A young saiyan's story begins! [Open]

The female levitated, her attack primed whence the order to detain the tall youth ripped from her new commander's throat, full of courage and foolishness. The male she faced never tensed, nor did he move from his position at the forefront of his ship. Sharp explosions of energy still cascaded upward, enveloping him in purple ocean: his aura. The flame was the only thing about the man-child that delivered any intent, make no mistake, emotion or nay, he was ready to do battle with a ferocious determination to defend his ship and self.

”I saw him first, if someone is to detain him, let it be me!” she cried, full of confidence, Tsuken had seen the like many times. Often, he had seen such brave buffoons reduced to a crumpled pile of broken bones and torn flesh, the life-force brutally beaten from their bodies.

With a warning, the woman charged him and that steadied steel that was pure Saiyan before her never balked, nay, not an eyelash batted as both of his spheres came to a dead halt in preparation for a defensive maneuvers to his right and left. Cold slits narrowed in annoyance, her speed was far below his own capabilities, even with the damnable drain upon his ability the dreaded ship he protected so desperately had been fueled by.

And thus, she propelled herself upward and over, firing off a duo of spheres to test the waters, but they would never meet their mark as the eyes of the last Hiruen and the Saiyan Lieutenant dead-set on commandeering his vessel and capturing its occupant widened in response to a blur of speed from yet another newcomer. The aforementioned, another male, canceled her assault with an expulsion of his own inner energy and now faced Tsuken, whom had spun sideways to face the woman attacking him, yet his eyesight darted toward the Saiyan squadron, and past her to the Lieutenant to-and-fro.

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The five soldiers, relieved of their surprise at the brash nature of Kyuurin, charged the man they had just received orders to arrest. The half-Saiyan, however, began to speak of aiding Tsuken Hiruen. Had the man time to do so, he would have asked this newcomer to kill the girl and handle the Lieutenant.

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Instead, the fighting might of the Hiruen clan, the first and only son of a Saiyan General borne a millenia before this day, began the deadly dance of blood and bone that had become his after fifteen moons of fighting for his life against the forces of the Demon that had driven him here like a frightened mouse. It was with that self-disgust he tore into the first Saiyan soldiers.

The leader of the charging pack, a female of six thousand measurements of fighting strength, turned her body fully to the task with a looping overhand right which came to an immediate halt against the palm of Tsuken, whom would take a vaulting leap forward to drive his knee directly into her face.

Simultaneously, one of those strange orbs at his side had looped around and suddenly been mentally willed directly towards that clubbing knee in a mirroring strike that pressed into the back of her skull while the opposing force produced, in tandem, a brilliant effect.

The cartilage of her nostrils gave way, a myriad of individual pops! and snaps! firing off audibly in succession too quickly to distinguish. The rear of her skull crushed inward, and blood, mucus, brain matter, and bone fragment splattered in a gory mess against the dark breeches and black armor of her killer. The second Saiyan in the forward charge, already fully committed to a stabbing kick, never had the chance to retreat. The three behind him immediately halted at the violent display, several crying out with rage and anguish.

Tsuken lifted the decapitated corpse, catching the full brunt of the kick with his newfound meat shield as he rolled his body to the left and both the dead and living Saiyan tumbled past him, directly towards the one known as Kazar and the brave female.

But it was intercepted by the son of Rensou Hiruen, whom had ended his roll and kicked forcefully off the ground and amplified his own physical push with Bukujutsu, catching the second soldier by the hair and pushing his face and chest bodily into the ground. With their weight and movement, the pair slid, Tsuken mercilessly pressing the visage of this one so foolish all the way. They came to a halt four meters from the ship. Muffled sobs escaped the Saiyan before the Tsurunoha spheres, tethered to their mother ki, that of Tsuken, bashed below his hand twice in quick succession. The neck went snap! and that was the end of another life.

Still crouched, holding his prize like the fully conditioned, cold killer he was, the lancing shock of hair turned to set his eyes on the Lieutenant, Kazar, the woman, and the three horified soldiers.

”I don't think I'll be needing your help, Kazar,” Tsuken scoffed, and for the first time the maniacal youth grinned, the blood of the fallen dripping from his face and attire.

”Are you next, girl?” he challenged, but then he set his sights on the man whom had ordered his arrest. ”Or you, -commander-?”

Crimson rivulets rolled down from the brow, dripping from the fine hair and rolling over the cheek before they finally dribbled free from the visage of the warrior like red rain. No sound left his lips as a miniscule amount of his ki expelled the meat and bone fragments from hide and armor alike, and only a bit of blood and brain remained to stain his ensemble before he stood.

A second female arrived, seeking sport. Tsuken Hiruen never acknowledged her, to speak was to waste time and breath, and every bit of energy within him was necessary to secure his escape. Pleading had never crossed his mind, a proud Saiyan such as himself refused to run. In addition, the man named Kazar was speaking, but Tsuken Hiruen only listened to that which mattered; the man meant to capture him alongside these forces he could only ascertain as being the Saiyan Empire of this era.

. . .but how? he pondered, for in his time, the Saiyans had been systematically eradicated by Geurin and his empire, all save he and the scientific mind that had enabled his being here entirely.

The questions would have to be answered later. The man meant to attack him now, spouting information about his fighting strength, gloating on and on. Were happiness no longer a foreign thing in the mentality of the youth, he might laugh at the idiocy before him. Fighting strength be damned, this fool would pay for postponing the completion of his mission.

Tsuken Hiruen, the last of his race, would see himself climb higher than he had ever dreamed before. A happy ending was not in store for one with every shred of meaning torn from him, but the fire for vengeance burned hot. He would return to his time and have his retribution.

Thus, while Kazar gloated and spouted idiocy, the young Saiyan crouched and readied himself for his coming. The last Hiruen would not wait long.

A Zanzoken, and the stronger Saiyan was upon him – from the speed of his attack, Tsuken gauged he was most definitely holding back, a fact that enabled that primed right arm to partially parry the weak strike. It was a herald to battles of happier days and darker nights that the warrior had managed the block, for the opponent before Kazar Winters had been raised on fighting those whom outclassed him in brute strength a thousand fold. At four the warrior had been taught to fight like his father, at five the Saiyan King, Boliko Koregutsu, had begun to hone the roughness into sharpened steel. Geurin had beat him within inches of death countless times, taking a particular interest in tormenting the child, watching his heart break with every destroyed Saiyan world, retelling the tale of killing his father over and over again.

The fool Kazar Winters thought he could phase Tsuken Hiruen, a Saiyan amongst Saiyans, with heroic speeches? Baffling.

It had, however, taken every bit of his focus and reactive ability to block the punch. The strength of the man was easily double his own, and his kick struck true, sending the already unbalanced fighter away. Over the red sands the last Hiruen was propelled before he halted one of his trailing spheres in midair and reached out to the stationary object in the fashion of a gymnast. With a grunt he slammed back into the ground upon his feet with the flip.

”I'm going to kill–“ Tsuken began, but. . .

Kazar Winters would never have the opportunity to attack “pressure points” and “joints”, nor deliver the second stanza of his speech. Upon landing, the Lieutenant ended his theatrics before they ever resumed, intercepting the youth before he regained his defensive stance and throwing every bit of his thirty thousand units of fighting strength into a punch that dropped the weaker warrior on the spot. The blow to the temple immediately turned out the lights.

With disapproving eyes, the Lieutenant glanced toward Kazar and the newest female to arrive.

”You're trespassing on Saiyan Solar Empire military property. Get the -fuck- off it,”

He turned towards Kyuurin and his assembled men, and continued to bark orders.

”Soldiers, see to it this fool makes it safely to Knutts. Girl, go get your paperwork done and then aid your new squadron in the transport of this scumbag.”

The Lieutenant sighed. If he wanted something done, he always ended up doing it himself.