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Strongest Under The Land Under The Heavens ~done~; Medium Quest ~~FINISHED~~
Topic Started: Jul 22 2010, 06:23 PM (120 Views)
Maximillion
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Strongest Under the Land Under the Heavens
Location: Earth
Difficulty: Medium
Reward: +600 zeni, +5 DP, +20 all stats, +5 Rp Credits
Bonus: +3 alignment if you destroy the league, OR -3 to alignment if you become the new champion.

Description: An underground fighting league has recognized your skill, and invited you to participate in their infamous martial arts tournament, where the strongest and most vicious martial artists around fight each other, often to the death. Depending on what kind of character you want to be, you can take this opportunity to get close to the head of the league, and put an end to this bloodsport for good, or to show you're the most vicious fighter around, by putting an end to any fighter unfortunate enough to be put against you, and become the new champion of the league.
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Maximillion
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The Underground had begun to take a serious turn for the worse. What used to be just drugs, weapons and slave trade had now become run by those who would much rather let anarchy and disorder reign. That meant that another World War was likely to ensue, and people on both sides were going to end up either losing their lives, or losing those they cared about.

Sadly, such was the end result of things like this. He'd seen it a couple of times, although on a far smaller scale. He was sure that things would get far more out of control with their being such a large number of people working in the Underground Networks, a number that continues to grow more and more every minute.

Local law enforcement had received word of Maximillion's unique skills and talents, as well as the success rate of his Missions. Although he had received a "Passable" mark in his last Mission, it was only because he was able to convince his Employers that she had died, and although a 'twin sister' existed, she knew nothing. He only got half his pay, but that was still enough to pay his bills, buy some extra cybernetic parts for a project of his, and some new gear he could wear. Everything he had been wearing up until now had been free clothes given away by local charities and organizations. Now, he could choose to accessorize some.

The "Kid Genius", probably the only Pureblood Saiyan who might be able to honestly call himself such (especially amongst the males), was now making a name for himself. Since his employers had always known about his H.I.I., there were no major problems with him revealing his true form to them. He was still a strong, stout young man with more than enough muscle and might to get the jobs done, with intelligence to boot. But, these kinds of men -- the ones who hired Bounty Hunters -- cared little whether their hired hands were women, children, old or young so long as the job got done.
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Maximillion
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Infiltrating this Underground Tournament, despite being one of the most daunting prospects he'd ever faced, filled him with a sense of excitement. He knew all kinds of humans, aliens and even demons would come together to duke it out in the hopes of achieving glory and fame.

But for him, it was the thrill of the fight. The prospect of fighting powerful opponents made it so that he could barely restrain his impulses when the day of the Tournament's start arrived, and he began making his transportation arrangements.

The banquet before the fight was as rich and tasteful as one could ever hope to expect, especially before something as dangerous as a ruthless meeting of fists and weaponry in the Underground. Although they feasted upon the food, many - like Maximillion himself - stood away from the banquet table, munching whatever they had brought with them, or just watching the others as THEY ate. There was reasonable suspicion that the Syndicate orchestrating this Tournament had just as much to gain by poisoning some of it's combatants as it had to lose. With that being kept in mind, it was a surprise that the vast majority of the Tournament's would-be competitors would be stuffing their faces here and now.

How many years had passed since his encounter with the female Saiyan during one of his more tedious Bounties? One? Two? Oh, it was always hard to keep count. Although he hadn't hit many phenomenal milestones during his training sessions, he had at least managed to raise his strength to almost double what it was. He was becoming better at so much, but that still left a lot of room for improvement. An obvious notion, probably not even worth noting....but the author has decided to note it anyway (:P).

A series of loud banging noises heralded the men sitting at the tables suddenly keeling over, clutching at their throats before foam began issuing from their mouths and nostrils. They would twitch and fail for about ten seconds then fall still, emptying their bodily fluids (and some solid waste) upon the floor. The stench was unbearable. More unbearable, however, was the cold smile playing along the lips of a snappily-dressed man with slicked-back gray hair and sunglasses smoking a cigar.
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Maximillion
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He waited for all eyes to turn to him before his eyebrows knitted behind his glasses, a raspy chuckle issuing from his thin, stubble-covered lips. His gaze took in everyone gathered there before he raised his wineglass into the air, as if to toast those who'd died of their food poisoning.

It made him think back.....

The Saiyan warrior had made his mark upon Earth as something of a fighter of justice. The trials and tribulations he suffered in his previous battles had given him a new perspective on things, as well as invaluable combat experience. Life is a brittle thing that can be snatched from you in an instant without even being able to defend yourself. The more you knew how to defend yourself, the more likely you were to live another day.

Maximillion always found it interesting to compare his life to that of one of the old-day nomads. he had never really called just one place home, but had ventured to many planets across the Universe. Back during his conqueror days, he had managed to claim a large number of inhabited planets with VERY powerful guardians and inhabitants. He had even begun to be heralded as something of a god by his people, having been the only one to win the Vegeta-sei Tournament several dozen years in a row. Then again, that is how it became so popular.

Saiyans, by nature, want to become more powerful. Having someone who has continually won the championship, winning even against Dosiv himself, had given people the inspiration they needed. They felt that if they could defeat Maximillion, they had what it took to become legendary.

That would change. Or he would at least try to change it. The simple fact that he has seen people exceed power he ever thought was possible irritated him. He longed for more power, and cherished the abilities he already obtained, but it was no longer good enough for him. Maximillion knew that he would have to exceed his own limits if he wanted to go head to head with one of those people he enjoyed fighting with and to make sure he never got conquered.

The fight waged onward and onward as the three kept matching blow for blow, until one of the apparitions was caught off guard by both the REAL Maximillion and the other Apparition's cross-slash. As it vanished, the two remaining fighters continued battling it with one another. Apparition Maximillion kept slashing rapidly for the REAL Maximillion's face and limbs, and the REAL Maximillion would parry them and lunge in for a slash, or dodge it altogether and aim a ki blast for the others' face.

"God dammit.." Maximillion muttered, his aura exploding around him as he lunged towards his identical foe. "WON'T YOU FU**ERS JUST DIE?!?!?"

He then laid into his foe, slashing and slicing and cutting at every opening, aiming for his foe's vital spots and trying to get in as much of an edge he could. His Saiyajin blood was now pounding in his ears and he could feel his face getting hot as if it was on fire. Even these many years into his life, he was still in his prime and kicking ass.

Maximillion slashed for his opponant's legs, but his blow was parried just in time for his other sword to slash straight for the apparition's torso, forming a small cut along the side of it's chest. Whipping around, Maximillion aimed twin strikes for the apparition's back and shoulder, but missed both times. They were going at it once more like a flurry of sword slashes and fast moving bodies.

He charged his opponant once more, actually hurling the staves at his opponant. The apparition knocked the staves aside, smirking in the most cocky of ways, but it's smirk faded as Maximillion took that opening and began pummeling the apparition's stomache, ending it by slapping his palm flat against the apparition's stomache and letting loose a powerful Ki Blast, which tore straight through it's torso. As it fell, Maximillion grabbed up his two swords once more, turning and ready for the next one.

It was a dangerous fight. At any time, the real Maximillion could possibly be injured, harmed or worse. Yet perhaps that was what drove him to keep fighting at his best, not even letting his guard down for a second.

They say a fighter never truly unleashes their full potential until they are faced with a 'Life or Death' situation, and it was proving once and for all to be ultimately true.

Powering up, they both glared at one another from their respective corners, their energy levels rising. Maximillion noticed with a smirk that his foe's power level seemed to be charging at a much slower rate. The split second he was at his top, he charged, striking a flash across the foe's torso, interrupting it's ritual.

"I am sorry, O' fake me.." Maximillion cackled with glee. "Did I interrupt something? Oh, don't stop on MY account!"

Maximillion jumped forward again, using his foe's openings to strike devestating blows to his opponant's body and sword. This apparition was seriously determined to outlast the original, but he lacked the heart and spirit the original had, which meant it had lost long before it had even begun. But it was a lesson that, had it've been real, it would've learned rather quick.

Shooting into the air, followed closely behind by the apparition, Maximillion suddenly dipped and dived, twirling like a helicopter, his staves slicing at the few trees that were around them, and eventually hitting the apparition, though the slashes were deflected. It left enough of an opening for him to take advantage of, though, so take advantage he did.

Twirling both staves, Maximillion tossed one into the air, then twirled the second one in his hand, flipping off the apparition. As the fake Maximillion lunged forward, the REAL Maximillion used that split second to use his staff to strike it hard against the staff that was aloft, sending it soaring straight into the apparition's torso.

The apparition looked down at it's torso, then pulled the staff out, throwing it to the ground. With a look of astonishment, Maximillion thrust out a palm, using his energy resonance to call the sword back to his hand. Once it was safely in his palm once more, he gave this last apparition a once over and found a fascinating piece of information he had looked over before.

Instead of having the same unstable energy core as the other apparitions, this one seemed perfectly solid, bone structure and everything!

But that could only mean..

"darn... you must be, like, some kind of jacked up REAL fake me!" Maximillion exclaimed with uproarious laughter, which only irked the other figure. "Can you talk too, or cat got your tongue."

"None of yer darned business.." the apparition replied, before lunging back at Maximillion, swords clashing once more. As their swords met, a strange reverberation shot through the space between them and the apparition was sent soaring backwards, staring at awe at the true Maximillion's smirk.

"Not afraid, are we?" he taunted, cackling wickedly. "Should be. You're all about to die... right now!"

And with that, his staff shot up in the air and his ki exploded around it, blasting like a shockwave of spiritual pressure that slammed into all of the apparitions and the other two figures standing in the back alike. It slowly enveloped their forms, disintegrating them upon impact.

Sighing, he landed on the ground, throwing his staff up into the air. It spun a few times and then sheathed itself back in the sheath on his back. Turning his back, he made his way back to West City.

"Still nothing.." he could be heard saying as he made the slow trek back towards the city. "Still no opponant worth my time."


He snapped out of his reverie as he heard the man speaking again

"In the world of Mercenaries, Bounty Hunters, Assassins and Thieves, there is no trust. Your friend today could be your enemy tomorrow. Nothing can change this. Not time, not money, not influence nor power. The men who pitifully engorged themselves with free food offered by a stranger on whom they had no background information on.....they were fools. Falling prey to poisoned food is not a shameful death, but the fact that such naive creatures even went through the measures they did to network Underground and participate in this Tournament....that is what makes them foolish and shameless creatures. Although, I guess, it would be more fitting to use the past tense in reference to them."
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Maximillion
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Maximillion stared hard at the man. Where had he seen such a sinister figure before? It was right on the tip of his mind, but for some reason, it wasn't coming to him. The man's eyes turned and locked on Maximillion's persona for a few minutes, but the young Saiyajin had wisely already let his eyes drift to the corpses on the floor. Meeting a Crime Lord's eyes was grounds for execution, as they typically expected to be treated like Royalty.Three of the aliens gathered there made the mistake of looking him in the eyes, and were caught unawares by the trio of silenced gunshots that pierced their vitals and sent them into a bloody heap along with the other would-be competitors....leaving only Maximillion and seven other grim, sadistic looking figures.

"This is the kind of thing we, in the world of 'Dirty Business', call a Preliminary. And the Preliminary, gentlemen, has concluded. You may now return to your quarters. The first match will begin at 0700 hours. If you sleep in, you will not wake up. Let's just say....this close to the Earth's Core, some pretty nasty toxins could end up leaking through the vents. I would hate for anyone to take any chances...."

With one final smirk, the man left with his thugtourage (entourage of thugs), leaving the eight fierce warriors to their thoughts.

* * *


There was no sleeping, as far as Maximillion was concerned. Fortunately, he had taken a pill (manufactored by Capsule Corp some years ago) to stave off his need of sleep for 24 hours. He did lay in bed, though, pretending to sleep. At some point in the middle of the night, a gentle hissing noise sounded, and Maximillion quickly pulled a thick cloth over his nose and mouth. He could see a green mist envelope the room, and hear coughing from outside of his door, presumably from those in the rooms adjoining his own. A little coughing, then a dead silence.
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Maximillion
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"I can't believe these idiots. Many of them were stupid enough to bring their money with them!" A voice cackled, the voice of the man orchestrating the tournament.

"Umm, what about the Tournament? Our sponsors will get suspicious if there's no tournament after all their waiting."

"Fool, we'll still have it! We'll just tell the fighters that everyone's items were stolen the night prior, and that winning features a bonus prize....the money and possessions of all the losers! BWUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

It was all Maximillion could do to not make a noise while the men made their rounds. He could hear them alll shuffling around the hallways, entering the stoney bedchambers and pilfering the warriors (in their drug-induced sleep) of their precious belongings. The boss could even be heard making remarks about Rolex This, and Worth Ten Grand that. This boss was the dirtiest of the dirty, and there was no way he could be allowed to live. Innocent lives would be claimed by this man, sooner or later, and it was best to end his tyranny before anymore evil could come as a result of his money- and power-hungry ways.

As the men entered his room, Maximillion remained silent and quiet as they drew his blanket off of him and went to reach into his pocket. Suddenly, without warning, he lept upwards, grabbed both of their heads, then cracked them together before thrusting them into the wall, where their skulls would collide with the wall and their eyes would roll up into their heads as they tumbled onto the floor. The boss could be heard still muttering about 'Money, money, money", not even paying attention to the wellfare of his henchmen.
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With a grunt, Maximillion slid along the corners of the room with his back to the wall, moving only until one eye could peek beyond the door and look beyond.

The boss had his back turned to Maximillion, and that was all the opening the young Saiyan needed. Kicking off, he spun around and drove th e heel of his foot straight into the upper spinal col umn of the boss, sending him crash ing into the far wall, expelling his bodily fluids before he'd even landed. Walking over to the man, he knocked off his blue derby hat and pulled him up by his long, greasy hair.

"I try my best to stay out of the affairs of the corrupt and wealthy, but what you're doing here is just downright evil. You would have men stake the ir lives, their very livelihoods, AND black mail them with their own possessions? That's something I cannot overlook. Evil? So long as it's not harming innocents against their will. Gamblers create their own deathtraps. Rigged races? Who cares. Same deal there. Even demon ic tournaments like this, because the participants know they risk their lives. Howe ver, to go beyond that and exploit their desperation just to rob them blind......Nah. I can't avert my eyes when there is money involved. Sorry."

With his free hand, he reached it forward and wrapped his hand around (as much as he co uld) the slimeball's fa ce and loosed an energy blast into the midst of it, sending the man down in a pile, dead. The bl ast was weak enough that it would've only undone the nerves and bl ood vessels in the face, there fore sending the man into shock so th the coro ners would have THAT on their records, rather than beyond-hu man-strength punch-holes in his body parts.

And with that, he made his way out of the Underground lodging facility, out into the night air, and set forth on the winding path leading back to West City. Taking in the sweet, sharp night air as he walke d, he thanked God that he was born into this universe with the powers necessary to do good, where others can not (or will not ) do good for themselves.
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Maximillion
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Evil always triumphed, to a degree. They were willing to go through means that those with pure hearts never would. They could sacrifice a comrade without even batting an eye, or even kill one of their followers simply for the fun of it. They had no respect for human life, and probably never would. Why should they? In their own small, little circles, they were on top of the world. They took the role of God into their own hands, and figured the rest of the universe might as well follow the same mindset, or risk the wrath of "God" smiting them down where they stood. Many Saiyans had lost their lives in the service of the Changeling Empire, and unrightfully so. Maybe they didn't value their women and their children as much as other races do, but they could've, had the opportunity presented itself. It was FAR from unheart of for a member of a notorious warrior race to actually soften their edge, settle down and have a family once the opportunity genuinely presented itself.

Then there were those who were neutral. The kind of person Maximillion had always considered himself to be. Even-tempered, slow to take sides, in it for his own gains. It didn't matter whether he was committing good deeds, or if he was committing ill deeds. All that mattered was the money. He'd saved as many people as he'd crushed, the only redeeming factor about it being his unwillingness to kill. Still, he was a terrorist and had been encouraged to be so from youth, simply because of his Saiyan heritage. "Pride of a Saiyan" this. "Saiyan Blood" that. And yet, so many of those who had spoken so fondly of their heritage were now only memories in the hearts and minds of those who'd known them, because their "Pride" was shattered with their bodies, and their "Blood" soaked the ground on the planet they died upon.

But the GOOD. Now, THAT was a faction that was beginning to really appeal to Maximillion. They treasured their friends and teammates, and would do ANYTHING to protect them. They valued life, they loved nature (usually), and they would only raise a fist to those who would make others suffer needlessly. Maximillion had taken up vigilante work for a long time, feeling a Calling...a fulfillment within himself that he had only felt when he was beating the tar out of some yakuza, or when he was helping a cat out of a tree for some orphans. It filled him with a sensation greater than the thrill of fighting........well, let's not be hasty. It was a pretty damn nice feeling, but fighting still filled him with greater joy.

What had that man, Turles, told him?

"There is no reason to live if you cannot protect those things that matter most to you, unless your reason to live is to become powerful enough to do just that."


Yes....he would do that. He would fight for Good, be a Freedom Fighter. He would do everything in his power to crush anyone who would put those weaker than them under their heel. He would be a protector of the people, an embodiment of Justice in the universe.

Unsung hero of Earth, protector of the people, a Saiyan reared primarily on Earth...

Born "Paripz", reared an orphan called "Maximillion" by his first Sensei, in memory of a long-lost student of his.

Future Savior of the Universe. And maybe not just THIS universe, but other adjoining universes. And maybe even other dimensions and realms currently unknown.

Anything was possible. Especially when you had a group of friends by your side, like those that made up the Alliance of Gods.

(total: 3,717)

~~QUEST COMPLETED!!!~~
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