenty tons of weight and the 201 pound woman, but it zoomed off from the Wastelands towards Cacumber Capital before long.
Reclining in her chair, Rukkora tried to make herself at least a little more comfortable. She tapped her Scouter and replayed the message (these weighted gloves made her fingers hurt). She let out a heavy sigh. “Vice-Queen”, huh? More like “Interim Queen”. Still, power is power. She didn’t know much at all about this Kaula woman aside from her being a Super Saiyan and that she made an appearance in a… certain risqué publication… she owned. I’ll try not to mention that I’ve seen her bare-assed naked, then. More training, maybe I should get some rest on the way. She made herself as comfortable as she could and, to a Saiyan who once used rocks as pillows and dead animals as blankets, she really didn’t mind discomfort and dozed off rather quickly. Perhaps too quickly.
By the time Rukkora arrived, things were already underway. They’d been discussing mastering one’s tail and one’s Oozaru transformation (both things that Rukkora intended to do before long), as well as how to achieve the Super Saiyan transformation (also a personal goal of the massive Saiyan woman). The pod came into the palace dock and Rukkora was fast asleep. Fortunately, she thought ahead. As the pod reached its destination, her Scouter repeated the message at full volume, instantly disturbing the woman from her sleep.
Unfortunately, she didn’t anticipate her own reaction and she quickly rammed her fist into the side of the pod, punching a hole clean through it. She rubbed the back of her neck and shook her groggy head, then stared at the hole. “Oh, fan-fucking-tastic,” she muttered as she kicked open the pod entrance and made her way outside. She locked the pod and looked around. There were the outer palace guards. She made her way over to — Oh, crap-damn it! The weights turned her usual confident stride into something more of a lurching stroll as she struggled to keep her arms up and not shuffle her feet. Perhaps taking that nap was useless after all.
Finally, finally, she made her way inside the palace to where the others were already gathered and apparently yelling over one another. Typical, but Rukkora didn’t really have the patience or disposition for long arguments. As much as she liked to privately complain or snark to herself, actually debating anything with anyone was little more than a waste of time. If you don’t like someone, you kill them, that’s the Saiyan way. Speaking of people she didn’t like, the red eyed woman immediately pissed her off. Saiyans, naturally, half-Saiyans, fine — Rukkora accepted anyone of Saiyan blood if they could make themselves useful and were willing to serve the Empire. But this woman was some kind of alien, no tail in sight, and she seemed to have an air of power and respect, although she didn’t seem respected by some of the others in the room.
Turning her head to the Super Saiyan Kaula, Rukkora felt a twinge of envy in the pit of her chest, the same one she felt when she saw Zucceta in that form. She clenched her fist, making her knuckles bleed, wanting, no needing to achieve that form… and perhaps even surpass it. There was no way she would settle for less. Regardless, she pounded her fist against her chest in her customary salute to the interim queen of Vegeta, “Hail!” Continuing to look around, a lot of the same faces from the announcement were here. Good, that made things easier. She gave a quick nod to the lot of them save for Aspa. She still felt pissed off about how he left her during their mission before seeing it to completion, but whatever. It’s not like I needed him, the arrogant bastard. The pink-haired girl must have been half-Saiyan. Perhaps the blonde was as well, did half-Saiyans have different-colored tails? She didn’t recognize (or remember) Natto, but her first impression wasn’t a bad one. Scars and eyes of a warrior. Radasha didn’t gather much attention aside from the obvious resemblance to Kaula.
For now, Rukkora chose to sit and watch whatever was going on, get caught up to speed with everything, and learn where the food was so that she may restore some of her vitality before the scheduled training.
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Post by Kaula on Jul 23, 2015 21:33:57 GMT
Kaula glanced at Aspa as the man made his plea for training. However, it was barely heard as the others began to talk - no. Not talk. They were arguing. Always with the arguing. At least some could get a long, but her eyes turned towards Zerli. She glared at her. If looks could kill, am I right? Her tail twitched for a moment, which was soon followed by an eye. Kaula's hands formed tightly into fists as she listened to the Saiyan. Was she really this daft? Did she not hear a single word from either of them. A low growl rose from her as she shook her head, "You know nothing." she'd say to the, apparently, low class Saiyan. "Now simply leave if you feel like making a foo-" she was cut off when she heard Natto yelling out. He, along with her mother, were likely pissed because of what she said about the tails. She waved them off, "You both clearly don't know the point of empty threats." she said, rolling her eyes before something else from Natto's angry talk caught her attention. It was the 'filthy alien scum' part.
That. That is where she snapped. The short hybrid wasted no time as she slowly marched right up to Natto. No words were needed, she simply brought her hand up in an attempt to slap him - she wasn't holding back. She didn't intend to kill him, but she intended on it hurting, a lot. "You will not talk about Reikiko like that. She is here out of respect for me. She doesn't have to help defend us. Not only that, she could probably kill most of you without raising more then a single finger." she said, still glaring at him. "So learn some fucking respect. I can insure you that I have killed Saiyans before. Not only that, but the one that she killed was likely not even with the empire. And I know there's another one I want to kill, and likely will."
The girl was now visablly pissed by time she noticed the huge saiyan enter. It was nothing more then a glance. She turned and went to plant her ass back in the throne. Her left hand gripped at the arm roughly while her right hand went to start moving through her hair. The way she was breathing a bit heavily, she was clearly pissed. She didn't like this job, hell. She couldn't see why Zucceta even liked this position. It was annoying, to say the least. All these people. Being.. Stupid.. And.. Stuff. Hell. She couldn't stand most of the people here at this point. Either they were crying about her little threat or they were yelling about having Reikiko here. She rolled her eyes. Maybe she didn't like it because she was young. Yes. That was.. Hopefully it. "Anyone else want to cry like a fucking newborn about having my friend here help fight the robot if he comes? Or will you continue to insult her?" she said before turning to glare at Natto.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 23:08:42 GMT
Smiling while listening to Reikiko’s words, he at least got her attention from his showing of humility. Though he got what he wanted, he considered this a challenge. He would impress the Homunculus, thinking about what she could teach him he suddenly stopped with that line of thinking. He didn’t want her techniques, or anything like that. He would use his own techniques that he develops, he rather get physical and Ki training from the Homunculus. He rather get as powerful as possible by using the techniques he develops himself, and only if she offered him an apprenticeship would he accept it.
Aspa, rather not have the ire of such a powerful being which was partially why he was so respectful to her, another reason was indeed to acquire training in order to become more powerful, yes but he knew she could fight and rather well if she said was indeed the truth. If she had indeed killed and ate a Super Saiyan, he knew he stood no chance against her, and that challenge excited him from deep within his core. Bowing to her once more.
“Thank you, Master Reikiko. It is an great honor to train under such a powerful warrior such as yourself. May I ask what was the Super Saiyan’s name? The one that you ate?”
His natural curiosity wanted to know of this Saiyan’s name. It was simple curiosity, but he would not inquire anymore if she did not want him to know. He would respect her wishes on the matter. Aspa knew when to be respectful and when to be brash and spiteful against someone. He certainly did not want a Super Saiyans ire, nor a mighty warrior’s one. Aspa, knew he stood absolutely no chance against warriors on such a level, but the challenge to reach it would be one that he would put all of his effort into reaching.
‘Zelri’, the halfbreed started to insult Reikiko, himself, Kaula, and everyone else within the room. Gritting his teeth, he remembered something that Reikiko said. Something about a ‘little Youkai’, well Aspa would have to look into such matters himself, he knew she was a menace and that she needed to be more respectful. She was fueling the spark of war, slowly turning it into an inferno by her actions. Clenching his fists, Aspa looked at the woman, whatever she was.
Aspa, chose to simply ignore the stupid halfbreed and went back to listening to the rest of the room. Watching Natto’s outburst and the result of it. Watching Kaula stalk towards him, before cocking a fist back. She would attempt to slap the Idiot for calling Reikiko a ‘filthy alien scum’. This was one of the reasons why Aspa called him an Idiot, he didn’t realize by doing so he insulted probably one of the strongest beings in the universe.
If Reikiko didn’t do anything to him, he would be surprised. Maybe, she would refuse to train him. That would be one of the most logical ways for her to get back at him for calling her that. Aspa, was quite shocked that the Idiot actually said that he was right in his own speech. Filing that away for later, Aspa headed towards the food table.
He was hungry, and he would not wait another moment. Grabbing a plate, the young saiyan would pile his plate high with meat, and vegetables. He may have hated the plant matter, but he knew he needed the disgusting stuff in order to remain strong. A balanced diet was everything, starting to slowly eat his food he would continue watching the other people talk and argue.
This arguing would get them nowhere, it seemed like no one listened to him. Aspa didn’t care if Kaula cut off Saiyan’s tails, they could be regrown given time. But Aspa did not say it outloud, he did not need any ammo against him. Aspa, truly did not care if Reikiko ate a Saiyan or not. They were warriors, on missions they needed to eat anything they could get their hands on.
Sometimes, you had to eat what was available. Aspa never partook of any meat close to Saiyan in nature, but if he had to choose eating a Saiyan or starving, he would choose eating the Saiyan. The thought did not bother him in the least, he has had eaten frogs uncooked, before. He had no reservations on eating anything if the situation called for it.
Not wanting to voice any say in the matter of the Oozaru, and cutting off tails. He wondered if there were any planets near Vegeta. But he knew there weren’t any planets relatively close to Vegeta, so they would have to perform the training on Vegeta. Instead of staying quiet on the matter, Aspa spoke the easiest way to perform the training without resorting of taking it off world, or cutting off the tails of those who don’t gain control over their Oozaru.
“We could do the Oozaru training one at a time. Those that can control themselves during the transformation, could knock out the others that don’t gain control. It would take a long time, but we do have plenty of space in the wastelands and the Tuffle Ruins in order to do so. Earth has special glasses that block out Blutz Waves from reaching a Saiyan’s eyes. With each person, they could take off their glasses, and transform. As long as we have several people in control of their Oozaru, and you Vice-Queen Kaula there would be no need to cut off any tails.”
Aspa, waited until the next person to speak. It was Rose who would speak next, and only to calm the Idiot down. Aspa mentally shrugged at this, while continuing to eat. He had just trained for over 16 hours, with only ration bars to sustain himself. He was hungry damn it!
Aspa noticed Rukkora walk into the throne room, scanning her he would find that she was weaker than before. ‘Must be wearing either weighted clothing, like most people here, or she learned how to suppress her power level from being seen by scouters,’ Aspa thought while munching on a large amount of very thickly sliced steak. Aspa didn’t have anything to say to her nor did he care for her presence there. He wondered what she thought about his massive power increase even if she could sense it or see it with her scouter, his weights would make it only a fourth of what it normally would be.
When Kaula spoke once more, asking who would cry like newborns and insult her friend being there, or would they continue to insult her. He thought anyone that complained about her being there to help them fight Vi Poi were bloody idiots especially if they were to insult her for simply being a alien.
“Anyone who dares complain about Master Reikiko being here to help us fight off this Android called Vi Poi are bloody idiots. Especially if they would dare insult her. Vice Queen Kaula is correct, Master Reikiko could kill every single one of us within here probably quite easily. I for one, see Master Reikiko’s and Vice Queen’s Kaula’s strength as a personal challenge. The challenge, would be to surpass them or at least be able to fight against them without dying within a few seconds. I would train under them without hesitation, they obviously know what they’re doing for amassing such awesome power.”
Staring straight at Natto, Aspa frowned at the stronger warrior.
“Who cares if Master Reikiko ate a Saiyan? It might of been a battle to the death, and she was only claiming her spoils of war when she did so. We are warriors, we eat our fallen enemies all the time. She might of done it to sate her hunger if it was a decision of eating another living person, or starving to death. Before you insult someone, think about what might of happened. This is why, I call you an Idiot instead of your real name.”
Finishing his food, Aspa felt bile rise in his throat. Forcing it down with a swallow, he had better things to do instead of telling the Idiot off for insulting people that could quite easily wipe the universe clean of his existence. Leaning against a pillar he would watch what the others do, in response of his words. He honestly didn’t care what they think, but he did speak his mind on a lot of the matters.
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Post by Reikiko on Jul 24, 2015 2:43:08 GMT
If there was one way to describe this current conversation then a certain human saying along the lines of: jumping from the frying pan into the fire could have been quite a correct statement. The Homunculus had just finished her little speech when the disguised little demon decided to voice her opinion again, one that clearly caused quite some ire from the group. However, the taunt, alongside one of the Saiyan's remarks caused her patience to run thin. She slowly lifted a hand upwards, a gesture that might had looked threat-less with the lack of ki visibly gathering in her hand, but the gesture's intention would soon likely be revealed. Instead of the ki gathering at her hand Zuni, Natto, Radasha, Aspa, Rose and Rukkora would have been able to likely feel something 'happening' around them. Certainly it was avoidable, or in this case resistible if they had enough power, the fact she was unleashing her aura at full force (620,345 for each individual) would likely make the air feel rather oppressive around them. For those who had trained under the pressure of a gravity chamber, it might had felt like that, but the power was most condensed around Zuni, who if influenced by the power would have been slightly lifted into the air and the pressure tightening around her neck, as if she was being choked.
"I came here under the request of offering my aid. Last time I checked this didn't include playing a verbal whipping girl to your taunting remarks."
The moment that Kaula stepped forwards, seemingly quite peeved and proceeded to slap the Saiyan while in her transformed state, Reikiko couldn't help but find her anger steadily disappearing, her cheeks briefly flushing up at the attempt of her lover to protect her. It was then, as suddenly as it had appeared that the pressure would steadily disappear and the Homunculus sighed loudly while lowering her hand downwards to her side.
"The Supah Saiyajin? I believe they called him 'Athren'. Your queen seems to know about him, albeit judging from most their opinions he wasn't a likable fellow. Either way, I memorized your presence Saiyajin warrior, and perhaps I'll seek you out should time permit it."
She had enough of this party. She came here in the hope of ensuring Kaula was safe, but was quick to realize that the Super Saiyan would be unlikely to need any help. Rather, she wouldn't be surprised if her presence here was unneeded. Perhaps it was for that reason she was growing to like the idea of leaving more by the moment. Not to mention some words that were spoken a little ago had stung the winged lass.
Only a friend...
Was she trying to conceal their relationship in an attempt to protect her reputation? In the end it likely would have been a easy thing for one of the Saiyans to turn against Kaula, the idea of the hybrid being in a romantic relationship with an alien would likely have sounded disgusting. No, it was starting to grow clearer by the moment she was an unwelcome presence on this planet, and while she walked into the back of the room, her energy finally properly fading back into its stabilized form the Homunculus briefly shot her gaze in a glance at the throne. Was it sorrow and pain that briefly shown a hint in her gaze before she properly prepared to leave the gathering. Still, as she reached the door her tone sounded dangerously serious, almost eerily so as she spoke.
"Perhaps I should follow your suggestion and invite the robo fish for a holiday, let's see if the opinions in this room remains the same after your city lays in ruins because your arrogance prevented you from relying on the aid of an 'alien'."
The last word seemed to be spoken in a slightly colder tone as she prepared to step outside. It seemed that she was quite pissed, and if the people in this room knew what was good for them, there was likely only one person who could safely prevent her from leaving. Whether that was a wise idea or not was something to ponder about first. Poor Kaula, she really had a tough job! If only she could have known it would become more difficult soon, for she would likely have spotted Hikari amidst the crowd, who was in a rush to leave through one of the less noticeable exists, but judging from her expression something serious had happened. For the others it likely would have looked like an ordinary hybrid was on her way of leaving the gathering, perhaps to attend to some matter.
Their pride and arrogance will be their downfall...
She could hear Reinforce's thoughts in the back of her mind, and for a moment she couldn't help but agree with her. While she didn't knew the reason behind all this arrogance, the existence of the Super Saiyan transformation seemed to be related to it. They truly considered themselves the most superior being in the galaxy, and everything else was just... inferior. She couldn't help but wonder if there had been a way to combat this attitude, but right now she merely felt too exhausted trying to accomplish such a thing.
Does that mean you're leaving?
She wasn't certain yet, but at this point she had her doubts. This wasn't like dealing with a troublesome family situation. It was almost the whole population on this planet that thought in that same annoying manner! On this whole planet she had only met a few with enough common sense to know when to respect someone, or at least acknowledge them as an equal and those seemed to fit on a single hand. Maybe leaving would be for the better. Vipoi was still on Earth according to the last reports, and it was clear that most didn't desire her presence on the planet, and those who desired it... didn't need it.
Maybe I should consider what to do, in the end it seemed like staying here might be only a temporary solution.
--- (Rei's Ki Choke is mostly activated in a lesser manner, while it's an MP3 it's power is divided by six individuals to show the rp-effect of her aura being spread across the room, everyone is free to ignore it if they want to, albeit would be a bit sad if they did =P)
-Rei will leave the scene unless stopped, if she does leave PL for me please-
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Post by Zuni on Jul 25, 2015 10:00:06 GMT
'Zerli' can't quite keep the teasing smirk from her lips as her words have exactly the effect she'd desired. She's practically dancing her way out of the room as the saiyans behind her tear into each other, and into her - mostly her, but it seems like the bomb she's dropped here has sparked off some real tensions between the warriors as well. She'd not have been able to hope for more, really!
She's almost out the door when Reikiko's power surges, and wraps around her throat. It came as a complete surprise to the blonde-haired 'half-saiyan', and her smirk leaves her lips in an instant. "GACK!" She exclaims, both hands coming up to try and physically pull the power from around her neck, but, of course, that doesn't get her anywhere. Her legs kick beneath her, and she has to really focus on trying to get air, rather than keep prodding at the pair. Her feet can't find the ground, though, and she's growing more and more red by the instant. Yup. No doubt about it. The Homunculus is infinitely stronger than she is; it'd almost be disappointing if that weren't the case, though. Direct combat has never been her forte, not in all her hundreds of years - if she was capable of going toe to toe with galactic threats, then the meaning of galactic threat would have changed massively.
Thankfully, it doesn't last for long. Zuni soon drops back to the floor, panting for breath, and when she sees Reikiko striding past her, about the same time Kaula asks if she'd like to insult her again...
... well, arguably, she doesn't have a choice. You can't just leave an invitation like that on the table and expect Zuni not to take it!
"Didn't say, you were MY whipping girl." She giggles, "Pretty sure, the Vice-Queen's yours~."
Scrabbling back up to her feet, Zuni's monkey-like cackle at her own joke is far throatier than it is usually, coming as a bit of a wheeze, but she's not hanging around any more - she couldn't be happier with the outcome of her actions here. Now, she literally aims to sprint out of the chamber - she's fully expecting some sort of dramatic, possibly Super Saiyan flavoured response from Kaula after everything she's been put through, and if she's going to explode, Zuni's primary aim right now is to get a head start on trying to get out of the blast radius.
Not to mention all the other Elites around the place that are probably still pissed at her. Handling one Elite wasn't usually a problem, but she is not in any hurry to stick around for her deserved comeuppance. No, she'd got a free meal and a lot of laughs, and only been choked a little bit - best to cut her losses and head back home, maybe enjoy a peach or two and see if she could spot the frustrations she'd caused being vented from orbit.
(Attempted thread exit - if successful and this goes up for grading, I'll take Zeni please!)
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Post by Natto on Jul 25, 2015 13:09:57 GMT
The situation was getting out of hand quicker than Natto could predict or expect. Radasha agreed with Natto and spoke up about cutting the tails of the other saiyans, were they to lose control of their Great Ape forms, going so far as to grow to her daughter, suggesting that the saiyan woman was also unable to control herself when transformed, which was quite surprising, since Natto had this illusion before that every elite saiyan could control themselves without the need of much training or effort. Somehow he was glad that being able to control one’s self took its tools on everybody, making him feel a little more capable than he actually believed he was.
Following that, Rose spoke, saying that all of them were murderers, including Natto. The young saiyan grimaced as he didn’t actually consider himself a murderer. He avoided killing saiyans as much as he could, and when he did have to kill saiyans, it was all pretty justified and driven by a very strong reason. Killing the aliens that threatened the saiyans wasn’t murder; it was what they had to do in order to avoid a terrible catastrophe to fall upon their race again. It didn’t feel good at all, but it was necessary. And necessity isn’t murder, at laest on Natto’s point of view. But he chose not to respond, limiting himself to sigh and gaze away from Rose. He thought of her as something close to a friend, but would still get pissed off with some of her statements, especially towards saiyans.
After that she told him to calm down, to which he responded by deeply breathing, trying to calm himself, nodding to Rose as a form of saying “thank you” for trying to help him. To help that, Kaula spoke as if what she said was an “empty threat”. ”Oh… If it’s just a threat, then I think everything is fine…” he thought to himself, letting a small relieved smile to appear on his face, since the saiyans tails seemed to be out of risk of amputation. He looked at Kaula when she approached him, and was about to thank her for not considering cutting of the tail an actual option. – Well, thanks f… - before he could finish his own sentence though, he was bright slapped to the face with such a fierce and crazy strength, that he was sent flying, sailing through the air, only to be stopped by a wall on the throne room, that broke a little, outlining his body on it.
– ARRRGHHH!!! – he screamed, feeling an immense paying taking over his body as he hit the wall. After a few seconds there, his body felt to the ground and he felt like he has just being completely defeated by a freaking punch of titan. But it was “just” a slap from a super saiyan, and that carved in deep inside his heart. – W-what the f-fuck…? – he asked more to himself than to anyone else, as he was barely hearing what Kaula was actually saying. It would take him a while to make sense of what actually happened and figure out that he was actually misunderstood. Truth be told, Natto didn’t actually call Reikiko a “filthy alien scum”, he said that he really wished she wasn’t one of those “filthy alien scums” who would just betray the saiyans when it seems fit. He knew enough about the saiyan history to know that every time they affiliated themselves with creatures far beyond their strength, they got into serious trouble.
Natto tried to get up by pushing himself up with his arms, but to no use, since he felt like his strength had been completely drained from his body. ”Wow! What a heavy hit! How the heck is my face in still one piece? Well… I’m glad, though… Seems like my body is getting tougher… Just… Just hope I don’t get another hit like that for a while…” he thought to himself, being unable to be angry now. He was just glad he was alive and in one piece. Aspa then spoke, but he didn’t actually care much, as he was only now being able to get up, still feeling completely dizzy and unbalanced.
The alien then used some kind of power to make a huge pressure upon them, just as Natto was able to stand. ”W-what is this?!” he felt overwhelmed by her sheer power, like he was into a gravity chamber. Natto was completely impressed with her power, and even more scared and angry. She was dangerous, and she wouldn’t think twice before humiliating and punishing the saiyans. There was no loyalty. But maybe that was just Natto’s precipitated judgment, he wanted to believe it was.
However, when Reikiko spoke, he saw a threatening tone on her, saying that maybe she should invite the android to Vegeta and see how they would react. That made Natto immediately frown his eyebrows and grit his teeth. ”Damn you! I knew it! There you are threatening us! With a power you stole from a saiyan! You are what I suspected! Grrrr! I wish I could blow you away! But…” he thought before suddenly lowering his eye sight, to stare at the floor. Frustration and anger building up inside of him. ”But… I can’t do a thing! I can’t even touch Kaula! And the alien is far stronger! Dammit! Why am I so freaking helpless?! How can I protect my planet? My people?! I’m fucking useless!!!” he gritted his teeth even harder, but his eyes were now more sad than angry.
Natto gulped and then stared at Kaula with the most respectful look he could fake, since he was angry with her and wanted do beat both her and Reikiko to the pulp. – Commander… I’m here to help… If there’s nothing else I can be of use, I ask to leave and continue my training… Since we are in a dire situation and the enemy can arrive at any time, I don’t want to waste it any further… - he said to Kaula. Word Count: 1015 [Attempt to leave the thread. PL w/ Heavy Weights please.]
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Post by Radasha on Jul 25, 2015 18:37:49 GMT
Radasha winced as Kaula slapped Nato, watching him soar through the air into a wall....That...was actually kinda comical. She'd seen how strong a super saiyan was compared to one who hadn't achieved the transformation yet. Even injured, they could lay an intense beat down upon their opponent. Zucceta barely survived her fight with Vennel. Only due to Vennel's blood loss, and her own transformation, was she able to even stand afterwards. Radasha felt some pride that Kaula was one of these powerful Saiyans, smiling a bit.
As Kaula chewed the blonde and Natto out and demanded they respect Reikiko, Radasha moved towards her daughter to speak; "I don't have a problem with...Reikiko," she said, now content in using the girl's name now that she knew it. "I'm sure she-" she began, being cut off by the alien in question raising her hand. What was she doing? The question was answered as a pressure began to build in the room, her scouter hud flickering. It wasn't reading power levels....whatever was happening was making it malfunction. Suddenly Radasha fell to one knee as if felt as if the planet's gravity had increased. "What the hell...."
Suddenly she realized it wasn't that, it was a force passing by them to converge on one point....the Blonde's neck. Radasha turned to watch as Zuni was lifted into the air, as if some tall, invisible being was strangling her. glancing from Rei to Zuni, she realized the strange girl could grab people without physically touching them. This fact made Radasha even more wary of this Reikiko. As the girl left, she let out a threat of luring the robot to Vegeta. Radasha was probably the only one to think of it as a bluff. She'd been just about everywhere Kaula went. So it was safe to assume she was fond of Radasha's daughter. Which probably meant she wouldn't do anything that would upset Kaula. Her daughter may not care for most people on Vegeta, but she was damn sure the girl still cared for her mother.
"I see now where you got your use of empty threats from..." Radasha murmured quietly, now standing next to her daughter.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 20:28:51 GMT
Rose shook her head rather displeased as if she was disappointing that it had ends up in this manner, to her, they went from zero to one hundred quick just because of a few people’s comment. She was not even surprised anymore, she expected nothing better from saiyans or people that lives among them long enough. She remains quiet as she listens to them complains or argue about something that could simply be ignored, what she was expecting now was violence to show who’s dominate in this room or anything else along the line, she knew that outcome was escapable at this point, even so, she believes her comment she made from before about how citizen they were might have jinxed it as well. Her eyes shifts towards the new saiyan that had just entered the room though she sees nothing wrong with them so far, all that really remains was just to listen and watch the results of this little meeting. Rose decided she was going to step back a little more because she did not want to be caught in a crossfire if they do end up fighting, “I wonder how long it’ll take them all to calm down, this is getting out of hand already..”, certainly she wanted them to finish this meeting without anything regrettable to happen since a portion of Vegeta’s defenders were here.
She yawns loudly, clearly this was tiring her out due to it taking a little too long, Yes, it felt as if it was being dragged out a bit more has they constantly go at each other's neck. Her eyelids began to fall slowly but surely, she shuts her eyes while trying to gather a little more information from this little argument, something that was worth making a comment on. She lets it plays out while thinking of something she could have done in the mean time she was here. From all the options, the only reasonable option she could have selected was to leave since she was not going to eat, she was not going to join their vocal abuse war nor was she going to do what Aspa did and beg for training. She puffs out stressfully as her right eye opens up slightly only for her to catch hold of something she would have found funny back on earth, she knew the girl was still in her super state as she proceeds to ‘pimp’ slap the living hell out of Natto which now has her questioning the power of a super saiyan though she resist the urge to shout out ‘World staaaar’, instead, she make an soft comment in its place, “See...Should have been a little careful with your words, they can backfire on you rather easily.”, indeed, she was that type of person.
She reaches up as the woman stretches her arms while twisting her upper body a little, to be sure, she was stretching out her laziness however the air around her felt a little off, the fact that she lacks sense makes her worried a little more than usual, she did not know if it was time for Violence or was she just feeling the blood lust from someone. Just to make sure her mind was not playing tricks on her, the girl looks around the room, scanning each individual her eyes lay set on before she found one with their hands point outwards, “Uh so it’s yo-”, she suddenly felt a great force similar to a sudden gravity change pulling her down to her knees. Rose has never gravity train before so she had no idea how to battle against such a force before in her life. Pressing her palms against the ground to keep herself up, now on all four, she wanted to look forward to see what was the meaning of this however the strain of keeping herself up had way too much troll on her limbs. She forcefully draws her heavy-metal midnight black Katana then realized, the weights she had equipped, the Katana's heavy weight and this force of the attack does not mix well yet this was also the only way she could have kept herself up from the crushing force.
“Jesus...Could you tell me what I did? Because I have no idea why I’m under this random ass force..”, she mutters similar to praying.
With enough willpower and body strains, she was able to stab the tip of the blade vertically into the ground, using the force of the attack and her weight to push it a little more deeper into the surface, once she had did so, the woman simply clasps onto the hilt for dear life, driving herself onto one knee instead of both, with this, she was now able to see what was going on in forward of her. It seems as if she was right on that one, the argument leads to Violence since the blonde tailed saiyan found herself being choked by the Reikiko using the ‘force’ though she didn’t feel bad for the saiyan because of all the trouble she was causing, she knew it was more likely time to leave at this point. Praying to the gods that she does not lose consciousness during this event, she tries to wait out the force since she clearly couldn’t resist it much longer until it suddenly stop, “Oh thank god..”, she still didn’t know what she did or say to deserve this kind of punishment however she knows one thing, this will be the last time she listen to what an operator said about Empire, “Killing off whatever reason why I want to join...The abuse..”, she thought with an annoyed expression. Her body was crying out at her as each of her joints were harshly sored, she tries the ignore the pain while thinking about what had just happened to her, with clarity, she had already figured out that she had targeted everyone that had make comments before simply meaning, this is her last meeting if it’s optional and this is also the last time she’ll be commenting on something due to the fact opinions get you injured nowadays. Picking herself up off the ground, she flicks her blade then cast it away back into its Scabbard. It was already her time to leave mainly because a few were already exiting the room thus she waited to see what other comments everyone was going to make before joining them.
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Post by Rukkora on Jul 28, 2015 0:13:01 GMT
What the hell was happening here? She’d barely sat down for five seconds and immediately Rukkora got to her feet. She shot a glare to Kaula as she spoke down to the other Saiyan, Natto, yet demanded he respect her in the same breath. Empty threats and losing her temper like this? Kaula quickly lost any respect she held for attaining Super Saiyan that Rukkora had granted her. That Reikiko creature was clearly stronger than it looked, probably stronger than anyone else in the room. What need had it of protection from words? And of course Saiyans don’t want to learn from some alien they just met. Did she honestly not see this coming? This outburst was so… stupid… so childish… so meaningless.
Then came Reikiko’s aura. Was this just to show off? Was she just fucking showing off? Why did they even waste our time calling us to this goddamned meeting?! The air around Rukkora became heavy. The sensation was familiar and it didn’t hurt, but it was the final straw in the five minutes or so she’d been here. This person could definitely control herself better than this, she was sure of it. She was deliberately trying to make them… make them…
At once, she began to recognize a pattern in her own behavior, one that made her turn her head from Kaula. It wasn’t respect for power, it was fear of it, no different than a low-class warrior. Looking at Zuni’s fate, feeling this oppressive aura, she felt afraid of Reikiko almost as much as she felt hatred for her.
Kaula, the Super Saiyan… the one from her magazine… the one who, in meeting her in person, severely disappointed her despite her obvious display of power — perhaps even because of it. It wasn’t just that the hybrid brought some outsider in the moment she gained any power whatsoever, it was that she believed what the blonde implied about her relationship with Reikiko to be true. Who in their right mind would leave someone like Kaula, someone whose actions are heavily dictated by a force outside of the Empire, in charge?
Power is absolute. Those words had been beaten into her head since she was young. She’d told herself something like that when she looked at Zucceta before; it was a phrase beaten into her head for most of her life. Was that really what she wanted? Could she be satisfied serving a leader who would leave someone like Kaula in charge? Someone who’d demand Saiyans lick the boots of a creature professed to have eaten a Super Saiyan? And even if that Super Saiyan was an enemy, the very concept sickened her to her core in a very visceral way. Such a flagrant lack of responsibility, such a disgusting lack of accountability. It made her doubt the judgement of those in charge of this planet and it made her dislike these two in particular.
Rukkora’s blood ran hot as her eyes darted between Zuni and Reikiko, the former letting the latter down. She could tell the threat of luring the ‘robo fish’ to their planet was an empty one, but knowing that didn’t make it any less infuriating to hear those words. Did she think this was a fucking game? She wanted so badly to slap the shit out of her the way she did Natto but Rukkora couldn’t sense energy, she couldn’t become a Super Saiyan, and she couldn’t win this fight. She could gauge the Super Saiyans’ power level with her Scouter, but she had no clue what they looked like in battle. She had to compensate, move faster, become stronger if she even wanted to stand a chance. Goddamn it. If she’d only started this sooner, or been born earlier, something, anything to bridge this gap.
Still, she felt that she had to say something, and Rukkora was a woman of notoriously few words when in public. “So this is how the Super Saiyan conducts herself?” she asked, glaring at the Kaula. Damn it, she still felt the fear in her heart, almost as much as she felt anger bubbling inside her. She turned her pointed stare to Reikiko as she walked away and frowned. Looking back to the Super Saiyan, she clutched her hands into fists and felt her knuckles bleed in her gloves. “I may have arrived late, but it would have been best not to arrive at all,” she barked, “keep your food, I’m going back to my training.”
[Rukkora Attempts to Leave the Thread] [Power Level Reward]
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Post by Kaula on Jul 30, 2015 4:30:10 GMT
Kaula sighed as the transformation dropped. She didn't have to keep it up anymore to show off. To sum up her current mood right now.. She didn't like this. She didn't fucking like it at all. For once, that blondie had managed to piss her off, a lot. But Kaula was starting to see where she had been coming from for a moment. Taking on Vipoi on Earth. The Saiyan commander put a pin in that task as she gripped at the arms of the throne tightly. She didn't fucking want this. Well, she wanted to be on Vegeta, but she felt caged. All this power and she felt like she couldn't move. These stupid responsibilities. Stupid reports. Stupid everything. And, when she saw Reikiko choking out the blonde half breed, she formed a fist to slam it on one of the arms before glaring at Reikiko. As if non verbally saying she wasn't messing around right now. That she didn't want anything like that to happen.
She exhaled loudly through her nose as she turned her gaze to Natto as he spoke. Her eyes narrowed a little bit. "I do not have anything for you right now. Leave me to planning.. I am starting to feel like this meeting was a mistake." the girl growled out as she slouched in the throne a bit, simply looking grumpy. She added on in a mumble saying she wasn't cut for stupid political stuff.
Her eyes eventually just closed as the deputy vice queen here went to motion towards the door. "Everyone leave. I need to think." she simply said. Poor girl was stressed, it seemed.
(Pretty much my exit here. PL for me)
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