Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Aug 25, 2014 9:36:02 GMT
Galloping hooves, a steady cataclysmic drumbeat pounding across all the void of space, the nearest star burning dimly a hundred billion light years away (or was it ten). An ashen, pallid horse, the vessel of death itself, braying and stomping it's way through the infinite sky
Zucceta awakes with a gasp, and then moans. Her right arm rests a mangled rest against her battered frame. She growls. They will all die all perish all burn, go to ash to dust to atoms to nothing
She grabs at her dislocated arm with her one good one, trusty lefty. Her fingers clench around the thickest part of her upper arm... and with a great effort, she wrenches it forwards. Her vision erupts in a fiery crimson, and in the darkness of space the sayan mercenary screams with pain, with rage, with a drop of sadness. As the pain of relocating part of her arm knocks her unconscious, her last thought is with Cherimoya...
And then she is a child again.
The world was, before her conquest of it, unnamed. When she was retrieved from the planet, the settlers decided to name it Planet Kohl, after the official who decided to send her there, but as her warrior mind formed and grew, she learned to call the planet Shadow, or sometimes mother.
The planet Shadow was a hard world, that was well known. The days were blistering, the nights sub-zero. Prolonged exposure to the rainwater was toxic, and drinking water had to be found by suckling it from the leaves of flora, after their biology had purified the toxins. As a younger child, Zucceta's space-pod had enough of a supply of water that this did not matter, but around her third birthday, that supply ran out. After being violently ill for weeks, she finally realised the solution. However, in the norther regions of the planet (the safer, more temperate ones) the required plant was unfortunately more uncommon. Venturing south would be suicide, but here... competition for the territories abundant with these plants necessary to survive was fierce.
But Zucceta quickly learned how to defend her territory.
One of the most fearsome specimens on the planet (later named, most imaginatively by the saiyan scientists, a Murder Feline) was akin to a great tiger, though red of fur, but it's head was shaped more like a snake's, and its jaws akin to a crocodiles. These 'murder felines', that of which Zucceta's developing mind would refer to as 'Them', hunted in packs, despite their size. It is rare for them to venture to the north of the planet, so perhaps this particular unruly band of cats had been ousted by another younger, larger, stronger pack. Perhaps that was why they were so desperate.
The area this pack of beasts reach is one of the more picturesque on the planet Shadow. In this particular area, the lakes of water aren't sentient enough to try and devour you, nor does the grass try to trap you forever in a vice-like embrace; this was comparative paradise.
Too bad it was taken.
The young saiyaness descends from the sky in a sudden burst, her two legs impacting solidly on the back of one of the beast's necks. It breaks from the impact. The other beasts hiss and jump back, bewildered and frightened... angry.
The beast beneath her feet whimpers and dies. Zucetta's head rises, meeting each predator's gaze with her own fury. Her head returns to face forwards, where the assumed pack leader stands. She stares at him for what could be minutes or hours,
and then releases a forest-trembling bellow from the pit of her stomach, from the pit of her soul.
The game of the planet Shadow was not one of brute force, not yet. No, the way Zucceta survived was to play the mind-games all animals use; she became the alpha individual, establishing herself as a threat not to be messed with. To establish perceived dominance was enough, most of the time, to avoid combat in a scenario such as this, where victory would have been difficult in a head-on battle. No, this young saiyan warrior used her smarts to survive.
The leader growls, baring his teeth... and then dips his head. Keeping Zucceta in his sights, he begins to back away, back feet trembling, and his pack follows course. Zucceta does not move nor lower her guard until the beasts have retreated back into the thicker canopy, but that day she had won. She needn't worry about food for at least another week, for the muscle of a murder cat was a delicacy to her.
It would be another year before she razed much of the southern forests, and a year and a half before her pick-up, by a bewildered saiyan team expecting to recover a space pod and a skeleton.
Zucceta blinks awake. She glances at her right arm, her right hand. She manages to move the fingers. However, she was still painfully aware that the shoulder joint was out of place. The elbow was better, but the arm was still currently useless. She was pretty sure her legs were usable, but her arm... she needed that.
She takes a deep breath. She wasn't quite sure she'd ever been in this much pain. But the trick to pain was not letting it best you.
To work through it.
She grabs her right arm and pulls.
Graduation day.
Zucceta was considered one of the toughest students at this particular academy, her power-level impressive and her fighting ferocity unmatched even by those born to the elite caste. Saiyan boys also secretly found her attractive... but her attitude rendered her friendless. Not that she cared. She was respected and feared, and that was enough. She was still the alpha.
Saiyan graduation, if you went to one of the academies, generally consisted of a spar with one or more of your tutors, and at this institution it was all of a student's teachers. Generally the student graduates if they finish the first round, with extra merit of they managed to beat further teachers. Usually, the teachers felt pretty secure that they would be able to hold their own, but the fight would establish the young saiyan as a fine warrior and allow both parties to keep their pride.
But today, on this day shortly after Zucceta's 16th birthday, the staff body of this particular academy was sweating.
The arena setup is comparable to that of the Tenkaichi Budokai arena, albeit without rafters for thousands of viewers. Usually, the spar would be conducted without viewers, or with the student's friends - but today, about a hundred of Zucceta's peers had turned up to watch.
Zucceta stood stoically at the center of the arena. She had been waiting there all morning, sitting in a meditative stance until the first of the spectators arrived. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't resting. Zucceta barely slept.
The crowd murmurs as the first of her teachers steps into the ring. Parznip was her first teacher, and by far the weakest. St his prime, he was celebrated as a glorious soldier and also a regular contender as an arena fighter in the saiyan coliseum. In his old age, though, he had become chubby and prideful, reliant on past endeavors to carry his weight. Zucceta had realized this nonchalantly shortly into her first years at the academy, and was looking forward to forcing Sir Parznip to realise his current position.
"Well, my dear, today is your big day! Do you really think you have what it takes to defeat me?" He sneers, his voice high of pitch.
"Shut up and come at me," she implores, her own voice deep and commanding, tone neutral.
Parznip growls. "What cheek! Haven't you learnt to respect your-"
Her words are cut off in an eruption of spittle. His front plate cracks and shatters from a sudden decisive blow from Zucceta to his gut. Eyes bulging, he doubles over. Zucceta tugs his head to her mouth. "I respect only strength and power, neither of which you still possess."
She whips out the palm of her right arm and slams it into her left elbow, cracing the bone and knocking the arm out of shape. As the chubby teacher roars, the young saiyan jumps into the air and sivels her body around, kicking out with her right leg. His head snaps back and he tumbles back, rolling out of the arena in instant unconsciousness.
The crowd roars. Parznip's popularity had been steadily falling for the past decade, and his final comeuppance here was welcomed. Zucceta doesn't smile, but her confidence was at a peak.
"Congratulations, Zucceta! You have now graduated from our academ-"
"Next teacher!"
The next three fighters were progressively stronger fighters, each having taught Zucceta in succession as she ascended from the previous. Each lasted longer, and caused her to exert more effort, but none managed to best her in any way. She is barely panting by the time her final tutor walks into the arena.
Her name is Pankin, and she was once the guard to Zasho Koregutsu I. At this stage in history, though, he had fallen ill, and those in power - his advisors - disliked her sway over the old king, and thus she was forced to leave. She was the one member of the staff body that Zucceta respected, ad the one member that she was unsure if she could best.
"Zucceta. You have already proven yourself as a capable warrior, one of the best to leave these halls in decades. Should you fight me and lose, you will be forced into servitude in a low-class squadron... which essentially amounts to being placed in a meat factory. Are you sure you want to do this?" Her teacher purrs.
Zucceta smiles tiredly. "I think you know the answer, ma'am. I'd rather die than back down."
Pankin nods, before drawing herself into a loose fighting stance. She tilts her head back: come, then.
And thus two behemoths clash in battle. Both forgets the age and station of the other; the two women see only a rival warrior, both worthy of gaining victory 'pon this day. Zucceta was tired, but her confidence in herself, as well as her keenness to prove herself to Pankin of all her teachers was unmatched by any in the room, teacher included.
Both dart towards each other in the very same instant, moving at speed. Both power levels were sitting at around one and a half thousand, but Zucetta's wariness would end up being her downfall in this particular clash. She aims to go for a chopping blow with her left arm to Pankin's neck, land a strong blow early... but her teacher is quick enough to grab her wrist. She smiles, a knowing smile, a smile that says 'I've watched you practice,' before the young Lady Death's arm is bent backwards. She feels a tendon pop and hisses, biting her lip to prevent a yelp. Damn it all
"I've watched you develop, Zuccie, and you're a great warrior now... but I know your moves, and you have never watched me go all out." She chuckles.
"So I'm gonna... have to surprise you!" the sixteen-year warrior grins despite the pain. She kicks out with her right leg, getting a glancing blow off of her teacher's chest... but enough to break the grip. She flips over backwards, landing slightly awkwardly as she rubs her left arm.
She takes a moment to coolly assess the situation. This fight would be a short one, and it could end decisively in one of three ways. Either warrior could lose, or it could end in a draw. Pankin held the upper hand in several respects... but Zucceta thought she had one thing that could turn the tide of battle, alter it's ebb, flow and rhythm to her advantage.
She moves her weakened left arm to her chest, takes a deep breath, before rushing back into the heart of the combat. Pankin laughs, prepared to counter any move Zucetta might throw...
But, this one.
Straining, the young saiyan growls and lifts up her left arm. In it comfortably buzzing is an orb of red energy. Pankin can't help but gawk; Zucetta had never demonstrated the ability to so precisely concentrate an attack like this, t'was an ability that many only learned on the battlefield after many missions! Thrusting her hand forwards in an attack that would one day soon be named 'Warhead', a red beam of energy of concentrated power that would break through Pankin's weak, hastily thrown block. The saiyan teacher would be blown backwards, tumbling through the air in a broken pirouette, before slamming into the tiled floor.
The spectators are speechless. Zucetta raises her head to the ceiling and roars. She had won. She turns to leave, grinning from ear to ear. She had beaten Pankin, beat her one true riv
A blast takes her from behind, a green roar enveloping the young saiyan. Her teacher was sitting up, a bloody smile trickling from her mouth. "Make sure always... Zuccie... that your opponent is down for the count... hahah..." she murmurs, before lulling back into true unconsciousness, as her student, too, falls into a comfortable blackness...
The saiyan awakes. She must have slept for four days; her body feels better, though her lungs and ribs still needed attention. She wheezes, and glances at the monitor - she was an hour from the planet. She realised the name was familiar.
Earth? Earth?
How did she know Earth?
It mattered not. The saiyan would recuperate, would strengthen, and then would return to Vegeta to obliterate her foes. Their were questions that needed answering.
But for now...
Earth.
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Post by Hyoza on Aug 26, 2014 22:39:59 GMT
2171 Pl awarded on top of your 5930 transferred PL from Akio - so 8101 starter PL for this character! Interesting read, with only a few scattered mistakes or oddly-worded bits. I'd warn against making your character seem too-badass to be believable, but otherwise a decent post, and it gives a great insight into the character's back story and personality. Loved the music, btw, really sets the tone I look forward to seeing what you come up with next!
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