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Post by Daika on Apr 16, 2016 4:57:40 GMT
The Spinach Wastes was a large stretch of mostly flat land, filled with farms and isolated homes that were dotted here and there, sometimes there was a mountain or two of course, but it was because of this flatness that made it very popular with farmers. However, there was a different reason as to why the Albino Saiyan was now in this particular area, and that was the wildlife.
These wastes were filled with wild dinosaurs, who patrolled the landscape searching for food and creature to hunt and feed upon. The Ostrich Chicken population that had risen over the years due to the ever increasing demand of food was a staple of their diet, and farmers regularly had to make sure the dreadful reptiles stayed off their property. The great beasts were hard to control, and their numbers were always increasing. So the Saiyan decided to test his training on a few. It’s not like the farmers would mind a few of them being blown to bits, after all.
Daika was currently resting on a large rock, waiting for another dinosaur or two to appear from behind one of the nearby rock formations. He was sure that the smell of burning meat would attract more. As he was beginning to lose his patience, another of the great beasts appeared. It was a massive reptile, and he identified it as being a Paozusaurus, one of the more dangerous kinds of dinosaurs. Its head was adorned with several bony spikes, two on either side of the head, and one on the very top, sticking upwards. They all sloped backwards at a slight angle, a bit like the bony frill of a Triceratops. Both of its arms ended in three fingers, each tipped with a single large claw for gripping prey, and they were also quite short, like the arms of a T-Rex.
It stomped towards one of the carcasses of another dinosaur, intent on eating it, however, before it could, the Saiyan extended one of its arms, pointing his index and middle fingers straight at the beast. A small red ball of energy then appeared on the fingers tips, and a second later, a thin beam of red ki shot forth towards the great beast. As soon as the blast hit, the Paozusaurus exploded into cooked chunks of meat and bone, its body parts flying around the area before coming to rest around the Saiyan. The warrior smirked, before retracting his fingers back into his closed fist. Although I don’t particularly like killing, these beasts are a nuisance to the farmers and their animals in the area. Lowering the population of these dinosaurs will be a boon to the people and their families that live here.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2016 6:36:11 GMT
A large wasteland of just rock and mountain. A sky full of light blue and harsh yellow rays that beamed down ruthlessly. It was extremely hot where Caesar was, and the walking made it all the much worse. The kagami warrior hadn't learned the technique to fly yet in the day or so he'd been on Earth, much to his own surprise. It seemed like something that came so naturally to people of his strength level. The slavers at his old planet didn't have as high an energy as the strangely blonde haired kid had, but they could fly like they had been born with the ability. Maybe that is the key. Does one really learn how to fly, or are they born with the ability?Caesar was actually upset with himself with the coming of that thought. If he had thought of it sooner he could have asked Chili, the police dog that he had met soon after he landed on the planet Earth. Chili was a patrolman for some faction on Earth who was extremely hyper to do the right thing. Caesar had just been minding his own business when he was accosted by some thugs and dealt with them swiftly. The watchdog had come over proclaiming that the kagami had "done too much" and "used excessive force to the point of death". It was all semantics in Caesar's mind. If it weren't for the fact that the young zoanthrope had been much stronger than Caesar, he would have probably taken out the patrolman as well. The blonde haired boy still didn't know if he should kick himself for that loss, or be proud he stood up to someone of that faction as long as he did. He'd know the answer if it weren't for the fact that he'd never heard of the "Galactic Patrol". They sounded to be some sort of vigilante group operating as through they had the authority of the actual human police. Regardless, the entire situation was strange. After having his ass handed to him, Caesar left the city quietly, which is why he had been traveling for so long to get where he was now. The kagami had no maps and no way to tell where he was on this new planet. His previous idea of just "feeling the planet out and getting a sense of direction" was very much not working out. The part of Earth he had just been on was very much to his liking in terms of temperature, but this new place was far too hot and he had too little hydration. Although he was a slave and was used to being malnourished, going on day 6 without food or water was definitely tough for the kagami boy. He didn't want to have to just take the next meal he saw regardless of who owned it, but the situation was getting very dire and it appeared that Caesar would have no other choice than to just steel himself and take it. It was getting to the point where Caesar had to struggle to just stay on his feet. He had run out of water a while ago and food even longer before. It was then that he had struck his lucky gold mine. Peering just over the cliff of a steep plateau that he was currently on, the young kagami could see over the rocks that there was a few homes it appeared, with plenty of farm land as well as what looked like animals to eat. He could easily knock on the doors around and see if any had some food to spare, and if worse came to worse...well...he didn't sense a power level higher than his in the area. Suffice to say, he had been saved whether or not the humans in the area wanted to do any saving of their own. Taking a slide down on the plateau, he had kept his back curved slightly to slide down easier. On any other day where he had eaten or felt up to his full strength, he could just have jumped down, but the young kagami didn't feel like leaping to an early grave. He would take the safe route and ultimately live longer in this instance. His general life plan of taking down an entire race wasn't quite as safe, but that was the most dangerous plan he had for himself. He also wanted to see himself live until he could give that a go. Once he got close to the bottom, he would bend his legs slightly to absorb the impact. It didn't hurt that much, but he still felt it due to his fatigued state. "Ow, damn it that hurt. I really need something to eat...why did I take so little before? This Earth is really strange."Caesar was still very new to the concept of Earth. Whereas his old planet most of the Earth experienced the same weather at the same time, the Earth had separate seasons based on the tilt in its axis. He preferred it the old way, although he really preferred not to be enslaved, so he would take what he could get. Wiping the dirt specs that had scattered up on his legs and pants when he landed, he also put away his drawn sword as to not scare or worry the locals. The kagami didn't know how to use it well, but it was a weapon regardless, and it felt right to him. Walking up to the house closest to him and the rocks, he would knock on the door as lightly as he though necessary. After the second knock, he had broken a small chip through the door. Retracting his hand quickly, the blonde haired warrior knew he had probably knocked too hard. Only moments later the door would fling open and a human male would be staring at Caesar. He didn't look very happy. "Can you tell me why you thought it necessary to put a hole in my door? What the hell do you want?"Caesar already didn't like the man's tone, but he would forgive it based on the nature of why he was there in the first place. "I'm sorry to bother, but do you have any spare food? I have been walking for days now and the heat is really getting to me. Some water would also be nice."The man looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back up at the sword user. He gave a sympathetic look which rose Caesar's hopes. "You know, that would be nice. You know what else would be nice? A new door. Thanks, jackass."The human would then slam the door in the kagami's face, the force of it closing actually ripping a slightly larger hole in the door. Caesar would give a huge frown and contemplate destroying the house if it weren't for the other houses in the vicinity. The blonde warrior was very hungry, but he could save his rage for the next house that denied him. Although it wouldn't take much to destroy this place. It was a farm, which was similar to what the kagami had served as a slave on his entire life. It would probably persuade the next house even more if they knew he was the one who got rid of their neigh- A loud crash. An explosion had occurred somewhere nearby, and it had contained Ki, and it was nothing to sneeze at. It was definitely something that enticed Caesar, a man who had been interested in Ki and energy levels ever since he could start feeling them. He would take off on his feet, running to the area that it seemed to have come from. It was in a basin, a bit lower than the level he was currently on, a small distance away from the houses. Although it was on a lower level, it was only about ten or so feet. Getting a closer glimpse, it appeared that one of the giant beasts that lived in the area had been blown to kingdom come. It's meat and bones still littered the sky before they came crashing down. It was chaos, or so it seemed, until Caesar felt the energy of the man who presumably caused the situation. A man, a far away man, with long hair. Not even suppressing his energy, the kagami warrior could feel it well. It was much higher than his own. Taking a small leap down to the lower field, Caesar would begin a slow walk over to the man who was about 50 meters away. Despite the distance, the kagami would yell to him. "Hey! That explosion was you, right? That meat looks tasty and I haven't had anything to eat in a long while, could I partake? Would you happened to have any water as well? That would be great!"The kagami had no choice but to lay his cards on the table. This human was stronger than the bladed warrior, or at least, that was how it felt. Maybe he would show mercy. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thread PL: 4,200 Heavy Weights Equipped!Weighted PL: 1,050 Daika
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Post by Daika on Apr 16, 2016 9:03:15 GMT
As the last of the Paozusaurus parts hit the ground, the Saiyan suddenly detected a small power-level of about one thousand approaching his position. He swiftly got to his feet and turned around to face this newcomer, his tail swaying in the air freely. It was a young boy, clad in some kind of green and white suit or armor, with a pair of swords hanging from his waist. He approached slowly, however he called out to Daika, asking if he could eat some of the meat from the remains of the Dinosaurs, and if he perhaps had some water. The Albino didn’t have a problem with him eating the meat from the dead corpses, they weren’t going anywhere anyway. As for water, he had a canteen hanging from his side.
He threw his arms out to his sides, making a gesture to the various dead reptiles littered about. “Go ahead, it’s not like anyone really want’s it anyway. Hell, eat it all if you want! As for water, I have a canteen here. Feel free to come on over if you wish to have some.” He then began to walk towards the youth himself. He was always interested in listening to the stories of warriors, how they were raised to such power, be it from training or some other means. He seems nice enough. He looked to be human, and the Saiyan was still aware that certain people upon this planet harbored grudges against his race for the horrors that they inflicted during the invasion. Hopefully, this one didn’t have such feelings.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2016 9:55:22 GMT
The blond kagami would walk closer to the man who had ended the giant beasts of the area. It certainly had to take some power to perform these acts, of this Caesar had no doubts. From the explosions he felt and the bursts of Ki, it was reasonably assumed by the kagami that the man he'd come to face with soon was aware of Ki, and if that was true, he could probably tell that his own was at a higher level than Caesar's own. If it came down to a fight between the two, the kagami could tell the situation wouldn't be on his side. At most, he could only run from the man if things went sour, and Caesar had a way of running into people that could fly while he had the distinct non ability to due so. Regardless, all of this caution was seemingly rendered pointless with the answer to his own questions. The man had no trouble at all offering up the already cooked animals to the young kagami warrior to eat, as well as some water that he had at his side. The entire deal would seem to good to be true if it weren't for Caesar's own lack of actual food in his stomach. At this point, the boy might as well have been delirious entirely to turn down such an amazing offer. Luckily, he was in no such state. Giving a wide smile, the boy would saunter over to the nearest body of burned flesh and meat. Disregarding manners for the time being, Caesar would rip into the animal as it he was as feral as any beast on the planet. Without even cutting anything off, just with his teeth, the boy would rip and tear the flesh and meat to make it more accessible to his own mouth. It would appear to anyone else as just a constant stream of flesh and muscle pouring into the kagami's gob. It was ugly, uglier than the blond boy might've allowed had he been more fed, but desperate times called for such extreme measures. After some of the food began to replenish him, he would take a slower time at the process, and begin to use his ki to evenly cut pieces to make less chewing. He was in heaven; the meat being just so perfectly singed to a wonderful rarity, it was as though the man who had killed the beasts intended to also cook them as well. The man. The water. Caesar had forgotten entirely about the man and the precious water he possessed, but the former slave wouldn't forget his offer. The water he held at his side was equally Caesars, based on his own words. Something that he needed to now take advantage of, Caesar would turn to the man, getting his first look of him. He had extremely long white hair, as well as a set of...battle armor. Very much like the kind that saiyan's wor- ... A tail. "Ooooh no..."The man clearly had a tail as well as battle armor. On his side he had a glorious container for life's precious need, the liquid flowing water. More importantly, on his chest, he wore battle armor. An immense mix of emotions swirled in the young boys head. Years of slavery and whippings and constant looking down on by the saiyan boys who would come by his hovel would come rushing to his mind. While all this took place, it would only appear as though Caesar was staring a the man...the saiyan. Do I even take the water? This is clearly a saiyan...a fucking saiyan. It just had to be. Why is a member of the worst race ever in front of me right now.Caesar would look down at the broken up rocky ground underneath him. His brain still confused as to what to say. Whatever came out of his mouth would no doubt be filled with emotion. "Listen...you...that tail means you are apart of the worst race of people. The saiyans are people I hate so much. You're offering me water and you've fed me food that was yours when these dumb humans wouldn't. I'll...I'll give you a chance. You're not actually saiyan, right? There is some other race indigenous to Earth with similar tails and suits. Tell me that is true."Caesar would hate to have to fight someone who had just shown him such kindness, but the saiyan race had taken everything from him, especially his childhood. It just didn't get much bitter than what Caesar was to the saiyans. If the man had announced that he was in fact a saiyan, then Caesar would come at him immediately, jumping slightly upwards into the air to come down throwing a fist from above to the saiyan. If he didn't mention that the statement was true, Caesar would continue to stand there until he'd answer. Daika
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Post by Daika on Apr 17, 2016 4:55:09 GMT
Daika watched as the young boy slowly walk over to the closest hunk of dinosaur, before ignoring all and any sort of manners as he began to rip into its flesh, such as a wild beast would do. It suddenly dawned on the Saiyan that he was most likely starving, which is why he had asked about the meat in the first place. He couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him, but at least he would not be starving for long. He continued to rip and tear at the meat with his teeth and hands, stuffing it as fast as he could into his mouth. The Albino chuckled. “No matter how hungry one might be, it is far better to eat slowly then to eat quickly, so that one may appreciate the taste of the food that he is eating.” However, the hybrid didn’t seem to notice as he continued to eat.
As his stomach began to fill, the Saiyan noticed that the newcomer’s manners had begun to return, as he began to slow his eating, using his ki to slice the meat into evenly cut pieces before chewing. He still continued to enjoy it, even though Daika hadn’t really wanted to cook the beast’s flesh to such a great degree. Perhaps, I should become a cook. If this boy loves what I could do with just two fingers, imagine what I could do with both hands! I could become a world famous chef, and I could get my own restaurant! And with the money from that, I could retire early and live with Arias and the kids in our quite little house. It’s perfect.
While the Saiyan was distracted by his thoughts, he neglected to notice that the Kagami/Konatsian Hybrid had begun to stare at him, eyes wide in surprise. The boy was just now realizing that he was dealing with a Saiyan, the one race in the universe that he hated the most. Just before Caesar began to talk, Daika snapped out of his daydream and noticed that the young boy was beginning to get emotional.
He began to speak, first by talking about how Daika was a member of the race which was “The worst kind of people”, and that he hated the Saiyans so much. He had heard it all before. So many people’s lives had been destroyed by the Saiyans, ripped away and torn to shreds under the feet of their boots, however, does the deeds of the few really mean that the victim should judge the many? The longest time the Saiyan had spent on Vegeta was a few years while he was a teenager, when he was finally rescued from the planet he was sent as a child to destroyed. Ever since, he had barely set foot on his real home. He had been war-zones and ruins. He had seen what the Saiyans did to all and any who stood in their way. But he was not a normal Saiyan, while his Albinism might be physical proof of this, there was a difference mentally as well. Unlike others of his kind, he had seen what his actions had done, how their lives had been destroyed.
And he hated it. He hated his own race, apart from a few exceptions, for what they continually do. It was not right to take the lives of those who did nothing to deserve such pain and suffering. He then attempted to deny the fact that a Saiyan could have shown him such kindness, and that in fact he was a different kind of creature. The Saiyan’s smile slowly faded into a neutral expression. “It is true, that I am a Saiyan. But should one blame the many for the acts of a few? Should you blame an entire race for being bloodthirsty monsters, when here is one before you which definitely does not fit that criteria? Take humans, for example. Not all of them are good, nor are all of them bad. They are all different. The Saiyans might mostly be “evil”, however that does not mean that we all follow the same path like a herd of sheep following a sheep herder.”
Suddenly, the young man jumped up in the air, before hurtling down with his fist outstretched, intent on hitting Daika right in the face. He allowed the hit to connect, knocking his head back as it impacted, however he showed remarkable restraint as he refused to retaliate. The hit would probably leave a bruise, but he did not think it was right to strike back. It seems that like many before him, Caesar had been mistreated, or had lost those closest to him because of the Saiyans. And so, the Albino just stood there.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2016 6:34:35 GMT
The white haired tailed monster had confirmed that he was in fact, a member of Caesar's most hated race. It wasn't a difficult decision to make; the kagami warrior would rush at the first confirmation of this fact and continue with the plan he'd mapped in his head. Rising up in the air a bit and coming down harsh to deliver a punch to the face. It all worked fine, and Caesar had put all his force behind it, but the blow had only knocked the white haired saiyan's head back a bit. It was remarkable, not only the amount of strength the blonde warrior had thought he'd put behind his fist, but also the fact that he now wasn't on his back thirty meters away. The kagami boy could discern that he was in fact weaker than the saiyan in front of him, which made it all the more remarkable that the man didn't throw a punch back. Just standing there, clearly aware that Caesar had punched him, he remained unmoving. It was slightly unnerving, almost as if he didn't need to do anything to just beat the blonde warrior. This required some regrouping. Taking a quick jump around 20 feet back, the blonde swordsman would stare daggers at the saiyan. His words before being punched came to Caesar slowly, but surely he recalled basically everything he said. He did make a good point, the saiyan in front of him didn't seem like the terrible monkeys that the kagami swordsman had come to know on Vegeta. Those monsters were slave owners, not caring whether or not the people they enslaved had needs or wants in life. It was just that way to them. There were masters and there were slaves. Of course, when it came to being the owner, Caesar would take steps necessary to be that strong of a force. Never again in his life would be allow himself to be weak enough to be a slave. He'd always be on the top, never falling down in the graces of the universe. Fuck goddesses, fuck the saiyans, fuck the kagami. Fuck. Everything.His hate and rage building up, his power level would hit it's current limit. Defeating his saiyan in front of him would be the first test of many. He couldn't just stop at one. It would be the entire saiyan race under his heel, and then he'd turn to his own race in disgust. Gathering his Ki up in a ball and thrusting his arms outwards, the Ki ball would continually gather energy as the kagami warrior spoke. "You...you know nothing what I've gone through. Your race made me a slave for 30 years. I doubt you've ever even heard of the kagami being free, but I am. I'm a free kagami, and I've come to Earth to liberate it. I will liberate it from every saiyan scum that resides here, and then I'll take my rage to Vegeta and do the same thing there. You have no idea how long I've waited for someone like you to just step in my path here. I'd actually pity you if you knew one tenth of the pain I have. Every day hard labor, whippings, and stale food that your "owner" didn't want. Do you have any idea how us kagami suffer? NO. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW. BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW. BECAUSE YOU DOOOOOON'T!!!"Caesar's rage would manifest in the form of a large purple beam of energy, spiraling rapidly at the white haired saiyan in front of him. Of course, he had every intention to blow the tailed man off the face of the Earth, but he'd be pretty wiped afterwards. Regardless, it was worth it to the blond warrior if it meant one less saiyan in existence. If it hit, it would do some amount of damage to the saiyan, currently unknown to Caesar as he didn't have the level headedness to bother gauging the man's strength. In reality, the blast would probably be knocked away and cause some destruction to the wasteland. Either way, after the blast was unleashed, the blond haired kagami warrior would fall to his knees from lack of energy. Daika
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Post by Daika on Apr 18, 2016 5:42:05 GMT
He continued to watch Caesar as he jumped back quite a large distance away. The youth’s punch had barely left a mark, yet he could feel that he was trying to give it his all. Rage was an effective catalyst to bring out a warrior’s true strength in a battle, the Saiyan knew this from personal experience. Even when weighed down by his heavy armor, which cut off three quarters of his strength, the boy still could not leave that much of a mark. He could see that now he began to think over his reply. This showed him that the teen was still open to reason, and that this did not have to end in violence.
Suddenly, his power level began to spike upwards, most likely in preparation of some kind of attack. As if on cue, an energy ball formed in his hand. It seems that he was trying harder this time to remove the Albino Saiyan from his path. It seems that his rage for the Saiyans truly knew no bounds as he continued to charge up his attack. It was now that he decided to speak, and the Saiyan listened to his words. He shouted at Daika, saying that he didn’t know the pain and suffering that he had gone through, and that the Saiyans had made him their slave for… 30 years? It seems that he was a lot older than he looked. Being enslaved was not that surprising either, as that was one of the more common reasons to why people hated Saiyans. He doubted that his people were the only ones in the universe who used slaves, in any case. He then began to rattle off about something called a “Kagami”, and that he was here to liberate the earth from every Saiyan that lived here.
As soon as he said he was going to try and kill every Saiyan on earth, Daika could only chuckle to himself. This man was attempting to murder some of the strongest fighters in the universe, if he was going to do that. And then he said that he would then travel back to Vegeta and “Liberate” their very own planet from themselves. And then came the part that a lot of people liked to throw around, so much had the Saiyan heard things like “YOU DON’T KNOW MY PAIN” that he didn’t really listen to such talk anymore, and he tended to zone out of boredom. As he ended his heroic speech, he fired his attack, a large purple beam flew towards the Saiyan. Only deciding now to act, the Saiyan seemed to simple disappear before the attack hit him, instead it flew off into one of the nearby rock formations.
Daika re-appeared behind the Kagami hybrid, and began to clear his throat in preparation to reply to Caesar’s earlier speech. Not a scratch was on him, which would most likely make him scared, or perhaps even more angry. “Not a bad speech at all. Firstly, liberating Earth and Vegeta from the Saiyans… I can assure you no SSE loyal Saiyans live here on Earth, and the nice Saiyans and Saiyan-Hybrids who do live here are far beyond even my own power. They are rather nice people, who, last time I checked, helped protect the planet from a Saiyan invasion. Should they be killed for trying to protect the innocent? Trying to attack Vegeta would be absolute suicide, I’m afraid. The most powerful Saiyans and Hybrids in the galaxy live on that rock, and they can destroy planets with a single attack. Next, what the heck’s a Kagami? I don’t believe I have ever seen or heard of the word before. And lastly, don’t ever say to someone “You don’t know the pain I have suffered”, because there is always someone else who has suffered far greater, and you never know if that person who has is the one who you are currently speaking to.”
With those questions out the way, he turned to address the Hybrids point of view overall. “Whilst your goal may seem wonderful in your own mind, imagine what killing so many people would do. How many fathers, mothers and children must die so that your revenge can be sated? Violence only leads to further violence, and that is all that it has ever done. If you truly want to change things, then you should go at it from a different direction. I have children of my own, who haven’t even been born yet. Should they die as well, even though they haven’t done anything? You should look at it from all directions instead of just one, my good fellow.”
Finished, the Saiyan once again disappeared from behind the Kagami, reappearing where he was standing before the newcomer released his attack. He crossed his arms, waiting for him to try and talk his way out of this.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 6:22:04 GMT
Once Caesar unleashed the attack, it seemed as though it would obliterate everything in it's way. The blast traveled quickly, breaking every rock along the way, traveling in a steady stream all the way across the wasteland where it ended upon hitting a large plateau and bursting the rocks, causing them to slide down in a landslide. Once the blast's afterimage was gone, it was clear the path it took, leading from the ragged swordsman all the way across the barren floor, carving a semicircle line the entire distance. It was quite the feat, something Caesar was proud of, especially when he remembered that he was aiming to destroy the white haired saiyan. All traces of the man were gone, causing Caesar to drop his arms and hunch over a bit from fatigue and smile.
"That's what you get ya saiyan bastard, you shouldn't have been born the way you wer-"
A voice appeared behind Caesar, causing the boy to fall over on his face. The shock had been immense, but the kagami boy had quickly put two and two together, quickly rising to his feet again. It was clear the blond swordsman was tired on his feet, but he tried to hide it from the saiyan he was once again face to face with. Caesar's pride from the attack was now instantly dashed with the knowledge that it didn't even add any dust to the saiyan's armor. Truly useless, the attack had been, and now he was just scrambling to start off another, when the saiyan began to speak up.
He spoke about the saiyan's on Earth, and how none of them, hybrid or full, wanted any sort of destruction of Earth, or any enslavement of humans. In fact, most of them had been here during a saiyan invasion, which was in part repelled due to these "nice" saiyan's and hybrids. Caesar hadn't actually known that there was an invasion by the saiyans on this planet, let alone the fact that it was repelled. The saiyan in front of him continued on, saying it would be suicide to attack planet Vegeta, based solely on the sheer strength they have. It made a lot of sense, what this saiyan said. He was stronger than Caesar, and claimed to be much weaker than those here as well as on planet Vegeta. However, in a very messed up way, Caesar still saw fault with this. It wasn't fair to the humans or anyone who had defended this planet to think this way, but it was still something that bugged the kagami boy. He would voice this opinion, but the man resumed talking, stating that Caesar shouldn't assume he had the worst history, as there were people bound to have it worse off that him. Of thing, the former slave had doubts. It would be impossible to fact check his own terrible history against every other person's and compare, but Caesar still thought he had it off worse.
Lastly, the saiyan brought up a point that was the kagami warrior's personal least favorite topic when it came to his own plans of saiyan annihilation. All the innocent saiyan's; the men, women, and children who are innocent in this fight yet have to suffer based on his own revenge. He had an answer for this as well, but it was much more cynical. When it came to this type of thinking, even Caesar didn't want to admit he had these thoughts.
"Well, to address you first point, I'm actually glad that the saiyans were repelled from this place. It seems the warriors of Earth might've...missed a few...but I understand that you believe there to be some "nice" saiyan's among the humans here, and that you fight to protect the Earth. It makes sense, but I already have a point that incriminates you all. If the saiyan's led a massive scale attack here, and the protectors of Earth won, why didn't they kill this leader of saiyans? Why do the elites of that army still draw breath despite their loss? I can take a shot at the broadside of a barn and assume it was a saiyan like you or some hybrid that convinced the humans to let the leaders go, that they had "learned their lesson", am I right? Makes sense that you all wouldn't want your ACTUAL leaders to perish while you worked undercover for them."
Caesar was so certain that he had this entire situation right, which infuriated him more. Why did every saiyan have to be so evil? All they did was enslave and murder and conquer, he knew that to be true his entire life. Not once had the kagami boy heard of a "nice" saiyan, nor did he believe in their existence. The saiyan would disappear once again, surprising the kagami, until he could feel the tailed man standing behind him again, back where he was. The difference in strength was angering, but he didn't need strength for this. With his own truth staring him in the face, Caesar would continue the verbal onslaught.
"Also, about the innocent children and such...don't you see that they have to die? They don't get a choice just as much as I didn't get a choice to be forced into slavery by your race at such a young age. My mother didn't get to choose either, nor did the other kids that I grew up with. We were whipped every day and fed terrible food, and hardly any of it at that. All this as a kid, the mental, verbal, sexual abuse, and we didn't get to choose. In fact, I think that is a much harsher fate than what I propose. Death is so much quicker. If you had offered me something like that, or years more of slavery, I'd have begged you to end my life."
At this point, Caesar would get a bit hysterical, laughing as he spoke.
"Death, my dear saiyan, is so much quicker and sweeter. Come on, I'll let you go right now instead of enslavement. Doesn't that sound like a nice deal? SUCH A NICE DEAL?"
The words would come out of Caesar's mouth faster than he'd have liked. Taking a moment to regain composure, the boy would retain his calm face from before.
"Also, I should have figured you wouldn't care to learn the name of the race you're enslaving, but a kagami is a race that has been enslaved by yours for hundreds of years. So long, that we age physically even slower than you saiyans. That is why I look so young, despite being 30. So it's like, I work longer and only seem to get the credit of a shorter amount. Your race made it somehow so that we can live longer and work longer without having to get a replacement. Really fucked up, ain't it?"
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Post by Daika on Apr 18, 2016 9:10:16 GMT
It seems that Caesar has been questioned about these things before, as he had his own comebacks for all of the Saiyans points. He said that if the Saiyans on earth were so good and all, why had they not killed the Queen? And he then accused all of the Saiyans still on earth, most likely including himself, that they had let her go instead of killing her, and that they all still owed allegiance to Queen Zucceta, and that the remaining Saiyans on Earth continued to work undercover for her. This statement sickened Daika, as he had met some of these so called “Undercover Saiyans”, and not a single one still cared for the Saiyan Solar Empire. They had bled so that Earth could live, and now this guy was just accusing every single one of them that they couldn’t even do their jobs correctly?
The Saiyan could only shake his head. “What did I say, my friend? Violence creates more Violence. If they had killed the Queen, the Saiyans would have come back for Earth, this time in far greater numbers intent on finishing the job they started. Should you not be surprised a single planet could hold off an entire galaxy-spanning empire? Is that not good enough for you? The reason these Saiyans came to Earth in the first place was to escape the empire, why would they continue to help it? Tell me this, have you ever seen a Super Saiyan before? Have you ever seen the sheer destruction and death one of those can cause? Now, imagine someone had mastered and combined both the Super Saiyan form and the Great Ape, and created something far more powerful? It’s amazing that Earth’s defenders managed to win against such staggering odds at all!”
He didn’t know if the man had ever seen or heard of the legendary Super Saiyan form before, if he was a slave for the more noble houses he might have seen clips of them from imperial propaganda or from news in the street.
He then began to say that the children had to die as well. This statement sickened him, what kind of sick bastard would want children, who had done nothing wrong to die? He continued on saying that they deserved it because of his and his family’s life as slaves, and that if Daika had offered Caesar death, he would have begged for it. This guy really is messed up, he needs help, someone who can show him that this is not the right course of action. However, he was unsure if the Kagami hybrid would even listen to such things, as he seemed to be dead set of performing genocide. His need for help seemed to grow as he began to laugh hysterically as he said death was a nice thing.
After that, he seemed to calm down, finally getting a hold of himself. The final thing he addressed was what exactly a Kagami was, which he told the Saiyan was a race of people that had been enslaved by the Saiyans for hundreds of years, and that they were genetically altered so that they could live longer, work longer without a replacement. That seemed like a very Saiyan thing to do, after all.
Now that he had finished talking, the Albino prepared a counter argument. “I see that in your rush for revenge, you have neglected to see the bigger picture. In your efforts to destroy the Saiyans, you are beginning to act, no BECOME one yourself. You want to kill innocent fathers, mothers and children, just like every Saiyan child is FORCED to do in order to become a “Warrior”. Did you know that, Caesar? It is not by choice every Saiyan is turned into a brutal, merciless killing machine, it is because as a child, every last one is thrown into an Attack pod and sent to an alien planet. When they are there, they are forced into their Great Ape state, a transformation they cannot control. Because of this, they are forced to rampage and murder millions of innocent lives, while they have no idea they are doing it! You see, it’s not the Saiyan’s themselves who are the bad guys, they were raised by those before them to act and be like how they are. No, it is the top dogs who are the ones who did this. The Queen and her “Inner Circle” of commanders and generals, who enforce these barbaric “laws” and make sure all Saiyans stay loyal. Do you want to know why you barely see any Saiyans outside of the SSE? Because they try to hunt down every last traitor. All these good Saiyans on Earth are still alive only because they managed to stop this from happening. Hell, the only reason why I haven’t been hunted down yet is because they think I’m dead. I’m sorry for the enslavement of your race, I really am. If I was in a position of power, and I could free them, I would have done so without hesitation. You are strong, this is indeed true. I can see you growing far stronger in the future, perhaps strong enough to finally fulfill your goals. However, if that time ever comes, would you have what it takes to kill all the Saiyans, and become the thing you hate the most, or only defeat those responsible for what has happened to you and your family?”
He continued to stare at Caesar, looking as if he was staring into the newcomer’s very soul. What he had said was true, and he hoped that now he could finally see reason. “Think about it, before you reply. Also, if you still want that water, the offer is still open.” He then turned and walked back to where he was sitting at the beginning of their meeting, and sat down once more, leaving the Hybrid standing where he was to ponder over what he had been told.
@jacobsu
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 3:11:32 GMT
Caesar had realized that he was probably pretty far gone at this point, his rage and anger had really taken a hold of him with one of those last things he'd said. It really wasn't something that Caesar wanted, becoming the monster in all of this, but it was more of a matter of trust that he just didn't have. Every saiyan in his life had wronged him in some way, and most of them were scars that the boy would have to endure the rest of his life. Caesar was having a tough time accepting that this time would be any different just because it was taking place on Earth. All the former slave had come to know in life was that saiyans are a terrible race of murderers and slavers just because they could, and that the kagami were weak enough to be enslaved for hundreds of years and they no longer should live, as all they were during was giving birth to more slaves who would come to hate their existence as well. Nobody deserved to be enslaved, especially not such a weak race like what Caesar was from. His hatred would allow him to free all people from the tailed species that had given reason for genocide time and time again. Although Caesar had given shining examples as to why every saiyan was still loyal to the queen, even those on Earth, this white haired tailed man decided to still give a defense for them, which of course would be futile just like the words he spoke before. According to him, even if they killed the queen, more saiyans would charge Earth, bent on its destruction. It made some sense, but at the same time, Caesar knew what kind of race the saiyans were. The strongest were royalty, and the leader of all saiyans would no doubt be the strongest. It didn't make much sense to Caesar that if they could beat the strongest, that more coming would be a difference. The former slave had grown up to know that the queen was strong enough to blow up a planet with a single move if she so wished. If they could presumably defeat and kill her, why wouldn't they just blow up the planet of the saiyans? Or at least, it didn't make sense until the white hair made a point to talk about the legendary super saiyan, as well as the terrible apes that saiyans were known to be able to transform into. Both of these were atrocities, and both were limited to just the saiyan race. If every saiyan was capable of turning into the giant monkey at least, it made sense that they would be hesitant to end the life of their leader. The amount of destruction alone...the tailed man in front of Caesar had made a good enough point for now on that case, but there was still a matter of another point the kagami had brought up, causing the white haired saiyan to ramble on about that. He stated that Caesar was no better than the saiyans that enslaved people by just killing them all, and that he had to act better to be better. He also explained to the hapless blond haired boy of a similar torment that saiyans go through, being sent in pods to different words and being forced to transform into their ape forms to ravage the worlds they landed on. It sounded awful, as well as the reason to why many saiyans stayed with the SSE was because the act of being a saiyan and not being on the SSE side was seen as traitorous and they were hunted down and killed. The saiyan before Caesar had managed to escape such trouble by their own oversight as thinking he was dead already. It seemed like a lucky break, a little too lucky for the kagami boy to trust fully, but he'd take it as truth for now. The blond boy didn't see any reason as to distrust the saiyan for now. Lastly, he spoke of Caesar's own strength, and that he knew the kagami could get strong enough one day to possibly even put his plan into action, but when he could, should he? The actions of this could have a domino effect on his own life. Potentially just defeating his foes was enough to truly liberate him and his family. Family. At the mention of family, Caesar would chuckle. He heard the offer about the water but would disregard it for now. He needed to speak up and address the saiyan who so though he new the kagami boy. "Listen...saiyan white haired guy...I'm sure you are a model citizen and that I'm just the crazy one. I am willing to bet that you've never done wrong in your life. But that is not the way the world works my "friend". Out there, in space, on other planets, people don't give a SHIT it you're good to them. No matter how hard you work, if you are the weaker one, you are the one "getting it" from people, never giving it yourself. You can try to compare my story to the sadness that you or other saiyans might've endured, but it still comes up short. Really short. These humans, if they had the ability to stop the queen herself from taking over their planet, why not go further? They could free other planets, free other slaves...but they wouldn't, would they. That would be too much work, after all. Everyone only cares for themselves. So worried about their own little bubble. But what I do...what I plan...it will change everything! Affect everyone! I'll save this entire universe by stomping out your race, which so callously sits at the top of the food chain. I do not mind taking on such a burden...after all I firmly believe I'm the only one who can do it. The day I kill the saiyan queen is the day I can take a break from my anger. But until then..."Caesar's energy would be growing, back to were it was previously. "I have to get rid of all of those who stand in my way. Tell me know, saiyan man, are you with me or against me?"Of course, Caesar would know that any attempt at attacking would be roughly futile. At this point it was a matter of principle. To make sure that every saiyan knew where he stood, and that they all either hopped on his side and swore that they were against the saiyan queen, or denied him and were undoubtedly on her side after all. There wasn't a middle that he could see. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Daika
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Post by Daika on Apr 20, 2016 7:12:50 GMT
This guy thinks he has it all right, that he is the “Good guy” and that every Saiyan is just another murderer, the Saiyan thought as he waited for the newcomer to reply. Maybe I’ll finally be able to get through to him. The chat was great and all, but Caesar’s stubbornness was beginning to make the warrior become slightly angry. His refusal to see the situation from anyone else’s point of view except his own made it even harder to get through to him. However, as the Kagami hybrid replied, he could see that his words had only hit a brick wall.
He listened to his reply, and perhaps if the Albino was a lot more like a normal Saiyan, perhaps, he would have lashed out in anger because of the man’s stubbornness. But Daika was not like any normal Saiyan. He had known this ever since he noticed that he was the only Saiyan to have white hair. Hell, there were no records of there being a white-haired Saiyan before he was born. He continued to stress his point that if you were weaker than others, you would always have to be the one who got picked on, or had to deal with being bullied. The Saiyan knew these things all too well, as he had experienced such things. He continued on saying that he would stop at nothing to destroy the Saiyans, and that if people did not help him, then they were against him.
It seemed to the Saiyan that this “Kagami” believed that everyone was on either one side or the other, and that there was no neutral option. It seemed ridiculous to think that there was no neutral option, after all. There was always those who wished not to fight, and here this guy was saying that even the innocent who wanted no part in such a conflict had to take a side, or we would kill them. He was starting to get on the Saiyan’s nerves, so he decided to change his route of reasoning with him. If he believed that no-one could have it worse than he did, then the Saiyan would just have to try and show him that even Saiyan’s got it bad.
“You think you got the worst of it, huh.” He started, beginning to chuckle. “Well, how about I tell you my story. You got to meet your parents? Talk to them? Be loved by them? That’s great, y’know. Sometimes, I wish that I actually got to meet mine at least once, but I never got to see them. They left me all alone in one of those fancy Incubation Chambers. Didn’t even get to see them once I got out, either. They just disappeared.” Memories began to flood back into the Saiyan’s mind, memories that he had suppressed in the back of his head, always trying his hardest to forget about them, but he never could. “Hell, closest father figure I ever had I wasn’t even related to. My old squad mates, they were the closest thing to a family I ever had. Well, before they all died, that is.” He could feel tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes, but he managed to control himself. “Every last one of them. I still remember that day just like it was yesterday. What seemed like a routine job turned into a suicide mission, and I was the only survivor? Have you ever seen the ones you care about torn to pieces in front of you? How powerless you feel when you couldn’t even stop it from happening? You continue to just think about what you feel, and about your story, without taking into consideration others’ lives who might be destroyed by what you would do. That’s the thing that most Saiyan’s don’t think about, how their actions on the battlefield destroy the lives of thousands of people, and tear families apart.”
He turned to look at Caesar, with what could only be described as a warm smile on his face. “Don’t turn into just another murderer. You could do a lot of good, you know. Just got to think of the bigger picture.” He made a gesture to the ground next to him, trying to get the Hybrid to sit down next to him. Whilst the duo had an uneasy beginning, perhaps now things were about to change.
@jacobsu Thread exit, PL with Heavy weights bonus please.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2016 5:23:18 GMT
The white haired saiyan in front of Caesar began to chuckle as he spoke of his own life. Immediately, he proved the former slave correct with his first few lines. The saiyan had come to the wrong conclusion that Caesar had met his parents, or even came close to them loving him. He then went on to talk about having a father figure, old friends, but losing them. It seemed tough, but the blond swordsman still had the worse life in his mind. This saiyan sitting on the rock in front of him tried to play up his own sob story, as if Caesar didn't have it much worse. It was almost annoying to hear, the friends he had and his father figure. It wasn't until the end that he said some things that Caesar agreed with, which was saiyan's don't think about their actions, which even applied to right now. The former slave thought he had told the white haired saiyan in front of him that he was a former slave and that his mother died and yadda yadda, but he might've just implied it. As soon as he finished, it was the proper time to correct that.
"Listen...saiyan guy, you have it all wrong. All wrong. I never got to known my parents, hell I never met my father. The only amount of time I knew my mother was when I was coming out of her and she cursed me until the saiyans killed her moments later. I don't know why or how you came to the conclusion that any part of my life was good, but you are sorely mistaken. Friends, a father figure, I could only dream. I never had a friend or any such father figure on the plantation where I worked as an object, rather than a person. Every saiyan I'd ever met took every chance they had to make fun of me, or throw things at me, or beat me, or whip me. It was awful, and I had to deal with that for 30 years, saiyan. 30 years of my life was spent as less than a person."
As the words flowed out of Caesar's mouth, he got more and more angry. It pissed him off what the saiyans had done to him, so much so that he felt vindicated of his prior claims to kill every saiyan. He'd still carry out such a plan, with or without this saiyan who claims to be a good person.
"But what the saiyan's on the property didn't know was that I was growing stronger. Kagami are just like you saiyan's in that we grow a little stronger every time we almost die. I'd been brought such pain and been on the brink of death so many times that eventually I'd grow strong enough to kill the guards of the plantation. Just a couple of nights ago I went out in the middle of the night and slaughtered the two guards, making them regret that they beat me so often. I savored in their deaths and as I left, I stole a blade for myself and some better clothes as well as a pod, and it took me to this planet. So here I am, kagami in all. So now that you know my story, I'm sure you can tell that you didn't have it so bad at all. I wish I could've had friends, at the very least someone to talk to the past thirty years. A father figure would have been great, to teach me the proper ways to do things I had to learn on my own. Of course, if I had those things, I might have grown soft like you are. I'm glad I was alone. I probably wouldn't be as hateful as I am now. But that's okay, I like the way I am now, and I'm sure the saiyans that I kill in the future will like the way I am too. I just hope they see the irony that the once enslaved and beaten kagami is now able to kill them all because he grew stronger from their blows. Ahhh they probably won't."
Caesar was in a weird mix of happy and upset right now. The saiyan had completely dodged his question, if only to prove that there weren't any good saiyans. The former slave was going to leave now; his inability to kill the saiyan mixed with the saiyan's disinterest in joining with Caesar. Maybe he would in the future, or maybe he'd have to die like the rest. As soon as Caesar got strong enough, those would be the only two choices anyway. He would accept no substitutes. Once his new agenda came to fruition, he'd have all the saiyan's annihilated. The swordsman had though of making them slaves, but nobody deserved that kind of torture, no matter how much he hated them.
"Alright, well, I'm off now. Seeing as how I probably can't kill you and your displeasure with joining me, I'll be off to get stronger to the day where I can truly eliminate you and your kind. If you join me before I begin my crusade, you might be spared. Who knows. You know how bad your race is, so it's only logical that you would take part. However, I understand if you're too scared. I'm fully aware of how soft you are right now. So I'll take my leave and hopefully you'll reconsider. Bye for now."
The blond swordsman would turn and head off in the other direction, heading deeper into the wasteland. He didn't know what he'd find, but he sure hoped it to be a person who hated the saiyan race as much as he did.
[Exit thread]
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Post by Zerori on Apr 21, 2016 8:54:33 GMT
@jacobsu 6,248 <-- Word count13,402<-- PL gains4,200 PL --> 17,602 PL ~-~-~-~ Daika 4,054 <-- Word count8,250 <-- PL gains24,723 PL --> 32,973 PL
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