“At least I managed to get out of town in time,” said the Saiyaness, addressing nobody in particular as she tumbled deeper into the Spinach Wastes. It was the dead of night, the midnight blue aether above painted with countless specks of white that twinkled at various intensities. A splay of deep purple and inky black had been drawn across the sky – a broad brushstroke that spoke of countless planets and stars that shared the Galaxy with Earth. Unfortunately, Endivia was not in the state of mind to appreciate or even draw inspiration from such mesmerising majesty. Desperation had seized her heart once again, forcing her to abandon the refuge of the metropoles and venture out into the wilds of yonder.
She cussed lightly.
“It’s just that time of the month again!” Mocking her own biology, the alien entertainer stumbled haphazardly across the grasses. Most of her care and finesse was focused upon just one belonging. The treasured ebony guitar whose shrieks and wails had helped her carve a path to stardom, Tohnari, needed to be stowed somewhere safe. But where was safe in the middle of a wasteland such as this? Thinking straight not exactly being an option right now, Chicory had to make some quick compromises and simply hope for the best.
“You’ll do, I think… Ack!” She winced, her whole body convulsed: “Yeah! Yeah, you’ll have to do…!”
Finding a small enclave of sorts at the base of a misshapen plateau, the pained performer placed her prized possession within it. With all luck on her side, once this was all over she would be able to return and reclaim what was rightfully hers. First of all, however, there was something far more important that she needed to wrest control of. Its name was ‘Endivia’ of all things. Giving her guitar one last nod, she turned and bolted, but was unable to make it very far before her eyes once again settled on the cause of this effect.
“What’re they called again…? Oh! Blutz Waves, am I right? Well… Well f*€% you too!” Not really caring for the attentions of anyone nearby, the wayward woman was most definitely in the throes of primal rage. Her judgment was all but clouded and every fibre of her being seemed to ache. It was that same horrid sensation that overwhelmed any Saiyajin – that horrid sensation that took possession of every ounce of logic in their brains just for the sheer sake of destruction. Born and bred to be a warrior, it was no surprise that she as well suffered from such symptoms. But there was one difference between the higher castes and those of lower class such as she, and that was that she had not yet claimed control over such a power.
I won’t let this claim any more lives… I won’t let this turn me into something I’m not… Self-control waning fast – unlike the brilliance of the full moon’s waxing radiance – Chicory’s last conscious words went unspoken. By this point, all of her strength at opposing this transformation had been stolen away. Resistance was futile. It was her own fault, really, and she would surely have to admit that. For now, she was blinded by an inconceivable rage so intense that it burned hot and red in her eyes. Already, the world seemed to have shrunken down, indicative of that infernal inebriation as it wracked every bone and muscle. From top to tail, the Vegetan vixen had metamorphosed into something Mephistophelian.
A fierce roar echoed across the landscape. The taupe tail of the traveller had thickened. Dark fur had enrobed her formerly feminine physique, seeming to turn as black as jet, yet grizzled by the pallid cascade of the full moon. Easily as tall as some of the rocky plateaus that were spaced around the Spinach Wastes, the enormity that was Endivia seemed momentarily entranced. That was not about to last, however. Mere seconds later, a surge of Ki illuminated the inky escarpment…
Endivia has entered Oozaru! Her Power Level has increased by 10 to a total of 103,250! I assume this thread's okay as an Invite? Nobody should be in immediate danger, even if Endivia can't control herself!
@namorel, let's do this!
Jax Punchlust, I believe you said you wanted to be party to this? The choice is yours!
Earth was a wonderful, mystical planet under the guise of the murky depths of the night. It was something he had grown used to as he spent time on this planet and yet it was something that was peculiar to him every time the golden orb that was Sol set in the horizon over the planet. On some days he would follow the almost magical ball into the horizon only to be outpaced by the celestial body as it darted across the sky at its own, unchanging speed.
Like many other nights Namorel was liberating himself with a refreshing flight, like the various nights before it was merely a simply lap around the planet before the next day break on the Western Hemisphere. This was one of the few times he was flying without his weights on and the freedom of movement he had because of this. As the wind zipped by his face he heard a familiar voice, a worried tone was carried with it a sort of franticism to the voice. Namorel thought for a moment and came to the realization who it was.
Endivia, the musician he had met some time ago, the sudden explosion of ki caught him off guard as the gigantic monkey became ever present in the Spinach Wastes. Knowing who it was, perhaps Namorel could bring her out of the state, making his way over to her location.
It appeared to Jax that, over the couple of months he had left most of the planet's civilization to enter a more "zen" lifestyle, Earth had been overrun by a new monkey population. He wasn't sure when or how this happened, and suspected it was around the time of the big "invasion" that the space primates had snuck in and seeped their way into Earth and it's society. And he was, for the most part, not okay with this. From what he had gathered, these monkeys were a bunch of meanies, and sure their were a few good ones he ran into then and again, but that didn't mean anything for their race as a whole. If it was up to him, they would round all the tailed immigrants up and shoot them into the sun. Maybe they'd try to even take over it, before burning to a crisp.
Smiling to himself thanks to his imagination's vivid imagery, he finished up his jog through the farmland that existed a bit out from on the outskirts of his home city. He found the more nature-covered areas calming and helpful to his training, and after finding a wearable cloth usually used for comfort, but was made with some sort of fabric that was quite heavy for his admittedly lanky body, he wanted to test himself and see if he could get back into shape. He hadn't had a proper training session in months, having been so busy being one of the top grocery store greeters of the planet, but he was ready to get back to it and get serious about his return to his "fightstar" lifestyle. Cracking his neck, and placing his hands together and moving them in some wave moment that ultimately achieved nothing, he put a leg back as he prepared to sprint his way back to Satan City.
"You can do this Jax-Man. You can do this. You got this down, don't worry. Okay, okay, let's do this." He leaned over, his eyes squinting as if to come off as more serious but only making him look like he had something on his glasses bothering him. "One groovy baby. Two groovy baby. Two groovy baby and a half...G-"
Racing off as if the sudden animalistic roar was a signal to run, Jax went full speed ahead, his arms and legs moving in such an exaggerated manner that anyone who would see him would struggle not to laugh. Only after a few second in did he realize that the sound was not the manly bellows of his own thoughts, but something big and scary was nearby, and his body started to sweat profusely thanks to the mix of the first time use of the new weights and the fear of the boogeyman returning ever so slightly from his subconscious. Not able to control himself in his panicked state he tripped, rolling along the ground as if becoming a ball, only stopping upon hitting a stranger. Once his body properly unravelled from practically becoming a sphere, he laid on the dirt, looking up at the victim of his buffoonery.
Upon closer inspection he noticed that the person was one of those green-skins, one of the alien races he had been glad entered Earth's culture. As far as he was concerned, they were usually a peaceful bunch, plus they naturally had cool starchy limb powers and "magic stuffs", as his father put it. Giving a wave while continuing to lay on the ground, he hoped that if anything, the Greenie could use their magic powers to stop any possible boogeymen nearby.
"Heh, sorry for that that. Didn't mean to 'roll in' like that. Name's Jax Punchlust, you probably know me, most do. Say, do you happen to know where that huge mean monster sound came from?"
The Saiyajin were an angry lot. That was a point that had been proven every time Endivia had entered her most primal state. There was no coming to terms with this immense rage – no way to wrest control over that insatiable appetite for destruction that seemed to be the driving factor of the Oozaru. At least, that was how it always felt to her. During those few seconds, maybe minutes at best in which she could stymie the release of the beast within, hopelessness was one of the most potent of emotions. Retreating to desolate, uninhabited corners of the world such as these was all she could do – and all she had done – when the radiance of the full moon just could not be fled from.
Hate…! Unbridled rage made manifest revealed to her a conscious glimpse of her tyranny. A massive fist as broad as a man was tall had struck a stone outcrop to which a few trees already clung precariously. Stone and earth were scattered to the wind, whilst torn wood pulp and flittering foliage plummeted to the foot of the cliff’s façade. Still, not a soul had been injured, unless you counted the trees. Their broken boughs and shredded trunks told tales of what kind of power was currently rampaging through an empty valley of emerald. The land might have seemed stained by darkness and silver, but all the primordial performer could see was blazing red.
I hate…! Some semblance of conscience fighting against the overwhelming need to destroy; Chicory’s thoughts were being progressively flooded with a myriad of mental maladies, from a deep sorrow to chaotic disgust. It all seemed to culminate in a single, titanic tantrum. There were others – Vegetan warriors – who used this monstrous manifestation to their own benefit. What benefit could this possibly serve? That question still stewed within her thoughts, flitting in and out of the redness and into the blackened depths of subconscious thought. It was a quandary. It was just as much fuel to the proverbial fire as it was a piece of who she really was.
All of this…! Instinctual incandescence inciting every action, from quaking steps to the feral flailing of arms and tail, ‘Lady Kong’ was far from the lucidity of thought that she was so used to. There was no conceivable melody to this madness, and that only seemed to further frustrate her. Indeed, so irate was she that – even despite the keen senses of a Great Ape – she failed to perceive the approach of Namorel and an altogether more unusual new acquaintance.
She wanted to scream.
Opening a toothy maw, she did just that, but Endivia’s vocalisation was made manifest as a spear of light. A bolt of Ki shot randomly skywards like a firework, quickly dissipating into nothingness as it closed in upon the clouds…
At this time Duri had recently arrived on Earth, getting used to his surroundings. He was flying over the wastes, enjoying the farmland, activity, and scenery. Duri would be flying over the area, enjoying himself. ["This planet is quite diverse, with different places and everything."] As he was flying, he would be interrupted by a blast that barely missed him. "WHAT WAS THAT?!" Duri came to a screeching halt, and quickly looked around the area. Thoughts rushed through Duri's mind, was Duri being targeted?
Duri would quickly look for the source, needing to find whatever it was. Duri would then look down at a nearby cliff, and to his surprise he found an Oozaru. ["Wait... It must be a full moon, never bothered to check.. Duri didn't want to turn around and look up at it yet."] He watched as the Oozaru flailed itself around, rampaging and destroying. Duri would then scan the Oozaru, which had clocked in a power level of 103,250.
Duri was NOT about to take on that kind of power alone, to beat a Oozaru you have to become one. Duri would then turn around, and focus on the moon. Duri's transformation was triggered. Duri's chest pumped, his body expanded, and he was growing sharp teeth and hair. The transformation had begun. ROAAAA! Duri had transformed.
Duri in his transformed state would land on the opposing end of the cliff, downwards from the opposing Oozaru. Duri would let out another roar to signal he was there.
[KP 3/3] [Thread PL: 12,826] [Oozaru PL: 128,260] Here I am ^_^
Power Level: 10,325 Word Count: 391 Oozaru PL: 103,250
Above her own vicious growls came another roar – the cry of another Great Ape as it came crashing down from above. Even a few hundred yards away, the second were-beast’s impact upon the ground could be felt, causing the earth itself to tremble. Somehow, it was all enough to draw the attentions of Endivia. Even warped by searing rage, her consciousness was somewhat clear enough to recognise a potential challenge – a potential target for her unbridled fury. Of all the things to encounter on this moonlit night, it just had to be another Saiyajin, did it not?
Why…? Why…!? WHY…!? His presence did not make it any better. Her question echoed endlessly within the darkened, scorched recesses of her mind. Quite simply, the primal performer only seemed to be finding yet more fuel to feed the untamed fire that blazed within her. To make matters worse, her consciousness was rapidly waning, mutating into little more than instinct. It could only get worse – for her and for the people she so loved to entertain – if these two beasts ended up directing their rampage elsewhere.
For what might have seemed like an eternity, ‘Lady Kong’ just stood and stared at the newcomer. Perhaps the only physiological difference between them was their fur, both shades of dark brown, and the very vague sleekness of the female variation. Such qualities were not really noticeable, but they were present all the same. It was subtleties such as those that somehow gave Chicory the understanding that this rampant rival was the male of the species, which perhaps only made things worse. She bared her teeth and snarled, fingered feet scraping up the dirt beneath them as she steadied and readied herself. Fur stood on end, her tail whipped through the air, and her muscles tensed as if to make herself appear even larger than she had already become. Not only was this a demonstration of primal hatred, but also of a subconscious disgust towards those whose blood she shared.
“GAAAOOOO!” she bellowed. A great deal of urgency within her wanted to go all out and launch an offensive, but somehow she was able to hold it back. Instead, she waited, perhaps somewhat shaken by what was in front of her. Or, maybe she was doing what she otherwise thought impossible? Unlikely, but only time would tell…
Duri would watch as the other transformed saiyan stood there before roaring at him. Duri would growl for a second, before letting out a roar back. "ROAAAAAAAAAA!" When he roared, a pulse of energy charged in his mouth between his teeth before it poured out of his mouth in a bolt of speed heading right towards the transformed saiyan. Duri would then crouch and sprint forward, lunging himself in a burst of speed alongside the beam, almost keeping up with it. Duri would then draw his fist before attempting to ram it into the abdomen of the opposing transformed saiyan. Duri had none of his sense now, in a state of blind rage.
The transformed enraged version of Duri would be ready to brawl, anticipating a fight. All he could see was a potential opponent that could help him get stronger and tighten up his muscles in the process.