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| Topic Started: Nov 11 2008, 08:15 PM (210 Views) | |
| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 11 2008, 08:15 PM Post #1 |
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Vegeta awoke to the sound of something slamming against the front door of his home. His eyes opened wide and stared blankly at the ceiling as he gathered his bearings, remaining motionless as he honed his ears to hear out any other disturbances. There was nothing but silence. He closed his eyes and began to drift back to sleep, slipping into a dreamless rest that seemed to pass by way too fast. Hours later, he awoke for the second time that morning. He was now greeted by the brightly shining sun that pierced his open windows, lighting up his room just enough so he couldn’t attempt sleeping any longer. Vegeta moved with an uncommon slowness today, deciding that he would take a break from his intense training and simply recover all his spent energy. The Saiyan Prince stepped into his living room and gazed around at his surroundings. His habitat was almost completely bare with the exception of a few necessities. There was no television, no electronics, or anything that wasn’t required for his day to day survival. It was when he was looking around that he remembered the noise that originally had awoken him. Deciding to investigate, he proceeded to the entrance of his home and pulled the door open. The door creaked lightly on its hinges from lack of use but once open, it revealed a sealed letter strung together with a rock. Vegeta took the letter into his hand and looked it over, finding that it was nothing more than a simple piece of paper. Pulling out the written portion within, he quickly glanced it over. “You have been recognized as one of the city’s greatest fighters. With this recognition, you have been invited to participate in a secret underground tournament. The rewards for winning the tournament are too enormous to list. You will be pitted against some of the city’s other finest warriors, and should you succeed in winning, you’ll have the chance to meet the organizer behind the whole tournament. Best of wishes, The League.” |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 12 2008, 07:49 AM Post #2 |
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Vegeta continued to look the letter over for a moment before he crumpled it into a ball, squeezing his fist tight around the invitation. Although the appearance of his face was calm and collected, there was a tinge of anger now flowing within his veins. His nose twitched a little and his nostrils flared to mark his frustration. “I don’t need anyone to recognize my strength,” he grumbled lowly, his muttering voice making his words hard to comprehend. “I especially don’t need some fools running an underground tournament to notice me. We’ll see how they like it once I shut down their little competition.” The Prince turned and vanished back into the confines of his household, allowing the door to swing shut behind him. He carelessly tossed the invitation to the floor of his kitchen and then continued on into his bedroom where he changed into a more suitable wardrobe. Hours later, Vegeta found his way into the underground facility that hosted the secretive tournament, as was printed on the bottom of the invitation he received. The hosts were a little suspicious of the Saiyan once he failed to provide the letter that was addressed to him but Vegeta notoriety had spread far enough that he no longer required identification. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, he was lead into an office decorated with a multitude of expensive relics, antiques, and decorations. Set in the center of the room was a large desk, and behind it sat a small, balding man suited with an eye patch. Vegeta gave the sitting man a cocked eyed expression, finding his appearance to be not so atypical of one hosting illegal activities. Behind Vegeta were two posted guards at the sides of the door, and outside the room he recalled another pair of protectors, as well. “Negotiations pertaining to the tournament will begin once the final recognized fighter joins us. Until then, Vegeta, you may have a seat and wait. Would you care for a refreshment? Perhaps you’d like to relish in the flavor of an imported cigar?” spoke up the man behind the desk, whom the Prince was beginning to think was the single man behind this entire organization. To each request, Vegeta shook his head. He refused to sit and instead stood in his place, eagerly awaiting to see what else was in store for him. |
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| fors44 | Nov 12 2008, 04:58 PM Post #3 |
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((Since Bardock does NOT own a house,I'll just move him in here early)) 15 minutes after the Prince of all Saiyans had arrived... Bardock had been stopped by a couple of shady looking people in an alleyway after leaving the Land of Korin,and it was apparently known by those two that he was a powerful warrior.But the question was,how did they even know that?He had only been on Earth for a day,and he was already being pestered by the annoyances on this planet. The only one that had known about his power was Shota,the first Human he had helped..word traveled fast.And he wanted to keep everything to himself and just find his son..if he ever caught up to that merchant again,there'd be hell to pay! "..Underground Martial Arts tournament?..Hmph.."Bardock realized that this could be key to getting stronger,and though the Insane Cougar he faced was tough,he knew there were much tougher things in the world..heck,even the Galaxy.And he knew that if he were to ever pay Frieza back,he'd need to take advantage of opportunities such as this. "All right..lead the way.." he muttered. ----- Shortly after... Bardock passed a few fighters on his way to the main office,still following the representatives who invited him here on a short notice.Most glared,others gave him a nod of respect,knowing that only the toughest fighters got an invite to this. "Hey,you with the weird haircut!" Shouted a fighter,tall,lanky,and intimidating..to others,that is.He wouldn't have understood,but he was sure that he had impressive fighting skills..what other reason would these guys have of shrinking in fear of his presence? The fighter stopped in front of him,and Bardock looked him over,laughing to himself.The guy was wearing Red Boxing shorts,a White T-shirt,and had Large Gloves slung around his neck.Honestly, the fashion sense on Earth was questionable."You may have some of those other punks scared,but you better watch your step around here,I was the runner-up of the World Martial Arts tournament once..'' he boasted. Bardock blinked."..What part of that makes you think I'll care?"he asked.He himself enjoyed sharing feats with warriors,but he NEVER liked a guy that bragged. The fighter blinked at Bardock's statement for a moment before raising his fist and throwing i9t at Bardock madly."Why you!"Bardock caught it with his right hand,then grabbed his forearm with his left.He swung him around and around before releasing him at a Doorway.The fighter flew past Vegeta and landed in a heap on the far side of the office he was meant to enter. Bardock entered a few seconds later,leaving those that escorted him astonished and frightened."All right..I'm ready for this." he announced. Though if fighters like the one he just took care of entered a tournament like this,he'd rather put it down for good than have disgraces walk around. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 12 2008, 07:09 PM Post #4 |
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Vegeta questioned how long it would be until the final fighter would arrive. There were no clocks or other methods of telling time in the room, so the fifteen minutes seemed to endlessly drive on. He changed his stance a few times in the passing moments, finally coming to a firm stillness while crossing his arms over his chest. It wasn’t too long after that when he heard an uprising commotion happening behind the door to the office. With his curiosity peaked, it showed in his expression, raising a questioning eyebrow as he listened in intently. Just then, the solid door flew open and a boxer’s shorts clad fighter stumbled in head first before plummeting onto the floor in the opposite corner of the room. The Prince glanced at the fallen fighter with an amused look, wondering if this was the fool they had been waiting for all this time. He actually had to fight off a bit of laughter. However, following after him was a familiar face that Vegeta hardly expected to see. “Kakarot? What has happened to you?” he thought to himself, not allowing his surprise to betray the stern mask his face wore. “No, this can not be Kakarot, his power level is significantly weaker. It is just a coincidence.” Vegeta, who looked like the splitting image of his father, reasoned that it was only coincidental that this fighter displayed an uncanny resemblance to his distant friend. “Well, shall we get things underway?” Vegeta openly questioned the boss behind the desk, deciding now that the final fighter was here; it was time for him to make his move. Without any warning or previous indication of his malevolent thoughts, the Saiyan Prince leapt for one of the two guards present in the room. His seamless transition from serenity to rage was remarkable. He took the guard’s head into the palms of his hands and pulled his face down into the rising force of his knee, soon welcoming the feeling of the man’s nose breaking under the terrible blow delivered unto him. Despite the two guards posted outside the room, there was only one remaining in the office, and that was the one closest to the newly arrived fighter. The one who would have been Kakarot’s twin, aside from the scars and older appearance. |
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| fors44 | Nov 13 2008, 06:52 PM Post #5 |
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Bardock stared at Vegeta from the corner of his eye,wondering why the resemblance was so close to that of King Vegeta.Could it be that his son survived the attack?Had to be..that haircut couldn't be a style from Earth."All right,so who--" Bardock stopped and watched Vegeta break a guards nose,and as much as he hated to admit it..he felt that. Ouch. "Mind explaining what your doing?" he asked curiously,glancing at the guard closest to him,who was stunned and shaking at the sight of his partner in a slump,nose broken.Before he could make a run for it,Bardock reached out and grabbed his by the hair."..Your not going anywhere,I'm sure your not paid to run.." he muttered,facing Vegeta again. It was clear now,that Vegeta..was a Saiyan. ((Sorry its short,but I gotta focus on school a bit more )) |
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| fors44 | Nov 14 2008, 04:33 PM Post #6 |
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The Big Cheese in charge hid under his desk,not expecting his fighters to be out of control.Didn't they want money,valuables,women?This baffled him completely,as he knew the world today revolved around how much money was in your pocket,not how kind you are.Panicking,and desperate to control both Bardock and Vegeta,he peeked his mullet out from under the desk and shook with fright. "H-he-hey!..ge-gentlemen..the f-fighting hasn't started ye-yet..what are you doing!?"he asked,standing up and putting his hands flat on his desk,finding courage..though very little of it. Bardock,finding it both annoying and a pain in the butt to hold the guard and stop his squirming,gave up and chopped him on the back of his head,knocking him out and setting him down on the ground."..I'm following the leader in a way..but after I saw that punk approach me,I'm starting to think that keeping this running would be a disgrace to all fighters.Besides,I hate those that brag,and whoever wins this will do plenty of it..but besides that,I'm with my..'friend' here." Bardock gave him a nod,though barely out of respect.Otherwise the guy looked like a prick..then again,King Vegeta was barely any different. The Boss looked over at Vegeta,having understood Bardock's reason.It was all because of that weirdo with the weird haircut and weird attitude."Well!?Why are you doing this!?You were invited and you've got a chance to make a ton of dough!"he said,getting angry. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 17 2008, 10:32 PM Post #7 |
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Vegeta watched on as the Kakarot-looking fighter dispatched the guard he was previously hanging on to. The back of his hand idly brushed the underside of his jaw as the patch eyed boss began to address him from behind his fortress desk, as if he were trying to persuade him away from destroying the tournament he slaved so hard to create all these years. After a moment, Vegeta burst into a short lived laughter and then took a few steps closer until he was standing in front of the desk. The boss went to move a step backward but tripped into his chair, leaving him unable to flee immediately should the Saiyan want to take him out. “Where would be the challenge, fool? I’ve seen your fighters and they are all pathetic. I could take any one of them out single handedly.” He paused for a moment, letting a mischievous grin creep onto his lips. “On the other hand, having to fight all of them might be acceptable. Slightly.” In a quick movement, his actions blurred to invisibility by his impressive speed, Vegeta took up the desk by one hand and threw it against the far side of the office. The well constructed desk met the concrete of the underground facility’s wall and shattered under the force of impact, splitting into pieces that rained to the floor. It had sounded like an explosion just went off. The Prince again advanced and this time grabbed the Boss around his throat with one gloved hand and drew him into the air. Still grinning, Vegeta proceeded toward the exit of the Boss’ room when his guards posted outside came running in at the sound of the desk shattering. The instant they were coming through the doorway, the Prince of Saiyans hurled the squirming Boss into the two of them. They fell like a couple of pins in a bowling alley. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 17 2008, 10:43 PM Post #8 |
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He continued to walk to the exit of the room, stepping over the bodies that littered the floor. As he passed each of them, he drove a swift fist into their face to knock them into unconsciousness. The Boss was the last to be dealt with, who was writhing on the ground and holding his throat in attempt to ease the pain inflicted by Vegeta. As he saw the Saiyan approaching, he reached into the inside pocket of his overcoat and pulled out a small, one button mechanism, which he pushed as soon as he could. Immediately, the lights in the entire facility dimmed and were replaced by the red, revolving flashings of an alarm. The Boss wanted to smile at the noise but he noticed Vegeta didn’t flinch at all once the blaring sounds filled their ears. “If you ever start up another organization like this, fool. I’ll be the first one here to bring the entire place to the ground, in rubble.” Vegeta said as he now stood over him, looming over him like a shadow of death. At the moment before the Prince’s fist knocked him out, he realized that this is fight that Vegeta wanted. The Saiyan Prince turned to face Bardock and nodded. “You’re on your own from here. I suggest you try to find your way out, it is about to get messy and I’m not up to the task of babysitting.” Without waiting for an acknowledgement, Vegeta turned and left the unconscious, barely moving bodies and walked into the hall outside the office. To his own excitement, he was immediately greeted by an entourage of applicants that had their hopes of winning the tournament, and now had to take their frustrations out on the one’s who halted their dreams. Vegeta welcomed them with his extended hand, which beckoned them with mocking fingers. “Who’s next?” |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 17 2008, 10:58 PM Post #9 |
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The first to come at the Prince was a large, burly looking ogre of a man. It appeared as if he hadn’t bathed or groomed himself in the past two years, and his odor was half his offense in battle. Vegeta snarled a little bit at the overwhelming stench that drafted around him, reminding him of his time on Planet Vegeta and the monster he faced underneath the industrial facility. Not willing to relive those moments again, he quickly moved to make short work of the large man. Vegeta met the man halfway, stepping a short foot in before leaping forward at an astounding speed and burying his sharp elbow in his opponent’s gut. The fat man groaned and fought to keep his lunch down as the blow hit, moving to grab Vegeta’s arm but the Saiyan was too quick. With the man partially bent down to his level, Vegeta rapidly withdrew his elbow from his stomach and delivered a wonderful uppercut that landed perfectly square with his jaw. The force of the attack rattled the huge man’s small brain and he stumbled backward, he began to wave from side to side on the verge of losing his balance. The Saiyan sped into the air and finished the gluttonous fighter with a roundhouse kick to the side of his bowling ball head. He stepped to one side before completely toppling onto the unforgiving stone floor, hitting with a sound slap of body fat clapping to the ground. Vegeta hovered in the air for a reflective moment, before stepping down onto the fallen man’s back and claiming it as his mountain of opposition. “Hopefully the rest of you will provide more of a challenge.” Vegeta flashed them a taunting grin as he secured his place, moving arms to cross them over his chest. He was unaware to what actions the fighter in the Boss’ was taking but in truth, the confident Saiyan wasn’t really concerned. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 24 2008, 09:40 AM Post #10 |
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The remaining foes in the hall wandered from side to side as they glared over the proudly displayed Saiyan fighter. Vegeta had still heard no word from the warrior who assisted him in the Boss' office only but moments ago, despite how it felt like an eternity. The fighters before him were growing restless with the lack of action, he could tell by simply looking at the appearance of anticipation marking each of their faces. They came here to battle and they were looking to take their newly formed anger and frustration out on those who prevented them from doing so. The Prince of Saiyans, being a lover of fighting as well, decided then to satiate his overwhelming desire to bring down this crooked organization and return to the solace of his home. In a streak of blue, the powerful Vegeta dashed forth and met the first opponent with an unexpected and incredibly strong flurry of attacks. His fists beat into the man's body like he was a bovine carcass hanging in a butcher's meat locker, feeling the rough looking sod's will and composure crumpled beneath his blows. He was onto the next fighter before any had a chance to respond to his direct offense. The already patched up applicant only remembered the split second it took for him to reach the wall once he had been thrown into the air. The wall gave way to the force of the toss and permitted him through to the other side, where he landed amidst a collection of sheet rock and two by four studs. The nameless victim put his hands to the ground but couldn't find the strength to lift up from the wreckage, tumbling back into unconsciousness and lessening Vegeta's opposition by one. "You should be thankful you didn't have to step into the ring with me. I'm saving you the public embarrassment of the spectators witnessing your inevitable loss." The Saiyan cockily state as he approached the remaining few in the hall. The biggest of the bunch and perhaps the one that would actually give him minor competition was following up the two fighters before him. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 24 2008, 09:45 AM Post #11 |
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"Well, come on," he said with the wave of his hand, taunting them again. "If we hurry this up, I might be able to catch a few hours of serious training. This petty play isn't rewarding enough." His degrading words were enough to bring the two fighters forth as one unit, giving each other a nod of companionship in the uniting to defeat a common enemy. The kind of thing you would expect to see in any kind of "against all odds" movie. Unfortunately for them, that would not prove to be enough for them this day. As they came together as one, they fell as one in single deciding blow. Vegeta took to the air in revolution uninhibited by gravity, finalizing the whirlwind movement with drawing of his boot's heel across the side of one punk's face and then the other. Both opponents turned to face the same wall before they staggered and dropped to the ground, unable to bear the force of Vegeta's strength weighted kick. Touching down to the ground, the Prince looked over the two as they fell on top of one another, grinning lightly at how easily these bowling pins toppled over under the progression of his wrath. He looked up to the last fighter who blocked the only exit from the Underground Boss' hallway. Vegeta stared hard at the relatively in shape man in an attempt to force him into submission by instilling fear. However, the man did not budge from his spot and proceeded to hold his ground. "Even after seeing all these fools fall before you, you persist. Some might consider this act of defiance a form of bravery. You most likely believe such a thing. The truth of it is, its annoying." Vegeta tended to his slightly disheveled appearance, taking a few aggressive steps forward as he adjusted the fit of his gloves to his well prepared hands. "It is of no concern to me. I'm not the one who's going to be walking out of here in a world of pain." |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Nov 24 2008, 09:51 AM Post #12 |
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Still, the brick wall of a man remained still and silent. It was only after Vegeta was in range of his attacks that he did launch forward with an incredibly fast kick, his boot firing like a rocket for the head upon the Prince's royal shoulders. The attack was narrowly evaded by the casual casting of his head to one side, which clearly displayed the crooked grin that graced his lips. Like lightning from the heavens, Vegeta's hands came up and grasped a hold around the man's outstretched leg. The Saiyan pulled down viciously upon the limb at the junction of his knee, resulting in the hideous and sloppy sound of his thick bones snapping. The previously silent man howled in agony, witnessing his leg's contortion and actual bending in a fashion it wasn't meant to. Vegeta now assumed the man would no longer provide any resistance. The Saiyan dropped the hold on the man immediately and stepped to the side, watching as he fell to the ground among the others considering he was no longer able to support his weight with a shattered leg. After he had passed the sobbing man, he paused in mid-step and turned over his shoulder to look back at the man. "It would be an appropriate time to remind you that you were given sufficient warning. You could have considered the trail of bodies before you an extremely sufficient warning." After a moment of thought, he shrugged and continued on with his walk to the exit. By the time he had reached the final trail out of the underground establishment, he had already forgotten about the warrior who looked so much like his rival Kakarot. Any thoughts of his whereabouts were extinguished and anything that happened to him was no longer the Prince of Saiyans' concern. If the unknown one's wellbeing was ever was his concern. ~Fin |
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