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| Topic Started: Oct 30 2008, 11:29 PM (162 Views) | |
| Disgraced Vegeta | Oct 30 2008, 11:29 PM Post #1 |
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Once again, the Prince of Saiyans found himself tearing through the air towards Master Roshi's small island. It was only a short while ago that the hermit managed to relay a message to Vegeta through an intricate web of telepathy put in use by acquaintances they both shared. It must have been something of particular urgency for Roshi to go through such a complicated ordeal just to get a hold of the Prince. Vegeta descended quickly and landed with a hollow thud on Master Roshi's doorstep. The careless Saiyan simply barged right into the old man's house without so much as a complimentary knock to let him know he had arrived. Upon entering, he was immediately welcomed by the sight of Master Roshi and his on-again off-again friend Baba, hovering over the witch's patched up crystal ball. "What is this, hermit? I didn't come all the way out here for nothing." There was a trace hint of annoyance combed into his voice. He solidified his stance and crossed his arms tightly over his chest, muscling through a soft "humph!" as he awaited a proper response from the elder Master. "Oh Vegeta! Come, come and sit down!" Roshi enthusiastically addressed Vegeta, looking up from the band-aid dressed crystal ball to do so. He gingerly waved his hand to beckon the Saiyan royal and take a seat beside him. Vegeta didn't give the slightest hint of moving. "Fine!" warbled the old hermit, coming to slide out of his chair, properly rising to his feet. "Look into the crystal ball. Do you see what is going on there?" Roshi pointed and prodded the looking ball as he spoke, which warranted a slap to the wrist from Baba for mistreating her precious baby. "There is a war going on.. Not too far from here, either, Vegeta." |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Oct 30 2008, 11:52 PM Post #2 |
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The mention of war had piqued Vegeta's interest, although he made no remarks or expressions to signify so. Master Roshi took the Saiyan's silence as initiative to continue on with his story. "There is a small town in the desert to the north that is completely overrun with criminals, bandits, gangs and all other sorts of trouble. Any one still living in the town is too afraid to stand up to these crooks and most times, if they do.. they don't live to do it again. Young people, old people, men, women, children, it doesn't matter to these guys. White, black, brown, purple, green, yel—" Roshi was quickly silenced by a menacing glare thrown his way by Vegeta, who obviously cared less about the details of the story and would have preferred to do without all of this nonsense the hermit was spewing. Roshi giggled nervously as he adjusted his flower-printed shirt and tried to recollect where he left off in his tale. "Where was I? Eh, anyway, what I was trying to say was.. I want you to go out to this troublesome, danger infested town and.." Vegeta was waiting for it. He was almost begging Roshi to send him on a mission to completely obliterate all those nuisances that plagued these helpless people. The Saiyan, although mostly good in nature, still had a darker side to him that craved delivering punishment just to watch victims squirm and suffer. Oh, how he desired to release a little rage. ".. and bring my ol' buddy some water and food!" Roshi finally concluded. The martial arts Master was currently the bearer of an enormous smile, edging on the lines of his wrinkles which seemed to multiple horrendously. By the way he had obtained Vegeta's attention, he was almost positive that the sensational fighter was absolutely excited about his request! |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Oct 30 2008, 11:53 PM Post #3 |
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"Are you serious, old man?! You take me away from my intense training to use me as a worthless errand boy?!" Vegeta's brows narrowed, furrowing in an anger he wasn't able to cap off. There were dark clouds brewing behind his eyes at the mere thoughts of being victimized as someone's delivery servant. He held tighter to his chest to the point where his white knuckled fists were digging into his own rib cage. Roshi's expression seemed to loosen up a bit, now realizing that perhaps Vegeta wasn't as thrilled about his mission as he initially thought. "Well, now Vegeta, I didn't say worthless.." The Turtle hermit continued to stammer on before he was interrupted. "Shut up, fool!" Vegeta's bellow nearly shook Roshi's house at its foundations. Since his days of serving Frieza and the manipulations of the army back on Planet Vegeta, he personally vowed he would never suffer through such demeaning wishes again. The enraged Saiyan turned toward the exit of the house and stepped into it with a swiping backhand. The pure strength of his strike blew the door from the building, tearing complete chunks from the wall it was mounted to before it flew into the vast ocean. His heavy footfalls left behind deep depressions due to his livid nature, marring the earth and sand and leaving a trail up to the water's edge where he was stopped by Roshi. "No, please wait Vegeta! I didn't mean it like that! I swear!" yelled the hermit as he came barreling out of his house, giving a quick glance to his now missing door in passing by. Roshi nearly tripped in the footprints in the ground. Despite his overwhelming anger, he addressed Roshi in a rational manner but refused to turn and face the humbled pervert. "Tell your friend that if they want food and water, they can find it in the town after I clean it up. Don't expect any other favors out of me." With those final words, Vegeta took a step forward and burst from the sand and into the clear air. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 5 2008, 09:42 AM Post #4 |
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Vegeta was still fuming with anger as he approached the horribly dry desert. The lack of humidity hit him like a slap in the face, immediately noticing the sudden change in climate and temperature. The hot afternoon sun seemed to burn ten times hotter than it was earlier, though most of it could be contributed to the lack of ocean breeze he was comforted with at Roshi's. Upon his arrival at the town mentioned, he immediately noticed how the place had been ravaged by the many warring gangs. All about him were dilapidated buildings and hovels spray painted with various gang signs and inappropriate literature. Vegeta briefly reminisced about the town that previously was, having been here maybe once or twice in the past. It sure had changed and that was a shame. He could feel eyes looking him over as he landed upon the sand covered cobblestone street, though there were no people visible to the naked eye. From around corners, in alleyways, or hiding in the ruins of their houses, citizens began to wonder if this newcomer was another gang member or perhaps the savior of their small establishment. The Prince of Saiyans said nothing and addressed no one as he took in the environment. It was quite clear that if he was going to stop the war quickly, he was going to have to sever the head of the beast—in other words, take out the gangs by taking out their leaders. For the next hour, Vegeta mingled and questioned what few humbled citizens he could find. Many were dressed in dirty, faded rags for clothing and torn scarves to protect them from the dry desert elements. They were really a pitiful bunch of people. From his interrogations he was able to identify the three main bosses of the different gangs and where he would be able to locate them. "Now that I know where to find them, the easy part can begin." He said quietly, suddenly grinning. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 5 2008, 09:43 AM Post #5 |
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A nameless gang member stepped outside a rather fortified looking building. The structure was once a convenience store but was now half destroyed and barricaded with overturned cars and cement barriers. The gangling serving as a guard reached into his overcoat and pulled out a packet of name brand cigarettes, striking the pack against the palm of his hand before moving to retrieve a single cigarette. He was silently hit by a dodonpa blast that exploded upon impact and blew him into the sandy ground. From the air above, Vegeta descended and landed before the entrance to the building. He gave a quick once over of the previously standing guard who continued to keep his hold on his unlit cigarette. The man was unconscious and proved no further threat. The Saiyan stepped forth and pressed his hand into the blacked out glass door, gaining entry as he continued into the first base. A group of nitwits were sitting at a half broken table with a few cards dealt out in front of each, obviously playing some form of poker. Without a word, Vegeta approached the players and took a seat in the chair that must have belonged to the guard he knocked out. It was a few good seconds before the gang members realized that he wasn't the guard who had stepped outside. Their delayed reaction was priceless to the Prince. "What? Aren't you going to deal me in?" The crony to his immediate left, who was the card dealer, reached down to the ground for his semi-automatic machine gun but was thwarted by Vegeta with a powerful punch across the head, knocking him unconscious as well. Before the dealer's head could hit the table, Vegeta lunged at another gang member who was seated to his right. He snatched the chair right out from underneath him and brought it across the man's upper torso in a horrific swing. The piece of furniture shattered into hundreds of pieces on collision, knocking the victim off his feet and into a nearby counter. The two remaining had fled to their feet but were giving the same state of unconsciousness of their friends once Vegeta managed a hold on them. After striking their heads together, the gang members wobbled unsteadily and then dropped to the ground to remain motionless. "Like I said, this is the easy part," said Vegeta as he moved into the next room to find the leader but was struck by surprise upon entering. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 5 2008, 09:43 AM Post #6 |
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The room was well lit by a single overhead lamp that dangled from a barely stable split wire. The lamp swung like a pendulum from the gust of air created when Vegeta opened the door. The provided light gave ample clarity to the two gentlemen sitting down, one at the desk and the other behind it. Vegeta overheard quiet negotiations about continuing the war to increase their own profits while the innocents suffer, or something along those lines, as he stepped in. The two were none other than two of the three gang bosses he was searching for. "I see you're making it easy for me," Vegeta said loudly to interrupt their current conversation. They seemed to barely regard him at first but eventually the one behind the desk looked to him. "Can I help you? And just who let you in, anyhow?" The boss didn't look much like his employees, being well dressed in a suit and tie, although it was a bit dirty looking from the constant sandstorm outside. He folded his hands together and watched quietly as Vegeta approached them. The Prince came forward and placed a single hand on the second boss' shoulder, near where it connects with his neck. His fingers seemed to search out the nerves hidden beneath his flesh before squeezing harshly. The boss' face grew wide and held an expression of shock but paralysis set in before he could utter a single sound. He soon slumped over and landed against the desk, also motionless. "I'm clearing this town out. That means getting rid of this guy," he motioned to the guy rendered by his hand. "You and.." as if on cue, the third boss came storming into the room and nearly crashed into Vegeta. "Hey man, all your guards are knocke--!" he was caught in mid statement by Vegeta, who wound him around before slamming his head face first into the main boss' desk. The blow was too much for him to handle and sent him into dreamland, where he fell over and pulled up a piece of floor to lay on. "..Well, and him." Vegeta grinned again, pushing the second boss out of the chair so he could take a seat in his place. "Usually, I am not in the mood for bargaining and would much rather dirty my hands with the blood of punks like you. However, today is the day I'm willing to make an exception. Clear your hoodlums out of this town and flee back to your decrepit lives in the desert, otherwise I might have to reconsider my offer." Within hours, the news was reporting an entirely different story about how the gangs and their leaders mysteriously decided to uproot their hold upon the town and return to where they originally came from. Also, old man Roshi's friend was able to get her water, although Vegeta was long gone by the time she was there. ~Fin |
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