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Vengance; I am the venge-nator.(Easy Quest. Fin)
Topic Started: Oct 16 2010, 09:04 AM (290 Views)
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Vengeance

Location: Earth

Difficulty: Easy

Reward: +400 zeni, +2 DP, +10 all stats, +2 rp Credits
Bonus: -2 Alignment

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Tatsu Markil was once a great martial artist. Until a rival clan lead by Crin Blackheart killed him. They feared he would win the national tournament and take away their glory as he did the year previous. Jenna Markil, Tatsu's wife, has hired you to hunt down the Blackheart Clan and kill them all.

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Trunks rubbed his temples, sitting cross legged behind Master Roshi, who was steering a speed boat toward inland.
"Your gonna win that tournament for me, and I'll be famous...AGAIN!" Roshi said, grinning crazily. Trunks made an attempt to block him out and meditate, and failed miserably.
"Roshi, I get it. Can you just turn on the radio or something? Your tiring me out." Trunks said angrily. Roshi laughed, then turned on some sort of 80's rock.

A few hours passed, in which the World Tournament came into view. This one was being held at Mr. Satan's island. Each arena was over fifty feet in the air, and it was a free for all, if anything. Trunks stared, amazed, at how perfect this arena was for him. Standing, he prepared for whatever would come.


...

Trunks slipped into the shirt-jacket, orange and white, that Master Roshi had learned was a bit to big for him now a days. Pulling his shoes back on, Trunks walked out toward the first arena.

"Pssst..." Came a feminine voice. "PSSSSSSSSSSSST!"
Trunks turned, sensing the low level power who had called for him.
"Yes?' He asked, arms folded.
"If you win the first round, I've got a proposition for you..." She whispered, then blended away into a crowd. Eyebrow raised, as usual on this planet, Trunks continued his walk to the lowest stage. Thirty others- the closest to his level a muscular swordsman. Worthless.

The first six rounds will be free for all's, the winners of each moving to the Tag Team Tournament. The loosers of that will face each other, same to the winners, and the winners of those two battles move on to the Old Style tournament. That will be like the other World Tournies, and the winner gets the title! This is a no rules match; Killing is..." The announcer gulped, "Allowed. If an AUDIENCE member is harmed, you are disqualified." He added, then shut off.

The big screen switched to Trunks, standing at the center of the ring. The other other 29 fighters made a circle around him, preparing to eat the boy alive. Trunks spat where he stood, digging his shoes into the saliva, then tensing every muscle in his body, un tensing, then repeating. With the blood flowing hot, he smirked, and made a 'Come get me' movement with his right hand. Instantly, ten of the fighters charged, the other nineteen making a tight circle to keep Trunks from escaping.
The first punch landed, doing absolutely nothing. Same with the second, third fourth...No matter what they did they couldn't harm Trunks, for each of them combined added up to a Power Level of 600, tops.

Looking up, he noticed the Swordsman had already won his match, blade directing the sun light down to his match. Frowning, Trunks caught the next punch and swung the fighter, knocking five of the bombarders down, then throwing his human mace at the remaining five. Walking steadily toward on of the nineteen making a barrier, Trunks went to full power, causing the fighters to shiver. Lifting one hand, he swung, barely tapping the man he faced, and yet sending him to the ground.
"You barely have a Power level of three. You shouldn't be here." Trunks whispered, then picked him up, dropping him over the edge and into the water. From behind the remaining twenty-eight fighters charged, attempting to push Trunks over the edge. Smirking, the Sayian Prince back flipped over them, watching them tumble over each other and into the water.

He landed squarely at the center of the ring, placing his hands in his pockets. "Hmph. Wannabees." He spat.


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"The winners of round one: F.T, Crin Blackheart, Death Reaper, Drill, Nao, and Zao! Would the winners please move to the tag-team-ring!" The announcer shouted. Crin Blackheart...Had to be the swordsman. Cracking his knuckles, Trunks made his way to the largest ring. Crin Blackheart stood next to him,Death Reaper and Drill across.
On either side of the ring were Nao and Zao.

"This is a tag team match; Only four of you will live. Teams this round are Crin Blackheart and F.T, Death Reaper and Drill, Nao and Zao. You may begin when the ring hits full height!" The announcer called. So far Trunks hadn't killed anyone- only harmed severely. Death Reaper had his face painted like a skull, wielded a scythe, and wore a dark cloak.
"Devil Worshiper..." Trunks growled. The nano second the ring hit full height, Trunks blurred, smashing Death Reaper in the face with a heavy punch, spinning on his heel and smashing the demon to the ground. Stealing the scythe away, he slashed into the man's chest, then kicked him off the edge, dropping the scythe after him.
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The body bounced, scythe clattering next to it. There was a long gasp as the body turned to shadows, fading away.
"He...Really was evil!" The announcer muttered, realizing he'd hired the actual Grim Reaper. How had that happened?
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...The same way he'd hired Crin, Trunks, and anyone else who had survived round one. Most of them were Aliens or super powered.
Trunks was half of each.

Drill, astounded by what had happened in the first five seconds, charged at Trunks, his hands turning metallic and spiraling. Trunks sprung over the alien, landing on one foot and tripping Drill with the other. The alien fell, drills stuck in the arena. Crin sprung up, twisting his blade and attempting to kill the alien.

Trunks caught Crin, lifting him up. "No. Let this one live, he has already lost. Defeat Zao or Nao instead." Trunks demanded. Crin frowned, then removed himself from Trunks' grip, blurring and stabbing Zao- a fox like being- in the chest, pushing him over the edge. Trunks blurred, appearing with his back to Nao, the brother of Zao.
"Hello...And goodbye." Trunks said coldly, then elbowed Nao in the gut, spinning and kneeing him into the air. Jumping and front flipping, Trunks finished by kicking him to the ground far below.

The arena lurched, Trunks picking up Drill as they neared the ground. Zao and Nao were alive- barely- and being cared for. Drill was taken to be stitched up, leaving Trunks and Crin. The tournament had gone quickly...It was almost pathetic.

Erm...Would the remaining competitors report to the square arena?" The announcer asked timidly. Trunks sighed- then heard the whisper.
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"Trunks...Yes, I know your true name. I saw your fights. Your not human, yet your not alien. You have no signs of what you truly are- Zeey. I know your Sayian name as well, Prince. Yes, surprised?" The same, feminine voice asked. Trunks froze in mid walk, turning slowly toward the voice.
"I am Jenna Markill. The man you were fighting with- Crin Blackheart...He killed my husband...I want to avenge him. And I know your secrets. If you kill Crin, I'll keep them to myself, and pay you nicely." She whispered. Trunks could only nod- and do the movement he'd used when facing Broli a day or two back. Placing his middle and index finger together, he placed the two fingers on his heart.
"You...You have my word, Jenna Markill." Trunks said, gulping. Quickly he walked off.
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Dust spiraled around the ring, red and blue aura floating around Trunks. Crin was surrounded by black and red, his eyes going blank.
"I'm going to killlll you pretty boy..." Crin said, then vanished, attempting to stab Trunks through the heart. Easily he side stepped, grabbed Crin and smashed his head into the arena. Crin tried to fight, but he couldn't escape. Smirking, Trunks lifted Crin's dark blade, shoving it into the man's heart. Slowly he pulled the black and red sword out, looking it over.

"Good Steel Blade...But I'll leave it for now." Trunks muttered, then walked off stage, ignoring to confusion above.
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Trunks stared at his hands, eyes quivering as he remembered the man he'd killed with his own blade. The most un-honorable way to go. Slowly a smirk spread across his face, pure insanity setting in.
"Heheheheh...Hr...I'm a murderer...An assassin...There's no way to fight it...If I go back to public I'm going to be shunned...But...If...If I become like my ancestors...Maybe..."

Roshi stood cold as stone behind Trunks, a mix of emotions on his face.
"Why?...Why Trunks?"
Trunks stopped shaking, now frozen out of shock...And fear.
"R...Roshi....How do you...?"
"I've known all along. The Trunks of my time...I've met him before. There was no mistaking you, for the alias of...Future Trunks. So tell me. What is it, with your future, that screwed up your mind?" Roshi asked roughly.

"I...I Don't remember. I...I know I wasn't like this...But...I...I'm sorry. Please train me...I...I need to get off of Earth, away from the uprise that will befall me. Please Roshi....Be my savior." Trunks pleaded, shaking again. He was breaking down, head in hands and tears streaming.

"...Fine. But if you attempt to destroy Earth, I'll personally make sure you never return to life, Trunks. Now, come with m-"
Roshi paused, noticing Jenna Markill.
"Ze-" She paused, noting Roshi. "Trunks. Can we speak in private?" She asked. Trunks, feeling as if he was about to puke, stood on quavering legs, following Jenna.

"...Your path is a blur, Trunks of the Future. Whether you become evil, or one day redeem yourself...Fine. I will train you until you can leave Earth. The decisions you make are your own." Roshi said out loud, watching Trunks stumble away.
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"I discovered that there are twelve more members to the Blackheart Clan. Thirteen total; It creates a magical presence, and when all thirteen are alive, bad luck befalls their enemies....And as it turns, the man you killed was a clone of Crin. Through killing it you are an enemy of the thirteen Blackhearts, thus bad luck has befallen. I will reveal everything about you if you don't follow my orders; And beyond that the curse would eventually kill you. Make your choice and go." Jenna said flatly.

Trunks lost his lunch then, mucus and water splashing against the floor. He'd killed a fake man; an Android...An innocent Android that could have become it's own being. Truly now more then ever...He was doomed to a life of rebellion. Rebellion against his past, which now bind half of him to his old, forgotten reality, and the other to the evil young man he was becoming.
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Chapter Two: Accepting that Half

Trunks stood stone cold over Shadow Valley, a concealed group of tunnels littered with houses and shops. It was along this that ancient clans lived- at the center were Markil and Blackheart. It was there he had to go; there he would face the first of the thirteen Blackhearts. Agil' Blackheart. It was here he would accept his Sayian half; the half the came from Vegeta's hidden evil, urge to overcome all and rule everything.

Trunks made his hike down the mountain side, stopping every few hours to slurp some of the wineskin Jenna had gave him for the long journey ahead.
After five hours, he reached the entrance to the tunnels. Two guards of the Carton'Creem clan. They wore white robes, with long, metallic poles that rounded like a spoon at the end.
"Halt, in the name of Master Lucky Crunch!" Said one of the guards. Trunks continued walked, a deep anger floating off him. "I...I SAID HALT!" One of the guards bellowed, swinging the spoon-based spear at Trunks. He caught the attack with his left hand, bending it back toward the guard before pushing it back, busting the man's ribs. The other guard retreated- warning the clan, most likely.

Trunks continued, sipping some of the water from the wineskin as he walked. "...Amazing. An entire CIVILIZATION of assassins, and the highest power is maybe five hundred....If I had a scouter I could be more on-the-mark....But nothing worth getting serious yet." He muttered to himself, wiping some left over water from his mouth.

A few more hours passed, in which he noted the Carton'Creem clan had went on lock down- sure to try and kill him as he went. They were of no concern to him. He was to leave Earth within a few weeks, meaning what happened here wouldn't matter. Out in space, his new reputation may spread, but not that far....He'd be the one spreading fear.

Eventually he passed three new clans- F'oodge, Caker, and Car'ial- all of which were on lock down. Bored, he busted in a few doors, taking one hundred Zeni to add to the three hundred Jenna would be paying him. Frowning, as he realized what he was being forced to become, he continued his walk. As the hours passed, he passed the Markil clan- the only clan that was cheering him as he hiked forward....Into Blackheart territory.
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Trunks sensed Agil' Blackheart at the center of the village- and saw her in seconds. She wielded a blue blade, pointed at Trunks.
"Trunks of the Markil! If...You ARE of the Markil. You attempted to kill my brother; for that you must die." Agil' said, then vanished. Trunks jumped, narrowly escaping a powerful slash. He laded a few feet off, running at Agil and hitting three pressure points. She tensed, then whipped back at Trunks, attempting to confuse him. Trunks got her by the foot.
"How do you know my name, Agil'?" Trunks spat.
"Easy. The Markil have been chanting your name ever since Jenna told them of you. Your secret is out, boy." Agil' snorted. Trunks smirked- Jenna had left out his Sayian origins.

In a blur he smashed Agil' in the stomach with his knee, bringing his right fist to her face and the other to the back of the neck, then opened it to grab her by the hair.
"Now, rot in the pit from which you came." Trunks murmured, then threw Agil' as far as he could, watching her sink into the darkness far beyond.

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Trunks sighed boredly, resting his limbs in the Markil village. He'd refilled the wineskin with fresh water, and stocked up on fruits, vegetables, and borrowed a hunting knife and match box. This journey to avenge Jenna's husband would take a while; he needed everything he could get.
"Trunks- we welcome you to the Markil, if you wish to join our clan. It would be vile to dishonor us by refusing." One of the villagers said. Trunks frowned, bringing his middle and index fingers together and placing them over his heart.
"I can't except that. My destiny lies far away from Earth; to become powerful I must fully forget of Earth. When I am powerful I can return, rejoin with the Earthern life....But until then I cannot accept this offer. I will, however, finish the remaining twelve Blackhearts." Trunks said, then lowered his arm and walked away.
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A Night of Dreams

Trunks lay motionless in front of a blazing fire, covered in bug-nets, ten layers of blanket, and bug spray. His food and water was slung in the highest tree- which stretched well over thirty feet up. Around the sleeping body were shadows looming- watching confusedly as the Halfling Prince began to shake and sweat heavily.
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A dark presence loomed, looking out over the city boredly. Next to it was a blond twin, ball of light growing in her hand. Trunks and a one armed man floated nearby- then all froze. The statues fell into darkness, slowly regaining life. Trunks was in his new outfitting, the other three a blur of colors. Trunks was surrounded by men he didn't yet know- and one he did. Broli stood on one side of Trunks, a purple man on the other. People were blurred out behind him- obviously a group he would fight by. Slowly Broli turned, walking to a large ship and motioning for Trunks to follow...

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Trunks awoke at mid day, taunted again by his constant dreaming of leaving Earth. Of leaving the ruined life he'd created at the tournament days before. Dreams of learning of his Sayian home world. Dreams of finishing the remaining twelve monsters....But then, of course, it took thirteen to cause him the worst luck...And there were twelve left. All he truly had to do was kill Crin...

"Die, Assassin of Markil!" Came a heavy voice behind him. Sitting up and tearing the bug net and blankets off of himself, Trunks charged at the masculine voice. In a swift movement, there was a large, rounded blur. Bouncing, the figure turned. It was large- with at least six chins- and had long black hair....
"Your a girl!?" Trunks exclaimed, fighting back a laughing fit. "God- Be happy your not on a man eating world...You'd be the main course! Wow. I've never met someone that fat- not even a sumo wrestler!"

Meanwhile, the large Blackheart was expanding into a large sphere- then shot at Trunks, running him over. The large Blackheart skidded, rolling toward Trunks again. "Psychopath...." Trunks muttered, then rolled out of the way, grabbing the hunting knife the Markil clan had let him borrow. As the rolly-polly-Blackheart rolled back again, Trunks brought down the rusty knife on her expanded flesh, dragging it downward, then jumping out of the way. Blood splashed on the ground, and slowly the figure turned to a puddle of flesh.
"Eleven left.....I've killed two people..."

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Trunks rested again a few miles from the spot, next to an uncharted river which he had dubbed Sanity.
That night Trunks was taunted by the same dreams of leaving Earth... Of a planet called Mortoseth, of a shadowy blade called Xodus....
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Tower of Blackheart; First Floor



Eleven floors came to this tower, in which eleven Blackhearts hid. To find it's location you must have stopped and faced Agil' and the nameless Blackheart- the round one. When those two are dead you will be whisked to it's location- there you will kill or join the Blackheart affiliation.


Or so was the writing on the door. Trunks had only the hunting knife he'd been lent for hunting, his filled wineskin, and a few slices of turkey. The Blackhearts had been kind enough to let him keep that much before dragging him to their hideout, where he would be tested...Where he would assassinate the group.

Slowly he pushed the door opened, listening to it creak evilly. Through it was pure darkness, with purple torches along the walls. As silently as possible Trunks walked, taking out the hunting knife for safety reasons. The door creaked shut behind him, leaving him to work with the torches and his sense.

As he walked, the gravity of the place seemed to shift. At times he was walking on the ceiling, others on either wall. Only at the end of this long hallway did he find himself on the floor again, letting his brain re-adjust to normality as he tried to sense for the eleventh member of the Blackhearts.

For hours he only picked up on rats or roaches, each with amazingly high power levels for their species. At one time he tensed, thinking a large rat was the Blackheart- at another almost did a spit take while sipping from the wineskin, as he sensed a roach with a power level as high as five hundred. Did they have their pests on steroids!?

After at least two hours, the Blackheart appeared. He had a power level that felt a bit lower then Trunks', but was still going to be a bit of a challenge. "So...We can begin?..." Trunks asked, pointing the hunting knife.
"DON'T HURT ME PLEEEASE!" Came a small voice. Trunks froze- realizing this Blackheart was...Five?
"Are you...A Blackheart?" Trunks asked, confused.
"Yes, but they made me jown! They thweatened my mommy!" The girl cried. Astounded, Trunks stepped aside, letting the girl escape down the tunnel. The first of the eleven...Pathetic. Trunks walked forward, finding the stairway and climbing to the second floor.
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Tower of Blackheart: Floor Two-Eleven

Trunks let yet another brat pass, rubbing his temples. Were all of these kids the Blackhearts!? Crin's android, the fat woman, and Agil' had been twenty at the least. He continued on, dragging the hunting knife through the wall of the long hallway- to find a red liquid dripping from the scar he was making. Confused, he brought the knife closer to his face. Lifting one hand he created a small light of Ki, illuminating the substance better...Blood.

Highly confused, Trunks walked on, stabbing the wall only because it bled. If it had blood, it could get weak. If it got weak, it would collapse and end his task much easier. If it did that- he could get out of there and into the sun, where he'd be better to think.

Eventually he reached the stairs, and climbed out onto a long balcony.
"Ah...Sun..."He muttered, looking down. Strangely- there were three children down below, holding hands and chanting a strange tune. The third floor Blackheart had escaped....And also been five? Confused and annoyed, Trunks made a long jump up to a ledge on the outer wall of the building, scaling it to the top. With each passing minute more children appeared below- until he reached the roof. Once there, he noticed a pair of weighted gloves, a golden brown Gem, and a Sayian armor with shoulder pieces. Interesting. He'd have to look into those later. Meanwhile, below, the Children were starting to preform a strange dance...

Two of them turned to a light, then binded together as one. Then another pair...And another... Until there were six left. The sixth one, not fused, walked to the center of the group. The five fusion kids did another fusion, becoming one fusion, then placed on an earring. The un fused kid did the same- then was binded to the fusion.
"I AM ONCE AGAIN ALIVE! CRIN BLACKHEART IS REBORN!"
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Crin Blackheart; Fusion of Younglings

Crin- the fusion of the eleven child Blackhearts, blurred, flying full speed toward Trunks. Trunks, thinking quickly, chucked the weighted gloves downward, hearing them smash into Crin. When he appeared, he had a large bump on his head- and a fist in Trunks' face. Spiraling backwards, Trunks caught himself on the edge of the roof top, pulling the hunting knife back out and charging at Crin. Crin blurred, grabbing Trunks by the hair, and lifting him to face level.

"You were foolish to think you could take the ultimate fuse-"
Trunks stabbed Crin in the heart with the hunting knife, then twisted, prying it through the flesh and down toward the ribs. It easily cracked them opened, reaching the kidney and slashing it in half, then the gull blader, liver, and large intestine. Trunks pried it out just above the hip, then slashed across Crin's neck to finish the job. He fell, blood seeping into the building...Which began to rumble. Slowly it sucked Crin's dead body in, then took the form of a human. Growing quickly, the building came up to a height of six hundred stories, then swiped Trunks into it's left palm.

"YOU DARE ATTEMPT TO KILL THE BLACKHEART CLAN...FOR THAT YOU MUST BE PUNISHED." The building roared. Trunks was doomed at this point....Unless...He saw the Armor and Gem that had been stationed on the roof of the building- the Gem lighting up. Slowly the Building- the giant Crin's- consciousness was sucked through, then the building fell, the items dropping next to Trunks' motionless body. 1,525 Zeni fell from his pocket, lost to the rubble.

((Note: Part of this RP is how he got the items I'm buying in my Update. GoT, Sayian Armor W/ shoulders, and weighted gloves. Just clarifying.))
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Fin.

Trunks found himself on his couch in the KAME house, the items he'd found next to him. Roshi held the 1,525 Zeni Trunks had dropped, fingering it happily.
"Your
luck is amazing. This is the exact amount those items cost- once I finish cleaning them their yours." Roshi said, smiling. Trunks sighed- did anything come priceless? He noted that the hunting knife was lost to the rubble of the building, and his wineskin was in the pile of items. Steadily he reached for it, sipping what was left, then stood, walking toward a window.

He had a low reputation by now...There was no fighting it; he had to take refuge on another planet. He had to leave within the next few weeks....
He had to use the restroom really bad.
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Jenna stood at KAME house, a speed boat floating in the water a few feet away. She dropped the 400 zeni she owed Trunks, then walked off, smirking. The fool had done her job; assassinate the Blackhearts. She and her husband now owned the opposing town. The fool was being forced to be evil- and she had been the one to trick him into it. Smiling to herself, she rode away, leaving Trunks to turn to the dark side...Or just go insane. Whichever.

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