Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2016 11:33:58 GMT
Traveling on his way back to the wasteland that started the process of the man himself, Caesar was more conflicted in his life than he'd ever been, which was saying something. Caesar had left his new cousin, Core, who was an arcosian alone in the arena that they had briefly dueled in while he flew off. More conflicted than ever through meeting this new family member, the former slave had so many options place before he that he didn't know what to do. It was so painful, every decision giving him problems so he had decided to put everything on hold, but that wouldn't work anymore. He didn't have Ayumu in his life anymore, not until he found a purpose at least, and his cousin Core he didn't want to bog down with some kind of depression for just being around the relative. The blond hybrid was acutely aware of every bad aspect of his life which is what made it so hard on him when it came to his decisions. There were painstakingly obvious in his mind, but he really wanted to go over ever option and ever trouble he had again for good measure. Maybe correctly identifying everything wrong could be the first step to change, it seemed plausible enough.
First and foremost the entire saiyan race was still a touchy subject for the hybrid. On one hand, the filthy monkey race had enslaved him and one of the two races he was, subjecting them to the terrible working conditions that slaves had. He was ridiculed and abused in every way possible by the saiyans who lived in the family house that owned him, and he was treated as an object his entire life. The worst way an actual life could be treated, and that was Caesar growing up until he was thirty in human years. It was not a great existence, or even one without justifiable reasons to be pissed off at ever single saiyan he could fine, but of course there was a problem with that. That problem's name came in the form of an old man and young lady, named Ayumu and Hana respectfully. The old man that would become his master had taught the boy the importance of strength through peace and that when he was thinking about vengeance that he'd have to dig two metaphorical holes, one for all the death's he'd cause as well as himself. It was a really self destructive thing he'd be doing, one that he didn't previously care for, and still wasn't for certain. He assumed before when he was going to terminate every single saiyan, that he'd probably experience death along the way or even at the end. He wanted to effect the future, not necessarily somewhere he'd be.
Another thing Ayumu did that nobody had up until that point was show him kindness and friendship, eventually even family. Could the blond hybrid really turn this kind of thing down? He represented his old master and grandfather with his actions and would always have to wonder if he was letting him down by performing an on the line moral decision, since the old man was really all he had. Until he met Core, his cousin, who was also a really good guy who made even more promises to the boy in an effort to make him a good person. Finally reaching the wasteland after all of this thought, the boy would immediately punch a rock to dust. He was extremely frustrated. This kind of processing and inner turmoil was much more than the boy wanted to deal with, something he thought he'd have solved at this point. He hadn't seen another saiyan since his time with Core and Ayumu so there was really no telling how he would react considering it would mostly be out of a reflex. The former slave wanted to believe he could handle himself better, but that may not be the case at all. It could be any myriad of things.
He hated the saiyans who treated him like an object but he liked the humans that liked him for who he was but they didn't want him to get vengeance but they liked him and he wanted saiyan death but he couldn't if he was with family but it was who he was before the family but he would have the family if he...
Caesar would be completely tense. The inner though alone was enraging. He couldn't have one and the other. He didn't want to settle with either, having only saiyan defeat and family or no family and genocide. The anger made the boy ball his fists up and fall to the ground, hitting the dirt cracking the ground around him multiple times. Things around him began to shake, rocks levitating up as if they were being pulled, clouds rolling over the area immediately darkening everything. The atmosphere was completely changed just do to the rage Caesar was expressing. It just didn't work, no situation worked where we could have both. It really came down to which he wanted more. Which did he want more?
-----
In Caesar's inner mind, a conversation would be taking place between himself, his confused half, and a figure of mystery; seemingly a higher power. The topic of conversation would be what he truly wanted, the rage or the peace.
"Hello Caesar. I can tell you're conflicted, and I understand the situation even better than you do. I want to ask you a few questions, however, to see if I can get you to come to the conclusion on your own. Is that alright?"
Caesar would have a few concerns, but he knew there were some occasional weird things having to do with his races. The blond hybrid would speak up.
"Okay, I can answer a few I suppose."
The lighted figure would offer a smile in return. It wasn't quite a smile like normal life forms know to be one, but Caesar could somehow understand the gesture.
"Good. Okay, firstly, what was your goal growing up to when you left the planet of your slavery, Vegeta?"
It wasn't even a difficult question, Caesar of course knew the answer.
"To kill every single saiyan for what they did to me, as well as kill all of the kagami. The kagami were more of an after thought, but still there."
The goddess would nod in approval.
"Okay, and what was your goal after meeting Ayumu?"
This question was a bit harder. Had he changed his goal at all? He was supposed to find a purpose, but he was pretty sure he had one already at that point.
"Uh...I suppose I still had the same goal, just a bit less on the murder-y front."
"So then you found something wrong with murder, even though relife is possible?"
"Well no, I suppose there isn't anything wro-"
"So then your original plan is still viable."
"No, since my family doesn't want me to...do...this."
"So you take orders now?"
"It's a bit more complicated than that."
"Doesn't sound complicated at all. In fact, it seems like your "family" could convince you of anything. You were willing to do anything for this Ayumu fellow at one point due to your own cracked past. Did you ever stop to wonder if your were being exploited?"
"HEY. That is taking this a bit too far-"
"No, Caesar, you need to hear these uncomfortable things. Is your family your family? Did they see a threat and neutralize it immediately? The human could be working with the SSE, you know it is weird that they let the QUEEN go back to Vegeta to oppress you more, right? Kill your mother...any potential friends or life skills...your race. All gone and you let them and you can't even take well deserved vengeance? Sounds awfully...pathetic."
At this point Caesar would be in awe. His mouth ajar, his body trembling, the entire inner mind room shaking. His aura changing colors slowly, his hair coming upwards to stand on end, his very hair changing color. His rage was building to a realm higher than he imagined. The figure would have one last thing to say.
"Caesar...they killed every possibility of you besides your avenger part. You have to kill these people. They took everything away from you. Everything."
At this point the red and green haired hybrid would be screaming at the top of his lungs, his rage enveloping him and completely transforming him. His aura was red, his hair was mostly red with green streaks, his hair on end. The most noticeable change had to be his own strength, skyrocketing to levels several times higher than he was capable of before. The strength was incredible; Caesar's own hatred had transformed him. The figure would again, somehow smile with Caesar being aware.
"You've done it. Go back to your world now and show the saiyans what you can do."
Caesar would return shortly after, as the figure was the god of this inner world. As soon as Caesar had left, the figure would turn pitch black and speak in a much harsher grated tone.
"THE FOOL. HAHAHAHAHA"
-----
Caesar was back in the real world, laying down in the rock dust of the wasteland. Blinking a few times, the boy would realize where he was and quickly pick himself up. Looking at his hands and remembering the thing he did in the inner mind, Caesar would try to replicate the action in the real world. Gathering his Ki together, he would push himself to his absolute limits and essentially duplicate the same process. Once all of his rage and hatred combined together inside him, he would finally...!
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Left ambiguous in case Caesar doesn't have enough Pl to get his x11. Assuming he does, the boy goes into his new form he aptly names his "Vindicator" form.
Heavy weights on during this solo, 59,965 Pl technically had at the time of this thread. I was told this trigger would be fine by Rev, but he did say that whoever graded it could decide not, so feel free to read and determine yourself. It's all about the inner struggle between what he had as his lifelong mission, and these new friends and family he's made wanting something else out of him. Tough decisions, essentially.
First and foremost the entire saiyan race was still a touchy subject for the hybrid. On one hand, the filthy monkey race had enslaved him and one of the two races he was, subjecting them to the terrible working conditions that slaves had. He was ridiculed and abused in every way possible by the saiyans who lived in the family house that owned him, and he was treated as an object his entire life. The worst way an actual life could be treated, and that was Caesar growing up until he was thirty in human years. It was not a great existence, or even one without justifiable reasons to be pissed off at ever single saiyan he could fine, but of course there was a problem with that. That problem's name came in the form of an old man and young lady, named Ayumu and Hana respectfully. The old man that would become his master had taught the boy the importance of strength through peace and that when he was thinking about vengeance that he'd have to dig two metaphorical holes, one for all the death's he'd cause as well as himself. It was a really self destructive thing he'd be doing, one that he didn't previously care for, and still wasn't for certain. He assumed before when he was going to terminate every single saiyan, that he'd probably experience death along the way or even at the end. He wanted to effect the future, not necessarily somewhere he'd be.
Another thing Ayumu did that nobody had up until that point was show him kindness and friendship, eventually even family. Could the blond hybrid really turn this kind of thing down? He represented his old master and grandfather with his actions and would always have to wonder if he was letting him down by performing an on the line moral decision, since the old man was really all he had. Until he met Core, his cousin, who was also a really good guy who made even more promises to the boy in an effort to make him a good person. Finally reaching the wasteland after all of this thought, the boy would immediately punch a rock to dust. He was extremely frustrated. This kind of processing and inner turmoil was much more than the boy wanted to deal with, something he thought he'd have solved at this point. He hadn't seen another saiyan since his time with Core and Ayumu so there was really no telling how he would react considering it would mostly be out of a reflex. The former slave wanted to believe he could handle himself better, but that may not be the case at all. It could be any myriad of things.
He hated the saiyans who treated him like an object but he liked the humans that liked him for who he was but they didn't want him to get vengeance but they liked him and he wanted saiyan death but he couldn't if he was with family but it was who he was before the family but he would have the family if he...
Caesar would be completely tense. The inner though alone was enraging. He couldn't have one and the other. He didn't want to settle with either, having only saiyan defeat and family or no family and genocide. The anger made the boy ball his fists up and fall to the ground, hitting the dirt cracking the ground around him multiple times. Things around him began to shake, rocks levitating up as if they were being pulled, clouds rolling over the area immediately darkening everything. The atmosphere was completely changed just do to the rage Caesar was expressing. It just didn't work, no situation worked where we could have both. It really came down to which he wanted more. Which did he want more?
-----
In Caesar's inner mind, a conversation would be taking place between himself, his confused half, and a figure of mystery; seemingly a higher power. The topic of conversation would be what he truly wanted, the rage or the peace.
"Hello Caesar. I can tell you're conflicted, and I understand the situation even better than you do. I want to ask you a few questions, however, to see if I can get you to come to the conclusion on your own. Is that alright?"
Caesar would have a few concerns, but he knew there were some occasional weird things having to do with his races. The blond hybrid would speak up.
"Okay, I can answer a few I suppose."
The lighted figure would offer a smile in return. It wasn't quite a smile like normal life forms know to be one, but Caesar could somehow understand the gesture.
"Good. Okay, firstly, what was your goal growing up to when you left the planet of your slavery, Vegeta?"
It wasn't even a difficult question, Caesar of course knew the answer.
"To kill every single saiyan for what they did to me, as well as kill all of the kagami. The kagami were more of an after thought, but still there."
The goddess would nod in approval.
"Okay, and what was your goal after meeting Ayumu?"
This question was a bit harder. Had he changed his goal at all? He was supposed to find a purpose, but he was pretty sure he had one already at that point.
"Uh...I suppose I still had the same goal, just a bit less on the murder-y front."
"So then you found something wrong with murder, even though relife is possible?"
"Well no, I suppose there isn't anything wro-"
"So then your original plan is still viable."
"No, since my family doesn't want me to...do...this."
"So you take orders now?"
"It's a bit more complicated than that."
"Doesn't sound complicated at all. In fact, it seems like your "family" could convince you of anything. You were willing to do anything for this Ayumu fellow at one point due to your own cracked past. Did you ever stop to wonder if your were being exploited?"
"HEY. That is taking this a bit too far-"
"No, Caesar, you need to hear these uncomfortable things. Is your family your family? Did they see a threat and neutralize it immediately? The human could be working with the SSE, you know it is weird that they let the QUEEN go back to Vegeta to oppress you more, right? Kill your mother...any potential friends or life skills...your race. All gone and you let them and you can't even take well deserved vengeance? Sounds awfully...pathetic."
At this point Caesar would be in awe. His mouth ajar, his body trembling, the entire inner mind room shaking. His aura changing colors slowly, his hair coming upwards to stand on end, his very hair changing color. His rage was building to a realm higher than he imagined. The figure would have one last thing to say.
"Caesar...they killed every possibility of you besides your avenger part. You have to kill these people. They took everything away from you. Everything."
At this point the red and green haired hybrid would be screaming at the top of his lungs, his rage enveloping him and completely transforming him. His aura was red, his hair was mostly red with green streaks, his hair on end. The most noticeable change had to be his own strength, skyrocketing to levels several times higher than he was capable of before. The strength was incredible; Caesar's own hatred had transformed him. The figure would again, somehow smile with Caesar being aware.
"You've done it. Go back to your world now and show the saiyans what you can do."
Caesar would return shortly after, as the figure was the god of this inner world. As soon as Caesar had left, the figure would turn pitch black and speak in a much harsher grated tone.
"THE FOOL. HAHAHAHAHA"
-----
Caesar was back in the real world, laying down in the rock dust of the wasteland. Blinking a few times, the boy would realize where he was and quickly pick himself up. Looking at his hands and remembering the thing he did in the inner mind, Caesar would try to replicate the action in the real world. Gathering his Ki together, he would push himself to his absolute limits and essentially duplicate the same process. Once all of his rage and hatred combined together inside him, he would finally...!
__________________________________________________________________________________________
Left ambiguous in case Caesar doesn't have enough Pl to get his x11. Assuming he does, the boy goes into his new form he aptly names his "Vindicator" form.
Heavy weights on during this solo, 59,965 Pl technically had at the time of this thread. I was told this trigger would be fine by Rev, but he did say that whoever graded it could decide not, so feel free to read and determine yourself. It's all about the inner struggle between what he had as his lifelong mission, and these new friends and family he's made wanting something else out of him. Tough decisions, essentially.