ZEXAMA VS A TREE (and others) Saga/DE

Habana let out a few heavy breaths as she released her technique, the sheer mass of the Final Flash made actually watching it hit an opponent a bit... difficult, unless of course they were an incredibly massive being such as an Oozaru but with someone as tiny as the child like Majin she had fired on it was necessary to rely on her energy senses, the tiny Majin's energy seemed to surge as the blast approached her and then all of a sudden it became nearly impossible to keep track of where she had gone growling angrily as the Final Flash continued on rending the ground apart, there was a chance that perhaps the Majin had simply surged her power and then impact with the Final Flash had knocked her out...

But then Habana felt her signature pop up once more swiftly followed by the Majin speaking up, mocking Habana for having missed. With that Habana cut off her connection to the Final Flash allowing it to disperse and preventing the blast from tearing apart the landscape any further. Normally Habana would not have allowed an attack to cause so much devastation unless it was necessary, such as having successfully struck a powerful opponent. But Kanassa was already more or less dead, Mayze had seen to that back during the Arcose war and the Tree would be finishing the job.

Thankfully the Majin sounded about as winded as Habana felt, it meant that she at leas hopefully, had expended about as much effort dodging the Final Flash as Habana had spent producing it. The Majin was quite unhappy with Zerori's choice to side with them, she seemed to be trying to play to the other Saiyan's emotions claiming she considered her a friend in spite of having only met once before. “You're logic is flawed pinkie, if you and Zerori are friends after having met just once, it stands to reason that she had a similar relationship with Zucceta, they too have met before.” Habana said with a roll of the eyes looking to the other Saiyan briefly to see how she would react to the Majin's attempts to sway her.

Then the foolish costumed man chose to address her, Habana frowned as he referenced Zucceta's 'madness' partially at the insult to her friend and Queen, and particularly because part of Habana agreed with him, Zucceta's words had not been entirely comforting but there was a very real chance she was simply trying to get under the skin of the others, preoccupy there minds with fears of the future of the Empire rather than the battle currently occurring. “The tree is putting an already dying world to rest, Kanassa was dealt a blow far beyond what should have been survivable during the Arcose war. The Kanassan's are not our targets like the Arcosians were, they are free to and at least through my efforts, being encouraged, to depart the planet. Whether or not I agree with the Tree's usage is, at the moment, the tree poses no direct danger to the Kanassan's until it's final days. I am here to back up my Queen and more importantly, my friend.”

Glancing to the side Habana watched as Luffa and the Arcosian prepared to fire powerful attacks on one another, the Arcosian possessed a power advantage, one that would make Luffa's job difficult but hopefully he could last long enough for the battle with the Majin to be dealt with, much as she disliked the boy Zucceta clearly had some vested interest in him and it would probably be for the best to keep him alive. Zerori provided her own name and then swiftly went on to shout down 'Captain Nova' she seemed genuinely furious over his presence and choice to stand against her, significantly more so than Nova seemed to be.

For now she couldn't concern herself with Nova, he was not nearly strong enough for her to consider him a direct threat even if he was powering up a surprisingly significant attack, she needed to focus her efforts on the Majin and hopefully either take it down herself, or provide Zerori with an opening to do so, right now that would necessitate removing the young Arcosian from her grasp, rolling her shoulders Habana directed a glare at the Majin as she clung to the Arcosian.

“I don't, or at least have no reason to believe you. So how about you let that child alone put that child down somewhere out of our way, and we get back to business, because the longer you cling to him the more it looks like you're making him into a shield or worse.” Habana said folding her arms over her chest as she waited for the Majin to do something with the child, if it appeared that she had no intention of removing the Arcosian child from the battlefield Habana would simply proceed utilizing the speed of the afterimage technique to flash from her position to behind the Majin in order to deliver a swift kick to the back of it's head, hopefully enough to force her to drop the Arcosian so that someone such as Nova could catch him.

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Luffa smirked, continuing his burning rise in ki. "Oh, I'll stop as soon as the lizard here does." He says, tiling his head to Abzerute. "But there won't be many Kanassans to save!" He exclaimed, throwing his head back with a laugh. The wild, thrumming energy of his False Super Saiyan state was coursing through his body, expanding his muscles until they strained and throbbed, his eyes wide and wild. Was this the hate he was taught to suppress? Was this the power he was denied by his cold and calculating combat training? What foolishness! This level of rage was meant to fuel the true Saiyans. What other truths could there be?

His aura flared brightly as he continued his charge, the dark clouds whorling overhead.

(Luffa charging, 300% next round Sorry for shortie yall, RL gettin cray cray this week.)

Zexama was approaching an incredibly dangerous situation as it was right now. She was in a very bad place with her power so low and the fact that she only had a senzu in her ‘pocket’ left. Her senzu that was actually a little lolli with a video game heart on the wrapper of it to know that she could only eat it at certain time. This special piece of candy was kept lodged into the inside of her neck so she could use it quickly when needed meaning she didn’t have to spend too much time placing it in her mouth, which could cost an entire fight.

This battle was coming to a quick turning, she could feel it and so could her scouter that only now decided to begin talking. ”GOOD MORNING ZE-WHERE THE HELL ARE WE!” Zexama was quite startled by the loud booming sound of the sentient scouter attached to the side of her head. She was also quite annoyed by the fact that it was on loud speaker since she had it off last time she was in a call with one of the Turtle Teachers.

She had too many responsibilities to be killed today, when she thought about it, she had too many responsibilities to really be classified as a child. She didn’t care about that right now, she had to be at her peak if she wanted to achieve her goal. The goal that she would achieve was to turn Zerori, to make sure that she didn’t go down the path of evil and consume a fruit made of evil itself. She was going to achieve this goal, or she would fail miserably.

She then realised what she was doing with Brisk as she clutched onto his arm trying to protect him. She realised that they were right, that she was only using him as a shield. Her hands began to shake violently. What was she doing, using a child as a shield against such strong opponents. Why did she even allow him to come to such a place, was she really going to let what happen to Wyntre, happen to Brisk as well? NO. SHE WOULDN’T! Zexama looked at the young Arcosian and looked around to the ship, turning her back towards her enemy, Habana.

She then tried to throw Brisk in that direction, the place towards the ship. However, she made sure that the throw would allow him to be able to fly so he didn’t plummet into the ground and make her a murderer. She looked back at her enemy, Habana, and say Zerori charging her mighty attack. She didn’t let Brisk be killed in such an attack even though she knew Zerori most likely wouldn’t attack him. Her scouter continued to beeped and speak to her. ”UHHH ZEXAMA! THAT ATTACKING LADY I-Hang on…isn’t that the one that broke the ship’s window?” Zexama remembered the moment but didn’t think about it. She looked at the attack as it continued to grow in her hand furiously, bigger and bigger before it was launched.

Her mind was fixated on the attack. She couldn’t help wonder if Zerori would have fired the attack even if Brisk remained in her arms, the thought was pushed aside as her arms came in a defensive position. Her brain focusing on Everyone Single Atom of air around her. She knew she could probably have spilt one and cause the explosion of a Hydrogen bomb if she so wanted to. But that was not what she wanted to do. Zexama focused more carefully on the attack and her eyes closed as pink Ki began to illuminate from around her body. She wanted to use a barrier but she couldn’t muster up the energy to generate such a thing.

Her telekinesis, unwrapping the candy in her throat and releasing the healing properties into her system. Her body’s Ki shot up and her fatigue was not existent anymore. With a maintain of focus she sensed the extremely powerful attack racing towards her before she found the perfect time to use it. ”CANDY….DEFENCE!” Various shades of Pink illuminated from around Zexama’s body as she began to change the atoms of air around her into blocks of Candy which joined each other to formulate a wall of sorts. Her Ki infused into the atoms of Candy making the bonds with them equal to that of the Pl she had.

Her eyes shot open as the attack slammed into the wall of Candy. Almost immediately, she knew it would fall. The constant buzz of the Scouter and a warning sign would echo throw the air if not for the even louder noise coming from the clash of the attack and the shield. She called out to Zerori. ”Please Zerori! STOP!” She saw that as soon as the wall was hit with such force she zapped over to it and began to push it with her mind only. Realising it was hopeless to do so she began to push it with her hands as well as her mind, combing both of her strengths would surely be enough to stop it.

She was wrong.

The almighty attack pushed on through the wall and began to melt Zexama’s hands. The intense Ki had gone straight through her defence and began her hands began to become nothing. The attack pushed through her, making the wall air once again and her body go flying back into what she hoped would be the ground, but was only more fire. A scream was all that could be heard from within the charge of fire. ”ZERORI!!!” The tortured majin screamed from inside the fire out to Zerori, she didn’t want this to be for nothing, she wanted to fix this! Her body began to submit to the heat and pain, but her mind didn’t. That was what happened at first. Very quickly her mind began to give up, her body useless her mind no longer caring what happened.

She didn’t submit. Her mind refused to give up, she needed to survive what she thought would surely kill her. She needed to stand up to Zerori and she needed to win! Her body began to raise as she slowly began to purposely run into the flames directly. Taking the hits with hardly a sneer at the pain as her whole body was unable to feel pain any longer. Her body, with all the Ki pushing inside her body, exploded. Tiny pink bits of Majin would be seen flying out of the fire cage as she got close enough to the side for such to happen. Some might think she was dead, but she was far from it. SHE WAS BACK TO FULL POWER!

If only that were true, Zexama would stand a chance. But it wasn’t, Zexama was burnt on every part of her body. Now even the inside she was in multiple bits. Her bits started grouping together and her Ki would force her to combined right in front of Zerori. Her first being the first thing to be created, she attempted to punch Zerori in the face as hard as she possible could. Her fist came flying through the air and a punch as soft an ant would collide with Zerori’s face. ”YOU WILL NOT GO EVIL LIKE VI-POI DID!” Shouted Zexama as her face began to form along with the rest of her body. She slowly began to breathe so she could bring up another punch and speak more.

”YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE EVIL BECAUSE YOU ARE GOOD!” Another ‘Fearsome’ punch came from Zexama, flying through the air at a slow-motion like speed. She tried to make it collide into the side of the face of her, although it was truly pathetic to see such a disgrace. As the rest of her body formed, burns were seen through-out it as well as scares that may never heal. ”Zerori…will…not………be…………..evil.” Zexama believed this with all heart, she believe it so much that she combined both her fists together above her head before slamming it into Zerori’s head, at least trying to. Zexama’s attack was so slow that a baby would probably dodge it while sleeping but the physical power of the attack was much than the punches before it.

Her eyes started blinking rapidly and her Ki no longer supporting her in the air like it used to. She began to fall as the energy that kept her flying became no more. Her scouter burned and melting across her face. As she fell she tried to grab Zerori’s leg. If she did her hands would slowly slide down before reaching her foot and her reaching the state of unconsciousness. Her hands would slide onto her boots as the grip of her hand would release for no brain would be controlling them anymore. Her body began to fall down and go towards the ground with a quick zap. Before falling one thing was said to Captain Nova telepathically.

”Save…….Ze…zo…..”

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Zexama throws Brisk to safety
Zexama be Unconscious.
Senzu bean eaten [3/3KP]
Durability with Candy Defence [MP3] used.
3,377,798 vs 11,679,908
Attack wins: 8,302,110 bleed through.
[0/KP]
Punches Zerori.

The skull shaking rumble of the branches tumbling from the heavens—
Squeezing his eyes shut, the boy braced himself, every nerve in his body curling up, readying itself for the pain..!
A light glimmering from everywhere and nowhere at once, the inside of his eyelids completely brightened into a pure white.
And then a sensation that he had not been prepared to feel, gooey bubblegum hands, and the rush of air as he was snagged out of the way of the branch.

Brisk understood everything in the moment, but once a mere second had passed his memories were blurred. He heard the familiar voice speaking aloud, and then speaking in his head. The words were foreign, a language he couldn't understand. The child's body was shaking. He had never come anywhere near this close to death.

The child wouldn't remember any of his surroundings, or even recall his own actions, but he was clinging tight to Zexama's torso, tears streaming down his face. "Please…" He whispered over and over.
"Please…"

Flashing in and out of consciousness the child was squeezing Zexama as hard as he could, clinging to her for dear life. The boy couldn't think or act, only feel the emotion around him. He felt the tension, hot and heavy like humidity in the air. He felt the piercing rage, sharp like sparks.

And then he woke up. Ten feet away from Zexama, hurtling away from her in the air. The tears in his eyes had turned all of his vision into a blurry mess, but he knew what he wanted. His arms were no longer wrapped around his companion. The wreck of a boy felt lost. More than anything in the world, he wanted to be next to Zexama again. He pushed forwards, flying back towards her, but his momentum from being thrown aside was too powerful, and he was trapped, flying in place, when suddenly a giant candy barrier formed around the majin.

In a primal state of instinct, Brisk stopped flying towards her, frightened, when suddenly flames engulfed the battle scene, and he was blasted to the side by the sheer force of the collision, nearly unconscious once more.

Brisk snapped back into lucidity. His eyes shot towards the falling body of his bestest friend and crush. With a burst of teal ki energy, two arcosian twins appeared, and moved to Zexama's side with such speed that they might have appeared to teleport. Their faces were drenched with tears, but their countenances betrayed no expression. A stone cold innocence washed over their unfocused eyes as they quickly rushed Zexama's ravaged body towards a safe looking spot on the ground. The possibility of opposition to this action never even crossed Brisk's mind.

Lying her down gently, the arcosian twins fused back into one as Brisk brought out his phial of regeneration fluid, and gently held it to Zexama's unresponsive lips, attempting to pour it down her throat. His hands shook and shook until it reached the point where he was unable to hold the small glass piece, and he dropped it. Brisk flinched physically, like he'd been stabbed in the heart. Standing up, the three foot arcosian would look up towards Zerori and ask a single question, a twinge of grief finally flashing across his face.

His voice was light and breathy, quiet and expressionless.
"Why did… you do this... to my friend?"

Nova approached the boy in his desperate bid to try and restore the child to her former self. He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and kept a solemn face as he looked to the somber sight. "It's okay...Look, she's still breathing... She's a majin so she'll spring back in no time. Y'all will be laughing and playing soon, I promise." He squeezed the boy's shoulder once before looking up to Zerori, his visor covered his eyes but it wasn't hard to tell he was analyzing her once more. He frowned softly as he turned away from her. kneeling down to scoop up the majin child.

He looked down to her burnt and feeble form. A rush of emotion swelled in his chest as the girl's words repeated in his mind. She bid him to save Zerori from herself but he had no means to. He couldn't fight her or force her to turn against her decision. He couldn't understand it though. Zerori had been crass at times but to lash out against friends seemed so strange. What hurt the most was the fact that for a moment he truly believed she had considered his plea. In that brief moment he could feel her distress, her confusion, and her pain. It was all over her face.

It killed him to see her so helpless to her own demons. 

Still, he couldn't ignore the consequences of her actions. The full weight of them rest in his arms after all.

"Zerori..."

He spoke, calling her by name for the first time in the encounter. "I hope...Whatever you're seeking...Is worth all of this." There was no denying he was talking directly to her. He was holding her responsible for her actions.

"I hope..."

He paused turning to her.

"That I wasn't wrong about you. That there's more to this... That you made the right decision here."

He turned his aura flaring around him as he prepared to take off.

"...You don't have to end up like her." He said, looking to the tree tops where the mad queen consumed by her own bitterness and pain fought for such an empty reason. 

"Commander, the alien and I will take Zexema and the child to Bing's ship. After, I'll come back to help with the evacuation. I won't interfere with the queen and Bing's struggle. I'm a man of my word after all." He turned to the bronze arcosian before nodding to him. "Take the boy and follow me. We need to go." He spoke sternly before lifting into the air.

"Captain's orders."

From the moment the flames left her hand, Zerori knew.

She knew that she’d given herself over to her demons. Literally. Try as she might, staring at the figure of the Majin girl that had chosen to get in her way, to justify what she was doing was for the good of her ward, Ari the saiyaness knew that she was damned from the start. The fire clashed with something and Zerori, stoic-faced widened her eyes at something that seemed to resist her power. It was pink, like the girl and it buckled against the inferno for only a few moments before she heard it.

And it nearly killed her inside to ignore the cries. Shut up… Zerori thought, gritting her teeth. The girl wouldn’t die. It was a mercy that she was taking her out of the battle!

Her name screamed once more, Zerori looked slightly down to seemingly avoid the guilt of watching the girl being tortured by the pyre. When at least she seemed finished she would look back as it broke down and reformed over and over again. The flames dissipated finally for Zexama to piece herself back together again and, burnt visibly and charred in multiple places that would render any normal person immobile. Before she spoke towards Abzerute and Luffa, Zerori was caught off guard from an attack.

Hardly painful and even less forceful, Zerori let her head be turned to the side by a sudden contact by the girls’ fist and she stared at Zexama from down her nose. Her eyebrows were knitted upwards, pity evident in her eyes as the girl declared defiantly… that she would not let her go evil.

Like.

Vi-Poi.

Did.

Hit harder than any meteor could ever hit her, Zerori’s fists at her side began to shake violently. Red eyes flashed brightly as they widened, her face morphed into a snarl as Zexama made to punch her again. Before it could contact, Zerori would snatch it into a tight grasp as she turned her head back to face the girl. Menacingly, the saiyaness snapped at her, “I will NEVER be like him!” Overwhelmed by the potency of her own hatred, Zerori would let go of her wrist and step away from her. Sliding down to grasp at her leg, the response to the Majin’s words would coldly be reproached, “…You’re too late. By many, many years…”

Finally turning away, Zerori’s words would make their way to Abzerute before the sound of glass clattering on the ground behind her caught her attention. The boy, she mentally reminded herself. Refusing to move her body to face him, she would look over her shoulder to see the absolutely heart-breaking visage of the tear-stained Arcosian boy. Uncomfortable by the tinge of pain in her chest, Zerori swallowed the lump of guilt upon his question and opened her mouth to speak.

Something witty.

Something cold.

Apologize, by the gods!
But she didn’t say anything, looking at his oddly double vision bodies before she closed her mouth and simply turned away. She would not rise again to oppose her yet and to Zerori, that was acceptable. Looking firmly in Habana’s direction, she would maintain her angrily stoic expression as Nicol-…Nova… would speak to the boy.

Taking a step in the commander’s direction, she would get no farther than one pace before Zerori would be paused by her own name being mentioned. Listening without looking at him, Zerori would suck a lip into her mouth as bite it hard enough for it to bleed at his absolutely… pathetic and saddening hopes. Worth… Being a the space equivalent of a pirate, Zerori would think that she knew a thing or two about value. What was trash to one was invaluable to another; objects and people fell into the same category.

Did she believe Ari was worth it?

If it’s not… I… Suddenly afloat in doubt, Zerori would find herself whispering, “She… deserves a second chance to live…” He spoke of decisions, something Zerori had experience in fucking up, gloriously. With her back turned to him, she didn’t see that he looked towards the tree as he confided his hopes that she would not become ‘like her’.

A vision of a city burning, two figures side by side – distinctly feminine as they reveled in the destruction they wrought. Together.

Would be become like her mother…? Regardless of how much she hated the traitorous parent, Zerori… wasn’t sure anymore.

As Nicolas informed the boy and Arcosian to leave with them, girl in his arms somehow, she would just avoid the gazes of any whom would seek to look at her. She walked away from them, her pace slow and controlled as the exhaustion of the power expelled regaled her body. Only one thing was left to fates and looking over at the saiyan boy… she trusted Habana to not allow him to fuck her over.

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No actions done.
KP 1/3

The bronze Arcosian regarded the Saiyan Commander, even as the brat continued to charge himself up with even more power. He really wanted to teach this child a lesson in respect and humility... but he figured such an occasion would be better suited to being under the Saiyan female's jurisdiction. With a cautious nod towards Habana, he slowly dispersed his power until it ceased to be. However, he remained in his True Form if only so he could stand some measure of survivability should this little arrangement turn south on him. Abzerute gave a nod towards Habana before looking at the Prince. "Trust swings both ways boy. I trust in your Commander to keep you in check, even though you seem less inclined to trust that I would uphold my end of the bargain with your Commander." he said, looking in the direction of the Tree as it continued to grow and shake from the conflict raging within.

He shook his head before shooting the Caped Crusader a glare. "I will collect the boy, but only because he is of my race and a child, no other reason." the bronze Arcosian informed the Captain. "I am not beholden to your military's edicts, Earthling." he growled before making his way over towards Brisk. Seeing that the child was going through some form of emotional turmoil because of this thing between himself, the hybrid warrior and the Majin, he decided that they didn't have much more time for all the melodrama and decided to be quick about it. "Apologies." said Abzerute before he proceeded to try and bring his hand down on the back of Brisk's neck in an effort to incapacitate him temporarily. If successful, he would pick up Brisk and carry him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes towards the ship that the human had indicated earlier, and then proceed to dump him nearby for the human to deal with.

As he began to walk away from the silver haired human's ship, he'd give a wave behind him towards the Caped Crusader. "I've got my own ship to take me places. Tell the boy that if he ever wants to learn how to properly control his power, seek me out on Yardrat or Brench. Assuming he doesn't meet another Arcosian on your little world." called Abzerute over as he began to prepare to board his own vessel. This whole trip had been a waste of his time and effort... if there hadn't been these damnable Super Saiyans roaming this damned world and it had just been the prince and the Queen, then it would have been much simpler, and no doubt had a very different outcome.

As it was, he now had to make his way towards Yardrat and take claim of the throne of the Arcosian Empire's remnants now rather than later... he couldn't return to Namek to locate the Dragon Balls, not with the Solar Saiyan Empire roaming its surface along with those deranged Namekians murdering one another, and he certainly couldn't waste time going to Earth and trying to locate them, assuming he even could given that they were only recently used to bring back Namek. No, unfortunately he would have to accelerate his plans and take control as Emperor now rather than later when he was in a stronger position. It would no doubt skew with his time table, but he would have to work around that... with the current state of affairs, the Arcosian Empire had to get itself back to full power and soon... or else Zucceta may decide to try and claim another "neutral" world to use as a feeding ground for the damned boys ego.

One thing was for certain... regardless if they were a child or not, Abzerute swore he'd see that Luffa dead one of these days by his hand. That little brat needs to be taught a lesson in respect and humility... and what greater lesson could there be than death?

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Stopped charging Penta-Guillotine.

Tried to knock out Brisk and dump him at Bing's ship.

Went towards my own ship. If allowed, would attempt to leave the DE now, PL requested :3