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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 2:29:04 GMT
Denim silently listened to the general's answer. Now she understood why Polara couldn't possibly go into any further detail explaining Denim's situation. She watched the Arcosian step out of the room after listening to her advice then slowly hopped off the table and landed next to it. Her shirt rose up slightly as she breathed in and out exposing her navel that jut out slightly from her rounded form. One would also see a number of glaring stretch marks on the underside of her belly. She'd follow the Arcosian's footsteps though emuch further ahead of her and say as she walked, "I'm carrying an alien. This is so amazing. It at least explains it's ovewhelming strength when compared to other humans. I hope it isn't too odd looking though."
She rested a finger on her chin trying to imagine what a half alien and human might be like and came up with some ideas that were surprisingly varied. One was a Saiyan/Human mix with her and Plato's normal appearance overlapped over a generic female frame. One was of a girl with six claws and antennae and one was a woman with robotic parts covering most of her body. She deleted the second image from her mind and became convinced the third or fist option were likely to happen for whatever reason. She was so far behind though and so much in her own train of thought that she didn't take a look to see Polara possibly crying ahead of her.
She simply pondered how she might help a child that was going to be hers. She had no father to help her strongly discipline it, nor knew much of alien culture in the first place. It was a troublesome idea that she might have to raise her daughter on human customs only. The reason being that her child was going to ask eventually why it was different.
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Polara Thermia
Archived
PL: 48,296
Brute Form(x5)
Monster Form(x8)
True Form(x10)
Zeni: 1,349
Shoki: 424
Tag: @polarathermia
Posts: 277 
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Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 28, 2016 13:48:48 GMT
Polara gave a quiet nod, listening to everything the pregnant female said. She knew Denim's worry; being a mother herself she still understood what the pregnant human thought about. She could feel the confusion softly radiating from the other woman, tail dragging on the floor while not leaving a scratch from the barbs on the end. A sharp BANG would sound outside, and the Arcosian quickly turned to a window. "Denim." The woman's voice was low, tail swishing as she stood stone still. "Get back. Take the hall and head into the cargo area; it's the safest area on the ship. Looks like we have a visitor."
And with that, the scaled woman left the ship and went to face the ship's attacker. It was a Saiyan, who seemed to have a strange aura about them. With that she'd fly out to them hearing the hiss of the ship's door closing. The Saiyan before her laughed and soon engaged the scaled biped. Their powers would rise; Polara's determination to protect her ship due to the pregnant woman inside. Her anger rose as the male spat insults, despite the fact the saiyan was far stronger than herself. Pain racked her body as she literally got her rear kicked in, a plume of dust appeared as the arcosian woman hit the ground.. but something was rising within her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2016 23:01:47 GMT
Definitely her the loud bang outside and looked up at Polara who was suddenly frozen in place. She gave hushed instructions and Denim nodded. She wanted to answer her too and say something like, "Be safe out there Polara," but the Arcosian was already on the move and the front door of her ship was soon opening and closing behind her.
With her ki sense Denim felt the start of thee fight beginning and quickly hustled as fast as her body could carry her down the hallway. She couldn't really run anymore so she did a fast paced walk and managed to make it to a large door with a huge bulk head. "Oh great..." she groaned before suddenly feeling Polara get pummeled into the ground.
"Oh damn!" she cried now quickly searching for a panel to open the door of Polara's cargo storage room. She knew if Polara fell in combat not only was she dead by Denim herself would die next, especially since her ability to defend herself had limitations. She managed to find what was a hand scanner near the door and upon placing her hand on it found the door immediately opened for her. Denim then stepped into the large cargo room where crates were stacked and heard the bulk head lock behind her. She was in the room now all alone but she wasn't as safe as she wanted to be yet. She searched the room and headed for the furthest pile of boxes at the back of it before crouching behind them in order to conceal herself. She decided then to lay down with her back against the back of the timber crates, so she did because it was far more comfortable.
"Please don't die..." she whispered to herself over and over again for Polara.
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Polara Thermia
Archived
PL: 48,296
Brute Form(x5)
Monster Form(x8)
True Form(x10)
Zeni: 1,349
Shoki: 424
Tag: @polarathermia
Posts: 277
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Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 28, 2016 23:37:31 GMT
Polara's ki would shiver, the Saiyan beating her into the ground stomp after stomp, wounding the female further and further. It was all the general could do to hold in the howls of pain that threatened to rack the air. She felt Denim's ki in the cargo hold; somewhat relieved as she knew the human would be safest there for now.
There was a forbidden thought as the Saiyan stood beside her, charging an energy blast to end the mother's life. Pictures of Hayll, Northanius, and her beloved don Defrosch echoed, and somehow she thought she could hear the voice of her youngest son. Despite the battle-worn scaled woman's body protesting, the egging on of her sons would grow as they filled her with a protective rage.
If she was gone, there was nobody to stop this monkey from destroying worlds one day, killing her sons and the pregnant woman hiding within her ship. Anger began boiling as her ki began to escalate, the Saiyan stepping nervously upon feeling the lizards ki rise.
"What the hell are you doing?! I thought you were down for the count you stupid sow!" Snapped the male; nervousness everpresent in his tone. The prayers of Denim, her hope and will to want Polara to live, caused her eyes to glow with a radiant light.
Two arms would move, lifting her off the ground as she faces the Saiyan with her cyan eyes burning with power and spirit. "I don't care who you think you are, and what you are, BUT I WILL NOT TOLERATE YOU HURTING INNOCENT PEOPLE!!"
Her body would explode with navy blue ki, as her power level would rise to incredible, forbidding levels.. Her body expanded, the Arcosian feeling every muscle fiber, every bone and nerve reworking themselves to accommodate for her metamorphosis. A powerful roar would split the air; the skyscraper-tall monster of an Arcosian was back in action and not very happy.
Polara has unlocked her x8 (Monster Form) and is now at full unrestricted power! PL: 176,552! )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 0:48:39 GMT
Denim heard shouting outside that was muffled by the walls of the ship and felt rapid changes in powers from both parties involved outside. One felt like a dangerous burst of energy fired off at high speed, the next a weakening of power before a sudden, quiet rage slowly increased it. She wasn't sure when it would stop because it just kept rising and rising beyond what was even though possible until a roar ripped through the air and made a clearly audible impact inside the ship. Denim covered her ears then in curiosity rose up from the floor and searched for a window. She found one on top of a stack of pyramid set boxes and headed to the top. Once up there she gripped her knees and looked out a small port hole while gasping for breath. What she saw on the other side was a thick, armored leg the size of tree blocking her view.
"What the hell..." Denim uttered, "Is that Polara?" She wondered this because the leg was a snowy white color with black armored plates. Polara's legs were more like boots and at the bottom and had fine blue gems enshrined in them.
The only thing Denim could think of was that somehow Polara had transformed. She continued to peer out while holding onto the ledge with her arms and uttered, "She really is a frigging alien. I trust her now in terms of that." A smile crossed her lips as she gazed up at a barely visible elongated head blocking the sky above them all. "She's almost like one of those Saiyans when they turn into a huge ape."
Denim chuckled but then let go of the window sill and fell down onto the top of the box she was on. Her breathes became heavy and she realized she was out of strength to hold onto the edge of Polara's ship. Luckily, she was still safe where she was she hoped. Polara wouldn't do anything stupid like blow her own ship up right? Or was she truly like a Saiyan and only capable fo destructive thought now. To keep herself from thinking that she gripped her belly and rubbed it to soothe herself and her child. She really didn't want to die today at the hands of either of these people but now she was willing to more then ever pledge herself to Polara. She thought about it and figured she might as well since she had learned many truths from her and now this Arcosian lady was protecting her without question.
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Polara Thermia
Archived
PL: 48,296
Brute Form(x5)
Monster Form(x8)
True Form(x10)
Zeni: 1,349
Shoki: 424
Tag: @polarathermia
Posts: 277
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Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 29, 2016 1:06:12 GMT
Polara let out another behemoth-style roar, the Saiyan plugging his ears only to find himself brutally kicked by a massive armored foot like a fly on a shoe. Her eyes burned with a protective anger, navy blue aura surrounding her as the power she held was completely unrestrained, the male desperately trying to win the fight still.
The man tried kicking Polara in the mouth, the Arcosian opening her mouth and trapping him in it before launching him at high speed towards the ground, covered in saliva for humiliation purposes. The man yelled and fired a blast strong enough to knock the monster a few steps back, mouth opening in anger.
"Bon voyage, monkey." Polara spoke, voice colder than polar ice as two massive eye beams fired, knocking the man far away, blood flying. This all happened after Denim had let go, and the woman powered down once her rage began to subside; shrinking into her normal size and couldn't help but feel sore.
The Monster transformation was extreme, and the female briskly walked to her ship, entering it and heading for the cargo hold to check up on the pregnant human stowed away within. "Are you alright?" She asked, tail twitching lightly as she strode over to the acquaintance.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 1:23:28 GMT
For the first time ever Denim found herself soiling her sweat pants. She clearly heard the roar that came from Polara's gaping mouth and felt the tremendous force that came from her next attack. She was so scared she found herself unable to move even as the Arcosian returned to normal size and waltzed in to ask her if she was all right Denim could not answer for a moment she froze and felt her heart beat increase ten fold. She breathed in deeply though and managed to control it a little so she wouldn't faint on Polara.
"I-I-I..." she stuttered encumbered by the fact she now could not form any words, "I-I-I..." she repeated, "I'm not okay! What the fuck was that!?!" She wanted to stand up and grab Polara by the neck but her acquaintance had been so kind, despite being so different so far, that she couldn't do it. She didn't even have the strength to do it anyway either.
"You went overboard protecting my child and I. Just who attacked us Polara?" She wanted answers and she wanted them now. "And get me some new clothes too!" She needed those as well because she could feel her pants were wet as well.
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Polara Thermia
Archived
PL: 48,296
Brute Form(x5)
Monster Form(x8)
True Form(x10)
Zeni: 1,349
Shoki: 424
Tag: @polarathermia
Posts: 277
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Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 29, 2016 1:36:23 GMT
Polara raised an eyebrow as Denim snapped at her, not taking the anger to heart. "It is one of the Arcosian transformations. What we do is we change to adapt to the power running through our systems, something I should have warned you about. I must say this, however, I dislike transformation in any way."
Her tone became bitter, tail twitching semi irritably as she found a spare pair of underwear and clothing, tossing them to the pregnant woman upon her clothing request. "There's what you asked for; and if you wish to change I have a visitors bathroom down two doors to your right."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 2:36:23 GMT
"Oh okay," Denim stated now getting the full gist of how Polara had changed. She caught the underwear and clothing thrown at her and found that upon looking at them the undergarments were a simple, plain white while the clothing was a green t-shirt and jeans.
"Um, I'm not sure I can fit into this," she stated while holding up the jeans for Polara to see, "I'd have to suck in my belly if I tried to and it just wouldn't work. Yet we'll see I suppose."
She made her way over to the bathroom after getting up and then took her time changing. Overall it was total of five minutes before she finally came back somehow wearing both. To get the jeans to fit she'd literally had to take the jeans she had and completely unbutton them then attach a spare hair pin she had in the pockets of her pants to the button and link it to the hole the button normally went through. It stretched them a little further then they ended up meant to go though it was manageable for her.
"Polara," she stated with an apologetic tone, "I shouldn't have gotten excited by your transformation because the truth is I can transform too. I should have realized that's what happened but we humans don't quite raise our power levels like that nor transform in that way to the point we are very different than our normal selves. We tend to bulk up generally like those silly, awful Saiyans when we do."
She wanted to show it Polara so she spread her legs into a wide stance and began to build up power as she clenched her fists. Her power normally rested at 24,731 yet with her desire to increase it green ki filled her body and began to increase her output. The power from its base to 30,000 then 40,000 then suddenly 60,000 until it rested at just slightly over 74,000 PL. With each jump in power, though Denim felt her thighs expand along with her haunches in order to become more muscular. Her belly also attempted to form striated abdomen muscles along her stomach but the extra fat was far too cushiony to warp or change around her growing uterus. Therefore, nothing happened to that; however, Denim would gain an enormous change in her biceps that made them thicken to twice their normal size.
When she was done, her power would settle at its peak and she would say, “This here is all my power come admire it,” before flexing her arms to show off a little. The belly of course made all this muscle look out of place though Polara would now be unable to argue that she was not strong to some degree. Denim had not been sure she was going to be able to release like this all at once though she figures she might as well try since in the past it had only triggered under extreme pressure when her life was at stake. Today, it did not do so as she had triggered it with her will and right now, it did not hurt as it had in the past when she used it once to take on a bunch of monks at her old martial arts school. She truly wanted to be in control of it because the last time she had tried this she vomited three meals from the day before and been forced to rest in bed at least two days before continuing to train.
Intense Struggle Activated At Will, Thread PL: 74,193
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Polara Thermia
Archived
PL: 48,296
Brute Form(x5)
Monster Form(x8)
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Zeni: 1,349
Shoki: 424
Tag: @polarathermia
Posts: 277
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Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 29, 2016 2:50:24 GMT
Polara quirked a brow as Denim began powering up, an 'eyebrow' raising in semi surprise as she walked forward, analyzing this strange new form the other woman possessed. Her own ki began to rise, navy blue ki licking her body like a timid flame; the general stepping back and closing her eyes
What happened next was she grew in height, the scale woman changing into her Brute Form. Her power had jumped along with it; surpassing transformed Denim and sat at about 110,345. "This is my weakest transformation by far, and" A soft sigh as the feminine biped powered down, "One I dislike still. My transformations leave me quite sore; the chaotic changes ensuing our metamorphoses are very stressful on the body."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 3:02:41 GMT
Denim had grown a little too with this transformation attaining a height of five feet, nine inches, three inches more then normal, and an extra sixty pounds on her 150 lb. frame. Most of it though ended up going into her arms and legs though because her body could not alter the strained muscles in her midriff. She stepped over to Polara while she showed off her own power up, this time a new taller-yet-smaller form she had. And with this, she also indicated her hate of transformations. Her power though was still off the scales compared to Denim's and it made her jaw drop.
"You shouldn't hate your power," she stated while stepping in towards her to give a hug. "Power is what makes part of us martial artists. Then again, I suppose I can understand if it hurts..." Denim then scratched her head after the attempted hug and powered down only to find herself soon falling towards Polara for the very reason the Arcosian hated her own transformations. Denim, like Polara warned, could feel her legs weaken to a great extreme and might have fallen face flat on the floor if Polara wasn't there.
"Still need to work on that... Training as a martial artist... So I can be a strong and sexy woman..." she groaned. She wondered if Polara would understand. Polara was kind of female but then again their previous discussions had led her to be actually asexual when Jeanne asked her about it. Jeanne still wondered how to this point Polara could have three children but figured that if she could transform as much as she did becoming a mother wasn't probably hard at all. After all, who wouldn't want to change their shape to avoid looking like Denim? She could see the huge bulge in the center of her stomach as she looked down and liked/hated it always all the time. It prevented her from continuing to write her book on martial artists to the extent she wanted because she could not train to a large extent with the people she studied. Yet she wanted the child within her because kids were cute and Plaid had been so kind in rescuing her from their dilemma.
Intense Struggle Ended Thread PL has Returned to Base PL
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Polara Thermia
Archived
PL: 48,296
Brute Form(x5)
Monster Form(x8)
True Form(x10)
Zeni: 1,349
Shoki: 424
Tag: @polarathermia
Posts: 277
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Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 29, 2016 3:09:32 GMT
Polara swiftly made to catch the falling woman, tail twitching as she lifted the other with ease and moved to set her down in a spare cozy chair that sat in the corner. "Power down, you'll hurt your child if you keep doing this. Your adrenaline will go through to it and the tiny heart it has wont be able to process it if you aren't careful."
Her tone was not scolding, nor angry. It was a time that was knowing, sympathetic almost. It was as if the Arcosian didn't seem as cold as her name or her body implied; there was actually a few layers most didn't see being revealed to the pregnant woman in the chair.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 3:20:35 GMT
"Polara, thank you so much," Denim answered weakly with a smile. She could feel her heart racing a little more then usual again and now the child's thumped in rhythm with it causing her to realize that her power was indeed problematic if she used it too much. She hadn't remembered it being so but that was because many years had gone by since the time she was forced to activate it to survive that onslaught of monks during her original training. She had been told to, "Fight them bare handed and hope to come out alive with your clothes on your back," while everyone else at her school in that class had been given any and all means to hurt her short of ones that might instantly kill her. The training had been risking her life to survive to activate the skill known as Intense Struggle, but it was within all humans she'd been told and after fighting them off managed to actually activate it and pretty much break half the class in two.
The injuries she sustained in return were pretty bad on top of the bed rest she was forced into from severe vomiting but this time she knew she had control of the power. Perhaps it was thanks to being in such comforting settings. She whispered aloud to the watching Arcosian, "Let me serve you and come home with you to your world. I have some things to do back on Earth, even though I have considered not going back for a long time, but I will gladly help you from now on for showing me such kindness after these things are done." Her mirth radiated the room while she gripped her chair and she could think of no better person to serve than this kind alien.
Requesting Access to the Arcosian Empire
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Polara Thermia
Archived
PL: 48,296
Brute Form(x5)
Monster Form(x8)
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Zeni: 1,349
Shoki: 424
Tag: @polarathermia
Posts: 277
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Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 29, 2016 3:32:26 GMT
Polara watched as Denim spoke to her, requesting access to the Empire to which she tapped her chin. The human seemed sincere, yet there was the limitation of her child and the need for oxygen, which Polara did not need. "I will speak with the Emperor on this topic, however.."
She took a 'breath' despite not needing to, "I will remain on Namek for confidential reasons. While you do what you must on Earth, I will speak to the Lord and see whether he gives or denies you access. I know you are tired, please take the master bedroom two doors down to the left. Both of you need it."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 10:11:44 GMT
"Alright, thank" Denim answered before slowly rising from the chair Polara placed her in she'd then walk down the hallway to the place Polara mentioned and upon opening the door find the master bedroom where a large bed awaited her. She took no time in sitting down on it and falling back into its sheets to fall asleep. Denim was dead tired and this was soon shown by her quickly shutting her eyes and beginning to snore. The entire room disappeared from her field of view as she thought, "I wonder why a Saiyan attacked me today? Do they know about me?" Her thought though was lost to the realm of dream land as she spent some time recovering her energy.
After her nap, she awakened and pondered if she should now leave for Earth. If she did, she wouldn't get to spend time with Polara, but if she didn't she was going to be able to still learn some more from the Arcosian woman. It had been very productive for her so far today.
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