Kyuurin was nervous. She had thought herself ready for this day, but she couldn't ever truly be. She had trained, and trained, and was much stronger than most Saiyans her age, but still she couldn't help but feel the finality of the decision before her. Her choice to join the Saiyan military, and follow in her fathers footsteps loomed over her head now more than ever. She loitered outside of the compound, nervous to go in, unsure who to talk to, and contemplating her final breakfast at home. It would be so easy to continue living in that wealth. To spend her mornings training in her fathers gyms and reading in her mother's libraries. That life that she had led up until now was one that she was familiar with. It had however left her feeling stagnant. She knew what she would do every day when she woke up, and she knew how every day would turn out.
She'd been keeping up with the news. The Saiyans were fighting, and living legends were born, and killed, all the time. She'd heard rumors of the insanely strong fighters that existed, the re-emergence of the Super Saiyan, and the fire inside of her had been lit then. She would grow strong enough to dwarf all of them, she hoped.
All she had to do was take a few steps forward and step past the starting line. Why was she having so much trouble?
"You can do this Kyu. Think of Babbin and all those back home. They were all so sure that you were fit for this, so why are you so scared?" She continued to loiter in front of the military compound, nervous, and on edge, trying to gain the courage to take a few steps forward and enlist.
”We've got another, Farri,” the lieutenant chuckled, his dark eyes focused on the young female before the recruitment compound. Azoz had watched many Saiyan youth toe that very line, and he recalled his own induction into the military all those years ago, yet his induction was a forced one. All males whom had seen their fifteenth moon were required five years of service, and he had signed on for tour after tour. The man was nearing forty moons, the majority of his life in service to the greatest fighting force the universe had ever known, the Saiyan Solar Empire. His chest swelled with pride as he watched the woman, his keen sight for potential had yet to fail him and the female radiated with it.
One moment, the outside of the compound was serene, the air palpable with indecision. The next, an eruption of sound would assault Kyuurin's hearing and a bright flash of light would more than likely cause her to close her eyes with pain, though it would be no more than a momentary shock.
The craft, more or less, had simply come to be. In a moment an empty patch of oxygen had been filled with it, the engines purring quietly as four legs extended from the bottom with a hydraulic hiss as what appeared to be a heavily fortified Saiyan pod with a single heavy antenna sprouting from the very top of the sphere lowered to the ground. The thing landed with a tok! no more than three meters behind Kyuurin, and more hydraulics hissed as the doorway begin to lift away from the body.
”..sir!” Farri exclaimed, her hands slamming onto the keys upon the console before her as reflex took over. She had been drilled countless times, any intrusion upon Saiyan Solar Empire property by an unauthorized spacecraft required immediate response, though she had never truly figured to see such an intrusion in the heart of Cacumber city. Her digits quickly opened the main gates as her lieutenant slid a scouter over his left eye and stood, a single finger opening the communication lines to every speaker and scouter in the recruitment facility.
”This is Lieutenant Azoz. All soldiers to gate A, yesterday!” the old male grunted, his boots already headed toward the door before he nonchalantly issued a sole order to the speechless woman still staring at the screen in disbelief. ”I want an elite squadron post haste, sergeant!"
Coal eyes flitted open. Moments ago, one of the last of his race, Mato, was typing frantically on a terminal connected wirelessly to the machine the youth now unfurled himself from, his lean musculature removing itself from the craft with the ease of a cat. Worry entered those half closed slits as they looked towards the woman before him, unease derived from a King who fought without him in another time, another place. A growl rolled upward from his vocals and escaped his lips with his own self disgust. Orders were orders, after all, but the last of the Hiruen clan would have rather died fighting Geurin than being here, now, running like a frightened child. Tsuken had been a frightened child once, but a lifetime of terror had driven fear from him.
”Hn,” he grunted, offering a nod towards the feminine figure, as something within him caused his eyes to open and his teeth to flash, the corners of his mouth lifting. Happiness, he recalled, but it had been so very long the unfamiliar feeling was washed away and replaced by apprehension. Certainly, the tail sprouting from the woman identified her as a Saiyan, the first he had seen besides his King and the scientist, Mato, in ten years, but she knew as well as he they were a violent race.
When the space pod crashed down in front of her, Kyuurin jumped back and assumed a fighting pose. She gritted her teeth as her hands began to glow with the energy she had honed to a fine point. She prepared herself for anything that might emerge from the pod, but was more than surprised to see a fellow Saiyan step forth.
"What is your purpose here?" She asked, not dropping her guard as she eyed the man up and down. "I don't know who you are, so you'd better give me some answers right now."
She didn't know if she could handle this foe on her own. She didn't know if he was going to be violent towards her. she didn't really know anything about what would happen next, so why was it that she felt so excited? The thrill of danger rushed throug her, the adrenaline pumping through her veins was more invigorating than the training room ever could be. She found herself smiling, despite the possible threat.
She knew that she only had so much time before the soldiers arrived. This was right outside of a base after all. There's no way they would miss something like this. All she would have to do would be to hold him here until they arrived. However, she wanted to win, and really prove herself as a true member of the military worth having around. If he were looking for a fight after all. The longer she looked at him, the more she realized he seemed almost confused, and possibly a little scared himself. this caused her to relax her guard just a little bit, but not enough to create any obvious openings.
”What is your purpose here!?” the female exclaimed, her body locked into a combative pose and a shining orb of ki held firmly in her grip. The coal orbs eyed her warily, and the body of rangy youth slid into his own stance with a shift of the right foot forward and the left backwards, his frame at a diagonal in relation to her, in an effort to expose as minimal a target as possible while still shielding his vessel. Like a beast, the male offered an agitated growl. The Hiruen defect coursing through his veins always lent those of that crimson a more beastial disposition.
Zzzzt. . . the air hissed as the signature of the man blared, his energy soaring toward his maximum before it dipped with an individual molecule of his living ki starting the process of the Tsurunoha, the weapons of choice of he and his father before him. Millions upon millions emanated from his aura in a fraction of a second before the twin spheres made their full showing, humming vibrantly. Completed, they revolved around the man, a duo of orbs no larger than his fists and as deadly as they were beautiful. The left arm was raised and cocked behind him, the right low and slightly crooked parallel to the thigh below it. The exposed head and torso absolutely invited a melee assault from the woman. The whirling satellites completed, his energy level peaked at his highest level, Tsuken was ready.
”I don't know who you are, so you'd better give me some answers right now!” Nervousness, Tsuken gathered, offering a smirk towards her battle-hungry smile. She looked over all six feet of his carved figure, his hands and feet adorned by white gloves and boots. Black leggings extended down from Saiyan armor, a customized set, one shoulderguard sacrificed to free his left arm for maximum movement. His face was scarred, a malicious joke painted by a demonic Namekian, and from it, he finally spoke.
”That's a long story, girl,” he began, his eyes focusing on the sphere of power she was apt to fire at any moment. ”I'd put that away, were I you.”
”The craft is not to be damaged, the intruder is to be detained!” Azoz bellowed as he sprinted across the grounds, his strides clearing the gate as five younger warriors struggled to keep pace with their elder and better. The Lieutenant boasted a fighting strength of 35,000 units, the five behind him ranging from 3,000 to 6,000, with more toward the upper end of that spectrum.
Quickly, efficiently, the Saiyan force took up positions around the intruder, Azoz circling to the rear of the vessel to prevent any potential escape. In his lust for action, the old soldier had neglected to check the power level of the man, for he held within his heart much pride and belief in his men. The five rank and file soldiers fanned out, standing to the left and right of the woman whom had probably hoped to be doing nothing more than training and signing paperwork on her recruitment day.
”Give us a hand if it goes bad, recruit!” Azoz shouted towards the woman facing off with the man before him, whom he now directed orders to.
”I'm ordering you to power down and step away from the ship, Saiyan, or we will be forced to move you,” Azoz informed the dark haired fighter.
”You won't be touching me or the ship, Saiyan! ! !” Tsuken snarled in reply, the notion of his return ticket to his own time being taken from him tearing anger up from the recesses of his troubled soul that only the cause for his coming had ever seen. Those eyes narrowed with determination and rage, the odds very much against him. Cyan and purple shards sprouted upward from the ground and engulfed him, his aura a ferocious whirlwind of color lent him by his parents before they swirled into an inferno of power.
”Detain him,” Azoz ordered.
Tsuken eyed the first Saiyan he had seen in ten years, recalling that smile she had offered in response to his unexpected appearance. If she wished to test him with her brothers and sisters at her side, now was her chance. This was the moment Kyuurin could prove herself a soldier.
Kyuurin saw the appearance of all of the soldiers, and suddenly realized that this was not the kind of combat she wanted.
"I saw him first, if someone is to detain him, let it be me!" She began to float with the orbs of energy in her hand.
"Prepare yourself!" She shouted as she began to rush at the man, her hands extended forward. Just before impacting with the man, she threw her hand down and let the orb of energy detonate, pushing her over the man at the last second. As the momentum carried her past her opponent, she shot several less powerful orbs of energy at her opponent in quick succession.
"You have one more chance stranger, Identify yourself and state your purpose!"
She stood there, charging energy in her hands once again and preparing for her next frenzy of attacks. She was watching her opponent closely, but also using her ability to sense energy to make sure he wasn't doing anything funny here.
Post by Kazar Winters on Aug 17, 2016 22:20:57 GMT
Thread PL: 87,788 MW ON: Weighted PL: 43,894 Trained Potential (With and without weights): 175,576 / 351,152
It's been many days or a week since he had arrived on Planet Vegeta. His scouter is still acting as a beacon back at his ship. Hopefully someone and someone tough will come along by sooner or later. But for now he's been wandering the planet. So far he hasn't found none, nothing, not even a whip of any city, town or let alone camps. But he has however, found something much more...Interesting per say, an SSE Training Compound? Most likely. He doesn't know much on Military as far as it goes aside from his short-lived experience with Koldar. But he does seem to notice Saiyans barking orders at others weaker than themselves.
"So that just means, whoever these guys are. They're most likely Sergeant, or maybe a Lieutenant...Hmm, but then who's this? Whoever she is, she doesn't seem to take orders from this other Saiyan. Maybe she's a higher rank? Or maybe she's not at all in relation to the Compound and doesn't understand he's of a high rank? Welp...I got nothing better to do, and i'm only double the strength of this other Saiyan. I should be able to handle myself."
Where he was hiding this entire time watching the Compound was actually somewhere any of the guards wouldn't be looking. Directly on top of a watch tower just above the entire area. He gently hops off the tower and down to the ground, immediately every guard yelling in surprise of another unexpected person to have showed up.
Guard:" Lieutenant sir! We got another one! Unknown suspect, probably not an SSE member. His clothes aren't the same like ours!"
He simply rolled his eyes as he touched ground floor just in-between the girl and the Lieutenant. He looks behind him at the girl who was charging an attack, and before she'd dare act he spoke to her. His voice sounded calm, sounded reassuring. But it was spoken in a serious tone only a man who knows who's strong and who isn't. And as it appears, no one in that entire Compound was anywhere near his full power.
But sadly as he landed, it seemed the girl started to float in the air and rushes at one of the Saiyans. (i have no idea which one. It wasn't clarified) He sighed and nodded his head. He teleports infront of her before she reaches him fast enough, she probably couldn't have seen him move and the Lieutenant could have seen a few glimpses. With a flick of his finger, he shot a small ball the side of his fingertip at the orb in the girls hand and shoots it away from her exploding in the distance.
"Stop...I know i may be intervening with something right now, but i don't think this is a fair fight. I can sense the energy of this one man and she seems to easily be weaker than him. 1/100 she stands at maybe 2% of his power at a guess. It isn't a fair equal fight for her to fight him. And you. Don't attack him. You're way out of your league here. And i'm not ordering you but merely suggesting not to. Otherwise you'll have to get past me if you intend to do as you wish. Now then."
He floats back down to the ground infront of Tsukan and looks at him before speaking. He gave him a smallish cold glare. He knows that this is also another, but fairly strong saiyan. And he knows to not pick fights, even with ones that he could win. Only because if he does, he'll very possibly be on the SSE watch list under people who would rebel or cause trouble but most likely, under the category of extremely dangerous. That or turns out he ends up defeating an enemy of the SSE and he just accidentally got some reward for it. (Lol) Right before speaking he looked over his shoulder and saw a ship of some kind. But it doesn't look like a normal one, it's to small. Maybe it has a different purpose? Whatever it may be, it seems this guy landed at the wrong time and place.
"So i assume you're the guy that everyone is having a fuss about huh? Hm. By the looks of it, you're terribly out numbered. 'Then again his power makes up for the numbers. He could wipe out pretty much all of them only breaking a small sweat.' I don't seem to be very informed in this situation. All i can gather up, is that you're trying to escape who i assume is a Lieutenant. That and it seems you aren't associated with the SSE. So how about this. I help you escape to you ship, and in return you can just fill me in with what's happening later. That cool?"
He made his entrance and it was obviously known. If all works, the unknown girl stops her attack and everything calms down. Then him talking to the Saiyan. He speaks at his best, clearly and softly. He doesn't speak a dis-respective tone, he doesn't speak a threatening tone, but merely speaks calmly. He seems like the man who's confident in himself that he's able to say such things without any hesitation or second thought. Although he intended to not cause a fight, he just made the fight worse possibly.
He moved his head from side to side popping his neck and doing a few stretches. He decides to keep his weights on since there isn't any real need to take them off. Once he got done and if at all Tsukan accepts his help, he gets into his fighting position and looks down at all 35 thousand troops. Boy this is gonna be a long day of fighting. But then again he might need to throw the weights off. This Lieutenant guy is fairly strong, almost half of his full power when his weights are off. Just in case, if he happens to transform in any way. Then and only then he'll take his weights off as a precaution.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kazar's entered the scene! He attempts at preventing the Saiyaness from attacking anyone, and then proposes to help the strong Saiyan escape the SSE clutches! How will this turn out? Find out next time on! WODSouls: Young Saiyans Story Begins!
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.
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.
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-?”
Kyuurin watched the display of carnage, all happening much faster than she could hope to react to. Those orbs were dangerous, in fact, everything about this guy was dangerous. Kyuurin could feel the energies of those around her. She felt like a child standing among giants. Even so, she couldn't back down here. She couldn't help but tremble as she began to float once again.
"You may be stronger than me, you may be faster, and more experienced too," She said gritting her teeth and thinking of those who had just brutally had their lives stolen from them. "But I can't back down! Not here, not ever!"
Her thoughts turned towards her father, who was a military genius. She couldn't let him down. She had to be the daughter that he'd deserved. She had to earn his respect somehow or another, and this was the first chance that she had that might make him proud of her.
"I can't stand by and watch you murder people while doing nothing! I don't know how I'll do it, but I'm going to make you pay for this!"
With that, she began her charge once again. She glanced at the stranger who had shown up, his power level was the most intimidating of all. She pleaded with him using her eyes not to interfere and wondered how she hadn't felt him when she arrived at the base. Her fists began glowing as she let the energy begin to well up inside of her as she prepared her next attack, aiming a blast at the ground, she did a mid-air somersault of sorts and propelled herself to be directly over the brutal intruder.
"Fury Dance!" she screamed kicking downward and sending an array of ki-blasts out of the bottom of her feet.
(Not a special move or anything, just regular old ki blasts)
PL: 41,601 Light Weights: ON Weighted PL: 31,200.75 ~ 31,201
The short haired Saiyaness had decided to survey the surrounding area, continuing to get herself familiarised with Planet Vegeta. It was so much more different from the jungle world she'd known for the majority of her life... it was hard to believe that this was her true birth planet, this arid world of rocks and sand and metal. Of course, that being said the sounds may be different, but they still rang with familiarity to her ears as she flew overhead. The raucous noise of combat and conflict was the same no matter the world, or the combatants involved.
She made her way down to investigate, watching as a group of Saiyans were savagely torn apart by another one close to a ship, whilst a female Saiyan tried to strike at the much stronger male, even as another powerful male was there and by all appearances just watching the proceedings. Brassica cracked her neck a little before firing a blast of ki energy to try and strike between the girl and her target, primarily to interrupt the attack and potentially save her from joining her comrades. "I don't think you want to end your life just now do you?" she called down, gesturing at the corpses lying around them of the other Saiyans as she descended. She did give the girl a comforting look though. "Nice mood, but wrong time for it." she said before looking towards the male near the ship.
The short haired Saiyan woman cracked her knuckles before tilting her head towards him. "So, I've no idea what's going on here, but if its a decent fight you're after, then how about I take a crack at you?" she suggested with a smirk. "Unless all you can fight are those who are weaker than you." Brassica taunted, keeping an eye on the gi-wearing male. She had no idea who's side this man was on either, but he held a shit ton of power compared to herself... she'd have to go full on Oozaru to be able to take him on as he was... but that would allow the other one to do the same as well, and she doubted she could take on both of them at once. She was banking on Saiyan Pride to not cause any problems here.
Post by Kazar Winters on Aug 18, 2016 22:55:02 GMT
In mere moments it seemed the fight already begun. And before he knew it, Tsukan was at it and fighting the soldiers but-...What Tsukan done to them instead of just defeating them or ko'ing them. Pissed him off and he isn't gonna let it go. Although these soldiers may as-well be all SSE soldiers and would commit to killing. He isn't a type of man to just kill another. It isn't in his heart to do that unless it's his very last option. He rises up from his fighting stance and looks at Tsukan with a cold, emotionless, stare.
"....Well then....Maybe you'll need help when you fight me. Because i don't care if those soldiers might've been SSE. ANd although i don't 'like' the Saiyan Empire to greatly, even i wouldn't just kill them. And you're not getting away with doing so either! If you can't tell, since you can't sense ki nor has a scouter. Let me break it down. Me and that Lieutenant out-matches you in power. Lieutenant. If you'd kingly mind to ignore my previous statement of helping this Saiyan. It turns out he's just a man with no heart or sympathy to death."
In a mere couple seconds he disappears and reappears infront of Tsukan, quickly going for a jab in the gut and then a light kick to send him opposite of his ship. If it landed he would prepare to charge at Tsukan. His white Aura roars to life around him, sending a strong force around him. But as he was about to charge he sensed someone else's energy signature appeared. He lowered his stance some and looked at her.
"Well hello there. I'll update you later when this is over. Not much room to talk right now. But for a heads up, i'm Kazar Winters. Now if you'd like, you can help. Though i doubt it's needed."
After he spoke to her he laid his eyes at the Lieutenant and everyone around him. Looking at the odds, Tsukan has no chance of escaping or so it seemed. Although only 3 people out-dwarf him in power. It doesn't fully mean power means everything. There is plenty of ways to escape, you just have to think and preform it perfectly to do so.
He dashes to the left charging at Tsukans left side, Once he reaches Tsukan he starts to send light jabs towards his shoulders, sides, guts, chest, and possibly legs. All of his jabs are non-lethal and all he does is aim for is his pressure points in the joints and muscles of his body.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kazar attempts to fight Tsukan! Will it work out? Will Tsukan be detained and arrested to the Saiyan Empire? Find out next time on! WODSouls: A Saiyans Story Begins!
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.
Kyuurin gritted her teeth. Something felt very wrong about all of this. She was excited at first, to see combat so early on. The thrill of the fight turned to horror as she began watching those who'd challenged this mysterious person to combat die in gruesome fashion. The glory of a fight became all so real in that instant. She knew that the people who'd been so easily killed like that were much stronger than she herself was, and she wondered what may have happened if she'd not been stopped, twice.
Even so, she couldn't stand the way in which the combat had taken place. In every single fight, the mysterious intruder was outnumbered. Was the military she was joining the type to outnumber it's opponents and dispatch of them without giving them any shot at an honorable fight? Where was their Saiyan pride? How could anyone present be satisfied with how this had unfolded?
She thought of the other stranger, whose power level dwarfed everyone else nearby. The one the first stranger had identified as Kazar. He was quick to shout orders on how to properly handle the first stranger. Despite his incredible strength, he would not be satisfied with a one on one match. And yet, the first stranger never balked from the challenge. Perhaps he was unaware of the difference in power, or perhaps he was unable to flee from an opponent. She found that she was building a narrative in her head that caused her to admire the stranger.
These thoughts were playing through her head as she watched him crumple to the ground at the force of the military leader's blow put him down, and as she complied with him to go fill out her paperwork, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of military she was really joining here.
"Right away sir!" she shouted automatically in response to the order, her hand raising to the traditional Saiyan salute, before she began to head towards the compound proper where she assumed papers would be ready for her.
The short haired Saiyaness frowned as she watched the gi-wearing Saiyan take her spot in fighting the Saiyan near the ship, but then again he was here first so no skin off her nose. She'd just have to wait her turn probably. Then the bloody soldier stole the rest of the fun by knocking him out before the gi-wearing Saiyan could finish his fight with him himself. It was when the soldier barked an order at her though that she genuinely started to become pissed. She stood right where she was, letting her power unfurl around her like a shimmering heat wave, her hair shifting around in its unseen wind. "Watch your tone with me, Lieutenant." said the Goddess, her eyes flashing briefly.
"I don't take orders from you. The only one in your military I listen to is Commander Habana, you got it?" she stated, looking towards the unconscious male and making a tsking noise. "The fact that you performed a sneak move like that, in the middle of someone elses fight no less, makes me doubt I'd take orders from you in any case. Even the Saurians on the world I was sent to had more honour and pride than you've shown here... and they were giant lizards who used poisons and toxins on their weapons and claws." explained the short haired Saiyaness. She began to take stock of the situation... in a one on one fight, she could take this little bastard herself. But therein lay the problem, it was doubtful he would fight her one on one if it came to blows. The coward would probably order what remained of his men to strike at her at the same time, and then she'd probably be sent to the same place as the other Saiyan.
If that became the situation, then her Simians wouldn't have anyone to defend them in case these bastards decided to track down where she'd come from... in the end that was the deciding factor for her. Brassica spat towards the Lieutenant's feet and began to ascend into the sky. "You're a coward and therefore not worth my time Lieutenant. Be glad I have other priorities or you'd be showing your men what a waste of space you truly are." she said before looking towards Kazar. "He stole your fight, so you can settle things with him if you want." she said with a shrug before she began to depart.