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| Raditz Arrives!; Hard Quest | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 12 2017, 12:32 PM (466 Views) | |
| Dabura | Dec 12 2017, 12:32 PM Post #1 |
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Raditz Arrives! Difficulty: Hard, PL 700 (no finishers) Description: The Earth has seen peace for five long years, until suddenly a Saiyan with immense power arrives and begins to tear the planet asunder. His power is much stronger than originally thought, somewhere around ten times greater than that of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes! With your most powerful skills off limits, how can you join the saviors of the planet in taking down this frightening Saiyan menace? Reward: +900 zeni, +10 DP, +95 all stats, +10 Rp Credits, +2 Time Patrol Ticket |
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| Dabura | Dec 12 2017, 12:34 PM Post #2 |
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Trumpet sensed the presence of someone else in his vicinity. At first he kept his eyes shut, hoping they would go away, but when they didn't he sighed and opened his eyes, his concentration too broken to continue meditating. He found Master Roshi standing in front of him, scratching his back with his cane. The namekian barely stiffled a grin. Even after meeting the old man, he found it hard to believe that such a goofy guy could be held in such high esteem as a master. Both Guru and Kami had spoken very highly of the Turtle Hermit, but he didn't seem to live up to his name at least by appearance. "Ah, Trumpet... I hate you bother you, I know you hate that... But uh... Kami asked to see you as soon as you can make it..." the old man said, tugging at his beard. "Don't ask me why, I don't know why the old coot does or says half the things he does." Trumpet smiled and nodded, and the old master returned to his pink house, presumably to look at nudey magazines or watch skimply clad women in workout videos. What a character... The namekian stood up and stretched a bit before rising into the air and streaking across the sky towards Kami's Lookout in the sky. The deep blue ocean passed along swiftly below him, its waves stretching seemingly infinitely into the distance. Soon though, he saw the dark smudge that meant he was nearing land and started to gain altitude. In seconds he was now speeding over forests, and then roads and even a whole city before the landscape went rural again. Up ahead he saw a tower stretching into the sky and, just barely, he could make out a structure impossibly high in the sky. Normally, the clouds obscured it from below but he had risen above them now. He kept his heading, apparently aiming to head butt the tower, but at the last moment angled upwards and flew parallel with it. He had to watch for a sort of landing that was home to the cat, Korin, but then it was smooth sailing all the way up to the massive floating island known as Kami's Lookout. When he landed on it's tiled edge, he saw that the mysterious Popo, assistance and attendant to the ancient Guardian of the Earth, was already waiting for him in front of the building that took up half of the island. The genie had a large smile on his black face. "Welcome back, Master Trumpet! Lord Kami is waiting for you in the Pendulum Room!" he said, motioning for the namekian to follow him. Trumpet returned the smile and followed him into the building. The pair went down a flight of stairs and soon stood at a simple wooden door. "Kami is inside." Mr. Popo bowed and left Trumpet alone in the hallway. The namekian took a deep breath and pulled the door open. Inside stood Kami along with another person that he did not recognize. It was a very old man with light purple skin. "Ah, Trumpet! Thank you for coming. I'd like to introduce you to the former Supreme Kai! You can call him Elder Kai," Kami said, motioning to the man. Trumpet's eyes went wide and his heart skipped a beat. He immediately bent over into a bow, realizing the importance of who he was in the presence of. "Oh stand up. He said former Supreme Kai. I'm just an old coot now," the kai said. Trumpet straighted up and stared incrediously. The Elder Kai reminded him of Master Roshi. "Elder Kai has asked me to call you hear to help him with a special task. We are actually awaiting the arrival of two other fighters that will be helping out as well, so if you don't mind waiting please make yourself comfortable." Kami waved his staff and a cushion appeared nearby. Trumpet nodded in thanks and sat down, meditating while he waited. Words: 677 / 677 / 677 |
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| Fasha | Dec 12 2017, 02:47 PM Post #3 |
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Raditz Arrives! His boots thudded into the hard dirt, cracking the caked mud. The farmer in front of him looked up with a fright to see the tall man standing before him. The man was very tall, with wide broad shoulders and muscular arms. He wore a suit of short armour; his arms and legs bare to the fresh breeze blowing off the nearby mountains. His hair was long and dark, reaching past his knees and drifting to his side in the wind. The thick, tangled and oily. It was matted into thick knots, giving the man the uncomfortable authority of a savage in the bush. His face was twisted into a cruel smile, his dark brown eyes fixated on the farmer before him. “Hello,” his gravelly voice boomed. “Who is in charge here?” “U- u- uh I am?” The worker peeped. “This is uh my farm, and uh ah uh um you’re trespassing.” “Excellent,” the stranger laughed. “I am here on behalf of Vegeta, King of the Saiyan Empire and heir to the Universe. This planet is now ours, you have one week to vacate or be destroyed.” The farmer took off at run, dropping his tools and heading for the small house a few hundred metres away. The newcomer followed him at a leisurely pace, his head scanning back and forward, evaluating his newest acquisition. The door to the house flew open, smashing into the wall. The owner of the house stepped out, a double-barrelled shotgun cradled in his arms. “Now listen here!” He roared. “You get off my here land, or I’ll be giving you a new place to shit from.” The stranger continued to walk forward, the sneer on his face stubborn against the threat. “I’m serious!” The farmer warned. “I’ll do it!” The tall man’s large boots thudded against the ground. Thud, thud, thud. The villager raised his gun, “Stop!” Thud, thud, thud. BAM! The shotgun kicked back into the farmer’s shoulder and a great flash erupted from the barrel. Pellets shot out with impossible speed and splattered against the stranger’s body. His implaccable smile was the first thing the man saw when the smoke cleared. A large, dirty hand shot out and grabbed him by the throat and hauled him into the air. The tall man laughed, throwing back his head and his shoulders bouncing up and down. “This planet is mine!” The large hand closed around the smaller man’s neck, the bones crunching and his windpipe collapsing. The last thing he saw were those dark brown eyes, happy and cruel. ----------------------- The snow billowed and whirled about her ankles as she stood atop the tower, watching her army. The freed men and woman had rose up against their oppressors and killed the Slave Masters who had resided over this place for a hundred years. To one side was a blackened patch of ground where the Masters had burned. She smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and purpose run through her body. There was a train in the centre of the town, which Fasha had arrived on. She and her slave army took the train and commandeered into, chugging out of the station and into the wintery night. She stood at the front, with one very nervous conductor as they moved through a blinding storm. The former slaves occupied the many carriages behind her, gorging on pilfered rations and drowning themselves in bottles of champagne. It was their party, and she would leave them to it. What now? It was one thing to abolish slavery, but what to do after it was done? She knew her people wanted to return home, to their families. Many of them had been slaves for so long she wondered if they would have anything to go back to. She had tried speaking with several of them, but many could not remember their own names, let alone where they had come from. Their families also might be somewhere else, strapped ankle to ankle swinging tools. Fire crackled inside of her as she thought of this. I know men. She felt a presence behind her, and she turned to find a man standing in the opening to the train’s front compartment. He stood stock still, only a dark silhouette against the white backdrop.Her cold eyes turned on him questiongly. “We need your help,” he spoke. “What,” she laughed. “You’ve run out of wine?” “I am not a slave,” he retorted, sounding offended. “I am one of Kami’s men, the Master in the sky.” “Never heard of him,” she snapped. “What do you want?” “A Saiyan…” he said, walking closer. “A Saiyan has come to enslave our planet. We need your help.” A Saiyan? An old fear rippled through her as that dark alleyway on Vegeta crept back into her mind. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. She felt panic ripple through her calm composure. “But I have to defend these people, or somebody else will just enslave them!” “If you don’t come with me now, we will all be slaves.” No! Not again. Please I don’t want to be weak again. She nodded. “Okay I just have to explain things to my people.” “There is no time,” he said urgently. “You must come with me now!” She slammed her fist against the wall and leaped out from the train, taking into the air. They flew away together, off to the Master in the Sky, the train below her growing smaller and smaller with each second. Quickly the left the snowy world behind, the sun breaking through the clouds to warm their backs as they flew. The wind whipped their faces and the ground sped by as they passed cities, hills, deserts and oceans. Eventually they came to a curious pole about as wide as a man rising up into the sky and disappearing into the clouds above. They raced upwards, following the pole to a huge platform, impossibly balanced on that tiny ornate pillar. Its appearance would have been comical if not so impressive. The pair touched down onto the platform where in the centre was a white house colourfully decorated. Seated outside of the house were several figures. One was an older man, very similar to her Master Roshi. Another was a wrinkled and bent green man with pointy ears and kind eyes. There was a dark man there too, his skin the colour of the night sky and his gaze unblinking and calm. There also sat another green man, this one was young and strong with nails as sharp as razor blades and arms the size of tree trunks. They looked up at her as she arrived. Her heart raced as the stranger’s eyes bore into her. There was no friendliness there, merely cool curiosity as they evaluated her petite, pale frame. I know men. Her breath came quickly as she tried to regain her composure. “I’m Fasha,” she said meekly. “Where is this Saiyan?” -------------------------------- 1176/1176/1853 |
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| Zyren | Dec 13 2017, 02:54 AM Post #4 |
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Minutes before anyone else had arrived (Optional to skip, not "necessarily" important to the quest) -------------------------------------------------- The only people on the lookout was an old Namekian by the name of Kami, and what some people would consider a black-skinned Genie that goes by Mr. Popo. They each were waiting by the edge of the tower, both almost anxious while they stood there, only for Mr. Popo to turn his head and look up toward the top of the building that housed the Pendulum room. His eyes searched for a moment, then lit up when they found their query; A blonde teenager who was sitting with his leg's crossed, body completely motionless, almost...dead to the world. The 'Genie' opened his mouth to ask a question, only for Kami to speak before he did with his eyes closed. "Mr. Popo, he's fine, leave "Soul" to his methods. He's doing what I asked, and while it isn't exactly where I wanted him to be, he chose the best place to meditate." The Genie frowned, took one more glance at the Teenager, then spoke in slight refusal; "Kami, the former Supreme Kai will be here soon! Shouldn't we wake him to greet the Elder, and take the test to prove whether he was lying or telling the truth?" Kami opened his eyes and looked toward the Horizon, seeming to span the countless miles to look at whatever the Guardian could see, and he hummed once in thought before tapping his cane on the tiles once and said; "While what you say is true, I've already let the Elder know about him, and I was requested to let him be. What I don't get is...I feel like the boy is telling the truth Mr. Popo, but if he is...it's absurd, even with all of my experiences, this will be a first for me." The Namekian's friend turned to reply, only to stop in surprise when a third voice joined their discussion much to neither Kami or Popo noticing the newcomer's presence or entrance. They turned, then immediately bowed in respect once they saw who the stranger was even before the man had finished speaking; a man of small stature, his skin a light hue of purple, and covered in wrinkles to denote his age. "We all know how much of a shock that would be to you, Old friend. Ah, you two, there is no need to bow to me anymore, remember?" Kami responded with a slight smile as he walked closer; "Old habit's die hard, so you'll have to forgive me, Former Elder." They conversed for several minutes in the sunshine as Mr. Popo stood to the side quietly, not saying anything because he himself wasn't familiar with the elder, and because it would be rude to interject. The three of them turned and slowly walked back toward the main building, only for the Kai to look around with questioning eyes before a subtle tap of Kami's cane brought his attention to it. With a wave, Kami pointed with the cane toward the Half-Saiyan, and the Elder seemed surprised once he saw the Blonde on the roof. The purple figure took a step- -and appeared instantly in front of the Saiyan, who was still oblivious to the outside world, and started examining the teenager while he circled him. His eyes took in the lean figure, noting the musculature and strength that was housed within, then paused once he reached Soul's backside. With a subtle poke of the Elder's hands, the space around the Hybrid's waist shimmered slightly before revealing a silver tail that faded into view; causing the Kai's eyebrows to raise slightly before he continued his examination. Over the course of several minutes the elder examined Soul, and when he was done, seemed pleasantly surprised before sitting down in front of Soul and assumed the same position that the Blonde was in; albeit the left arm as it rose and made a closed fist, then extended a pointer finger and lightly pressed it against the Hybrid's forehead. Soulsearch! Soul instantly tensed, his muscles growing taut, the skin starting to turn redder and redder with every passing moment, and gasped once in pain before instantly growing slack when the Elder Kai broke contact with his forehead. This time, a variety of emotions emanated from the elder's visage, each barely staying for a moment before continuing onto the next, then repeating the cycle several times. Surprise, hesitation, shock, anger, admiration, sadness... ------------------------------ (Pick up here if the top was skipped) Soul awoke to a blitzkrieg of unpleasant sensations, skin aflame, bones itching, blood boiling, mind tearing itself asunder all in one moment before he blinked once...and all the sensations vanished. What greeted his sight was destruction and fire, the once calm and peaceful lookout covered in a myriad of craters and fissures, fires, blood...and dotted with several corpses. The sky was dark, lit up with lightning and rain, but he couldn't tell if it was night or day...or even care to try and figure out. The Green skin of a Namekian drew his sight first, the lower half of the body sheltered from his vision, but ravaged nonetheless. The black skin of an unseeing eyes of Mr. Popo greeted him next with his body settled in a pool of dark fluid. Several other bodies lined the lookout, all battle-torn and bloody, some missing limbs, others complete sections of their bodies...but before he could try and identify who was who, a loud gunshot rang through his surroundings and caused him to blink and start with shock. His eyes opened...and everything was fine. A seemingly peaceful day, the Lookout intact, and a voice echoing in his ears and drawing his attention downward; toward the edge of the lookout where the sound originated. A pale, petite girl accompanied by one of Kami's men, but Soul was focused more so on the girl in question who introduced herself as Fasha, and was looking for a Saiyan on top of it. However, her voice was meek, her body language skittish, and Soul frowned while he thought to himself; Who is she? No memory fragment is on her, so she must be someone of this Universe...but why was she called here? Wait, who else is here? His sight withdrew from "Fasha" and to the base of the building to where three--no, four people sat; two Namekian's-if the green skin, pointed ears, and peaceful energy were any indicator. The third was a black-skinned, fluffy man--Mr. Popo, while the last was a short, light-purple skinned man etched with wrinkles... Soul's figure grew rigid, unbelieving what he was seeing, only to sag for a moment when a glittering, beachball sized light that only he himself could see, detached itself from the Purple figure and rushed into the Blonde's forehead. A memory fragment, and a decent sized one at that. Oh boy, all that info...but a supreme kai, here?! Why?! Only a moment had passed since Fasha had meekly introduced herself, but Soul hid himself behind a mask of mock indifference and lightly stood, then jumped down silent to appear in the middle of the two Namekian's. The younger one he attempted to sling an arm over and grinned as he did so, then spoke whether or not it succeeded; "Trumpet, you and I need to stop running into each other like this, man!" What the Hybrid referenced was to their encounter several days ago, but whether or not Trumpet understood it, Soul cared not. Instead, he stood and lightly bowed to the Supreme kai and spoke; "Apologies, Old Kai, for I did not know you were here." With the necessary respects paid, he turned to Fasha with a raised eyebrow and continued; "Fasha, was it? You asked for a Saiyan? Well, here I am, the name is Soul!" Soul didn't understand the gravity of the situation, nor that foul things were afoot, so he probably had stirred quite a few things and misunderstood a few more with his abrupt exit from his meditation and memory; in which he had misheard what Fasha was asking about or for. WC: 1,350/1,350. TWC: 3,203 |
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| Joseph Wiltshire | Dec 14 2017, 12:47 PM Post #5 |
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Raditz jetted off after having made short work of the farmhand. He made his way to an area that was still untouched by his onslaughts. He arrived and landed on sidewalk, making a crunch in the snow beneath him. The town was busy with many people walking the streets, or commuting about in their cars which were either on the ground or in the air. He looked around and walked deciding to wait just a bit before blowing everything around him to kingdom come. He looked around at the city pensively; the tall building and streets were draped in snow. Pedestrians were covered in heavy coats and gloves and a decent number with a hot drink at gloved hand. There were adults at work and children at play. Each block had a homeless person seated on a curb or against a building in hopes of receiving just a little zeni from the people who would pass by and a good deal of people who did granted that blessing. Many walked passed the solider Saiyan, most who looked at him with the indifference of familiarity, although a good deal wondered why there was a single Saiyan in the middle of the street. A few rose a hand to salute the outsider but he didn’t understand the earthly gesture. There were many who were unaware of the great Saiyan race but he was surprised to see one be treated with such flat affect. The Saiyan couldn’t help but smile at the temperance that was so strong that it he could taste it in the frosty air. Knowing the peace and joy he was going to pry away from them only would make the act more satisfying. Raditz released a flare of energy that pushed the mean and woman near him down to the ground and built up a balls of energy in each hand, maintaining his malignant smirk. “I’ll just use this place to make an example and save time.” He extended each arm to the side and the lights in his hands grew in their intensity. Raditz bent over forward coughing up saliva as he let out a stemming breath, feeling a pain in his chest as the air was being pushed out in a steaming breath. He stopped himself before he was forced to his knees and looked around to see who could have been responsible. His expression was now one of worry and contempt. He pressed a button on his scouter to see if it had been working correctly. Surely it would have picked up a reading of power such as the one displayed in that attack. His features contorted pure rage before he releasing a progressively angry and bestial growl, as his nose steamed. “Insulate being who dares to strike a Saiyan show yourself!” Raditz clamor made all the men and woman in the streets stop in their trackers and look at him. There was a crunching sound that came closer and closer to Raditz and source of the sound was a small boy in a heavy jacket and a hood over his head, and a cap that covered his head and ears underneath. The small kid stopped and looked at the warrior towering above him. The saiyan looked down and the child. “What do you want child,” Raditz asked curtly. “Who do you think you are to approach me like this, my people killed men and destroyed entire world’s for less.” “I’m the one you called,” The child said stoically, Raditz initially replied with sardonic laughter. “You? A child, a child of this world of all places struck a Saiyan? I recommend that you say your goodbyes to your loved one’s rather than tell jokes.” The child simply gave an annoyed sigh, it was always an annoyance to not be believed. “Just go back to Vegeta, stay here and you’ll be persecuted,” The saiyan stifled the laughter that would have followed that statement. “We saiyan’s don’t yield to the laws of the worlds we choose to occupy, and we don’t bend to those who claim it their dominion, and…” Raditz made another ball of energy and pointed towards the kid before him. “We don’t take orders from children!” He gave a quick thrust and shot the blast point blank at the kid. The men and woman in the crowd grasped but the energy abruptly disappeared and after the stem from the melted smoked cleared the child was revealed to have a grasp on the arm of the older saiyan. Raditz moaned in pain, and his face shifted to add anger and disdain to the surprise and befuddlement. He threw a fist with his free hand only for the child to catch it and begin crushing the man’s knuckles in his hand. “I’m a saiyan too, but I still follow the rules.” Radtiz mouth opened dumbfounded but before he could articulate these feelings Joseph released the hand that was latched to his wrist and threw a punch that shattered the armor in the soldier’s stomach and sent him rag dolling back across the street. “Could someone please have law enforcement or the Saiyan Empire come and get him. I can’t make calls on my phone.” The child said. One man pulled out his phone and starting dialing 911 while numerous others just stood and stared at him. The child looked confused and began to feel a bit nervous, having a number of adults have their eyes upon him. It made him feel as if he had done something wrong even though he was sure he did the exact contrary. Then everyone began to circle around him. “Our hero,” One of the citizens said before crowding around him as if they were going in for a large embrace. “How are you so strong,” One of the people asked. “I train,” he said bluntly. “I guess being partially Saiyan helps.” As the crowd continued to praise and grill the child a viewer was standing on top of a building and saw the events unravel, laughing at the occurrence he witnessed. “Some warriors truly thrive in battle, others are more suited for lip work,” the mysterious being said. The man stood with a crimson cloak, draped over his body, with a pattern of black and red around the arms, the hood covered his eyes and covered his face in shadow, but his eagle beak-like nose, and turquoise chin and lips could be seen. The hooded figure made a mass of dark energy in his hands and cast it to the direction in which Raditz was sent flying too. The energy hit him and began engulfing his body in a tyrian aura. “Rise up, you’re not done yet.” Raditz quickly rose to his feet in his invigoration and the energy became more violent. He looked at himself, the ki around him was unlike his own, he felt much more than rage and a desire for vengeance, and his heart was filled with even more malignance than before, something he couldn’t even conceive the notion of until now. Most of all the energy made him feel powerful even more powerful than Vegeta himself. He smiled and flew forward with all his exuberance. Joseph still had his recent fans all over him, felt the incoming presence. “I’m sorry,” He said quickly, he pushed them all away with aura before anyone could ask what he was sorry for. He blocked the first strike from Raditz, making a shockwave. He looked and his features spelled befuddlement. “The saiyan handbook didn’t say anything about Zenkai doing this.” Raditz smiled and leaned in forward before throwing a punch that sent the child into the sky and flew after him. Raditz came in for another punch Joseph blocked it but it still added to the force sending him higher up. Raditz continued throwing punches sending the child through clouds making gaping holes in them. The child fighter cupped his hands together and fired a Dodonpa blast but the full-blood disappeared to the side before reappearing to punch the child again, the kid acted quickly throwing his arms forward and grapping the sides of Raditz’s wrist and flicked both his arms to throw the warrior to the side with his own momentum. Joseph than followed by throwing a barrage of ki blasts at his adversary and many of the hit and sent him farther and farther down until, he blasted them away in a burst of energy and in to attack again as he released a warriors yelp and hit the child in the stomach sending the shock through out his body. He than threw one of his arms to send a blast the kids way but his arm was arm was stopped in his tracks, a saiyan of the empire came to stop the rogue, and four other saiyan’s one holding Joseph were with him. Raditz took the sight in for a brief moment. “What are you doing,” he snarled. “This world is under the protection of the empire as declared by Prince Vegeta himself. “What,” Radtiz spat. “Prince Vegeta is a prince no longer King Vegeta died and his son took the mantle and I was told to get rid of the human’s and make this world ours.” “What are you on about,” the leader replied. “Doesn’t matter any longer,” Radtiz said. “With this power I no longer have to answer to Vegeta.” He struck the leader before him sending him across the air. “Can you stay in the air if I let go,” asked one soldier holding Joseph. “He nodded yes. “The saiyan let go and flew in to attack the renegade with the others following. Joseph watched with ki flowing below his feet to making him lower more slowly. Raditz clashed with the four men, he moved clean through each of their blows and sent them flying with his own. Joseph shot a blast from his hand to propel himself towards the enemy who was between two more fighters and he bent back and flipped doing an axe kick in reverse sending the child down, as he caught a solider in his elbow and sent the other away with a blast. The leader broke the clouds in a burst of energy and tackled Radtiz’s firing a storm of punches to his torso sending him up higher and higher in the sky as he pushed through the air. Raditz pulled two of his hands together locking them with the fingers between each hand together and sent his arms slamming down, creating a burst of energy right on top of the leader of the troop. Sending him flying down. The renegade gave off another barbaric yelp before looking down to the sight of a Kamehameha coming towards him, he slapped away. He saw Joseph was the only who could have done it just now and he flew in and tackled the child. He had one hand latched on the child’s neck and one fist drenched in his energy just before as he was about to send an explosive punch he felt pain through out his body, and suddenly felt quite as if he very life force was being sapped from him. He looked down and saw the child had grabbed his tail. The child fighter then fired a kiaiho to the side and switch their positions so Raditz would be on the bottom. He then nailed him in the stomach with a power punch, continued punching the full-blood rapidly with the hand that wasn’t busy holding his tail, as they were both descending. The mysterious being was watching from a distance and sighed. He stuck out a finger to shoot a beam that exploded against the boys back. He screamed in pain and lost his grip, Raditz wasted not time, striking the boy and switched over and sent a blast against the boy sending him falling towards the ground even faster. A tremor came throughout the ground when the beam made contact with earth and Raditz flew down and made an even bigger hole and tremor in the ground, when the smoke cleared he saw no one was beneath him. He looked up with gasped upon seeing the numerous energy blasts around him; Joseph stood outside the crater and threw his arms down, engulfing the villain in a big explosion of energy or so it seemed until He pushed all the blasts away with a massive filed. “I hope that wasn’t your all you had planned in more,” The child stepped back and with a flick of his wrist a power pole extended to be the length of a bow staff became visible. “You really do possess Saiyan blood,” Raditz said almost with admiration. WC: 2,116 TTWC: 5,319 |
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| Dabura | Dec 14 2017, 02:05 PM Post #6 |
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The three fighters gathered by Kami stood together in the Pendulum Room. Trumpet was pleasantly surprised to see Soul again, though he did not know the saiyan woman that also accompanied them. She seemed bitter and untrusting, though he didn't know why. What he did know was that everyone had their own history, and he could imagine she had reason enough for keeping her distance. "We have already sent one person through, though things have changed since then. The saiyan is being aided by some unknown figure that is capable of traversing space-time at all. We don't expect the figure to get personally involved, but he has somehow empowered Raditz beyond his normal capabilities. When we send you in, each of you will be far weaker than you are now. You will only possess a fraction of your real fighting power in the other timeline, but together you should be able to overcome the enemy. Are you ready?" Each fighter nodded. The Elder Kai and Kami left the room. The air grew dense and heavy and the light slowly faded until there was nothingness surrounding them for several minutes. A ring of light appeared before them, and the trio marched together through it, stepping into blinding daylight. Trumpet saw that they had arrived on a busy street corner. Civilians seemed to be going about their daily lives normally, until a loud boom interrupted the busy afternoon. The namekian, along with his cohorts, raced to the scene to find a long-haired saiyan standing with a young boy that he recognized as Haki. The two had obviously been battling already. "That's quite enough, Raditz," the Namekian called. Words: 277 / 954 / 5596 |
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| Fasha | Dec 15 2017, 12:19 AM Post #7 |
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The man stood on the snowy white plain. His onyx hair billowed out behind him in the winter breeze. Despite the chill in the air he wore nothing but a thin dark jumpsuit and body armour. He was tall, about twice the height of Fasha and his shoulders were as wide as she was tall. He was strong, and you could see that he knew it from the look on his face. His mouth was twisted into a cruel smile, and his dark eyes did not even flicker over to acknowledge their presence. His hands were huge, like dinner plates. Her mind flashed and she was in darkness, her back pressed against a cold wet wall. At the mouth of the alley, silhouetted against the light were a group of men. Their hair was black and coarse, their breath stank of cigarettes and their touch was rough. She remembered screaming, and she remembered their laughter. Most of all she remembered the look in their eyes as they had approached her, cowering in the corner. It was the look she saw in this Saiyan’s eyes. I know men. Fasha stepped forward from her group of warriors, past the large Namekian and into the line of sight of this man they called Raditz. His dark eyes snapped towards her, and she was back in that alleyway and could feel it all over again. Inside of her, deep down in the darkness where her childhood lay a flint was struck on dry brush. A flame was ignited, and she could feel it consuming her whole body, enveloping her in fire. Her cold eyes detected the faint trace of hesitation in the Saiyan’s eyes as she sprang forward. With rage in her heart and fire flowing out of her like a raging river she attacked him. Her fists slammed into his body and face with speed she never knew she had. She knocked the scouter off his face, and the teeth out of his stupid smirking mouth. She could feel her small hands thud into his thick muscle, and felt it crumble and give way. The fire around her grew stronger as she attacked him, engulfing him and singing his skin and hair until it too was alight. The Saiyan stumbled back, taken by surprise of the vicious onslaught. Suddenly a large hand shot out and grabbed the small girl by the throat. The fire went out, smothered instantly as he crushed her windpipe and brought his sneering face close to her own. “When I’m done with the rest of these pathetic creatures,” he began, the acrid smell of unwashed teeth on his breath. “I am going to have some fun with you.” WCC 451/1627/6047 |
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| Zyren | Dec 16 2017, 04:53 PM Post #8 |
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Soul frowned, not liking that there was no time for small talk or pleasantries, and simply remained quiet as everything was quickly explained and only had time to blink once and mentally prepare himself before being stepping onto the teleporter. A flash of white and everything growing exponentially heavier greeted his senses, and then they had arrived in the middle of a city in a different time; the feeling provoking a sense of nostalgia and sadness simultaneously, only for those emotions to vanish as fast as they had come when a echoing detonation drew the attention of the three fighters. Soul prepared to rush off first, but he had just taken his first step when he felt that several things were..."off." His perception of time felt slower, his muscles felt heavier, and overall...he felt weaker. How did switching timelines make them weaker? Was it because they didn't belong, or did the strange figure that was empowering Raditz have something to do with it? Both reality and gravity seemed to have come to an agreement to come in effect at the same time for the Hybrid, and with a surprised, muffled grunt; Soul fell abruptly. He managed to direct the fall into landing on one knee, but the simple, meter drop resulted in a crater that expanded for several meters in all directions in both the sidewalk and part of the street. He struggled to stand and failed for he was too heavy, and this time the fall resulted in what felt like the entire street corner shaking. The Hybrid swore, concentrated, and dematerialized his weighted clothing before summoning his battle gear from the small pocket dimension he had created long ago. He didn't think about how his weights at over a hundred thousand power units would drastically make a difference with how weak he was now, and this feeling was one of frustration, for that feeling caused him to think back of losing all of his power to Liquir in his Universe and only retaining a hundredth of a thousandth of a percent in Zyren's. It was very aggravating, but he took that anger and used it to catch up to the other three fighters, only to see that Fasha had already taken the initiative and was currently handing Raditz some intense smack down before the Saiyan abruptly recovered and interrupted the girl with a hand to her throat. He lifted, said something to her that he didn't hear, but the Blonde had a feeling what the man had said by merely looking at his face and body language...and Fasha's as well. This time, Soul intervened first with the peal of an anvil being struck, the abruptness of it like thunder and just starting to draw the Saiyan's attention to the source before a dagger embedded itself in the forearm just above the gauntlet that held Soul's teammate. The second dagger missed by inches, but the third nearly hit when Raditz hastily dropped Fasha with a growl of pain and jumped back several steps; eyes alighting on the figure responsible for the weapon in his arm. He reached to pull it out...only for the "weapon" to vanish into streams of silver Ki, much to the Saiyan's surprise yet again. Raditz looked up as a voice echoed across the worn-torn battleground that the fighters were in, but the strange thing about the voice was that it resonated with the light sound of bells, something that would shock not only their opponent at how unnatural it sounded, but also Soul's teammates. This was Soul's true voice, the one that only came out when he was too emotional to hide it, the one that resulted from being both an outsider to Zyren's Universe, and because of the fusion with his Universal counterpart...and one that shook with barely contained rage; "Hello Raditz, remember me? I bet you don't...but I remember who you are, and what you did to my close friend so long ago!" WC: 667/2,017/6,714 |
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| Dabura | Dec 19 2017, 03:49 PM Post #9 |
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Trumpet started forward when Raditz's ignored his call, but before he could his companion, the female saiyan Fasha, stepped in front of him. A burning aura sprang to life around her, the sheer intensity forcing him to step back and shield his face from the heat. Before he could stop her, Fasha threw herself at their target. She attacked with a ferocity that stunned him. There was obvious emotion to her assault, but it led to an anger-fueled onslaught that only briefly appeared to be successful. It came to an abrupt halt when Raditz grabbed her by the throat and pulled her close as if she were nothing more than a child. As he taunted her, a knot formed in Trumpet's gut, seeing his teammate treated so poorly. Again, though, he teammate reacted before he could. Soul threw a trio of daggers at the saiyan. Only the first found it's mark, but it was enough to free Fasha and get Raditz's attention turned towards the teenager. An otherwordly voice swept through the air, surprising the namekian. "Hello, Raditz, remember me?! I bet you don't... but I remember who you are, and what you did to my close friend so long ago!" the voice yelled. Trumpet looked with wide eyes at his ally, Soul. He could feel the pain in the voice, the sadness of remembrance. He pictured a dark memory, and an image not so unlike that of Raditz holding Fasha in the air by the throat. It was sickening. He understood why Soul had been so quick to react. Turning his attention back to their enemy, he clenched his fist. The saiyan was nothing more than a big bully. A villain who was used to taking life as he pleased, with little resistance when he sought to destroy the lives of others. He was strong, and in his mind the strong survived and ruled with an iron fist. The dark aura surrounding the saiyan burned itself into Trumpet's mind, and for a moment everything but the flamelike shadow faded away, even Raditz. In the saiyan's place, another figure faded slowly into view. It was a changeling, one that the namekian thought he was done with. Back on Kanassan, he'd trained his mind in order to overcome the memory of the evil Gelidus, and for awhile it seemed he had. Raditz brought the old feelings back in full, though. The changeling laughed, but Trumpet blinked and saw that it was really the saiyan again. "I have no idea who you are, or what you're talking about, but you guys are beginning to annoy me, the saiyan responded. Trumpet feared that he would make a move on Fasha again, but he seemed to have zeroed in on Soul. Raditz launched himself forward stupidly fast, his fist reared back. It was all Trumpet could do to throw himself in front of Soul and take the blow to the gut, dropping him to the ground. Blood speckled the pavement where he'd coughed it when his innards were smashed together, forcing the air from his lungs. Raditz stood over him, a twisted grin on his face. "Well that was stupid, freakazoid. You would have gotten your turn in due time, but I guess you were in a rush to die," he said, spitting on the namekian's back. Trumpet clenched his teeth, but the pain was too intense to jump right back up. When he tried to, he felt a heavy foot land on his head, forcing the side of his face into the ground cruelly. For a moment he forgot that it was Raditz that was torturing him. The pavement seemed to turn to grass and the cold air grew warmer. The boot turned into a large, three-toed foot that gripped his tiny head tightly. His body was that of a child's, weak and frail. At his tormentor's mercy. "You could have waited your turn, but it doesn't matter. You're all going to die anyways," a sinister voice said above him. Though his face was pushed into the dirt, he could just see his friend out of the corner of his eye, cowering against the crumbling wall of a destroyed hut that had once been their home. A look of fear sat on the child's face, then his eyes went wide and it was replaced with an expressionless stare as a purple beam of energy bored through his tiny torso. Trumpet screamed and braced for his own turn, but he heard a dull thud and the pressure on his head disappeared. The namekian sat up and saw that a young boy had came into the fold, hitting Raditz in the back and turning the saiyan's attention away from his namekian captive. Raditz stalked towards the boy, who now was questioning his moment of bravery and was backing away with a look of terror on his eyes. A shoe lying in the street tripped him and he fell hard on his butt. Raditz stopped over him, glaring down in disgust. The saiyan raised his hand, his palm opened wide. "Dirt... nothing but dirt..." Before he could murder the boy, Trumpet came again to the rescue, grabbing the saiyan's tail and yanking with all his might. To his surprise, Raditz completely lost his compsure, dropping to his knees and throwing his head back with a howl of pain. Words: 896 / 1850 / 7610 |
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| Fasha | Dec 19 2017, 04:41 PM Post #10 |
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Her vision began to turn black, drops of ink on a clear film, spreading and congealing. Soon her vision went into total darkness and the pressure around her throat faded away as she floated in total black. She felt every inch of her body explode with sensation and then disappear, as if that part of her body was gone, lost to existence. Soon she felt as if her entire body was gone and she was nothing more than a cloud, or a splash of water on the ground. The saiyan heard a thud, and felt tingling spreading up her right side. Blotches of light pierced through the darkness of her vision as oxygen began to return to the retina of her eyes. She gasped, suddenly aware of her open throat and the clean air all around her. Her lungs heaved as she sucked in litres and litres of air, the sudden rush of oxygen leaving her dizzy and unable to move. She lay on the ground, breathing and feeling vibrations all around her as the battle waged. She managed to turn her head to see the Namekian have a fist driven into his soft green belly. The green man doubled over in pain, and in that instant it looked as if the battle might be lost. Panic ripped through her body as she imagined the brute of a man walking over to her crumpled form, lust and hate in his eyes the way only men can. She forced herself to her feet, her body swaying to each side as she tried to right herself. Now it seemed the namekian, Trumpet had the upper hand. His large hands had gripped the Saiyan around the tail, leaving him doubled over in pain. It was a trick Fasha herself had fallen for many times before. It was both their greatest strength but also their greatest weakness. The look in Raditz’s eyes was one of anguish, but not defeat. His face was twisted in agony and pure hatred, and it made Fasha anxious to see such anger, waiting to be released like a coiled spring. The Saiyan warrior brought his hand up and summoned a ball of shimmering white and black light from the palm of his hand. Meekly he threw the ball up, into the air where it expanded to a form a giant sphere. It was white but marked with black pocks where meteors had gouged holes in its surface. It was a moon, and before that moon Raditz’s body began to contort and warp. His face and arms twisted at sickening angles, and hair began to sprout from his body, spreading all over his skin. His eyes reddened and shone, as if they were full of blood and his face contorted into a snout and a row of razor sharp teeth. His hands bulged and grew, and his nails lengthened into claws. He grew into a titan, standing above the three warriors like a god. His laughter boomed across the valleys and his voice thundered down as if coming from the sky. “This world is mine!” He laughed, his huge feet slamming into the ground as he tried to crush the warriors. Fasha just managed to dart to the side, the great foot missing her by a metre. She threw a blast of Ki up at the best but it uselessly thudded into his side, as if it were a leaf in the wind. Fasha glanced up at the moon in the sky. She looked to her friend, Soul, trying to communicate with him what she was thinking, without alerting the great beast. Fasha rose into the air, putting herself directly into Raditz’s vision. She hoped she could serve as a distraction to the animal, while her friends took down that moon. His great big hands swiped at her, and she dodged them deftly but desperately, knowing that one blow would surely kill her. WC 653/2263 |
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| Joseph Wiltshire | Dec 19 2017, 10:12 PM Post #11 |
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Joseph could sense the energies of the other fighters that were coming to help deal with the rogue Saiyan; he could recognize two of them, one of them belonging to Soul and another that happened to be Trumpet a Namekian he encountered in the astral realm. There was a third energy he couldn’t recognize as a specific person, apart from it being the energy of a full-blooded Saiyan. When Trumpet and the others landed before Ratdiz, Joseph maintained his fighting stance and looked around to catch the other fighters in his sight. He didn’t greet them with any words or friendly gesture(it simply wasn’t the time). The Saiyan woman shot towards Ratdiz taking off his scouter and knocking out some of his teeth in her feral assault, although Saiyans were known to be aggressive combatants this display was even heavier in it’s standard for intemperance; she dug into the Saiyan as if she personally suffered at his hands or he had harmed someone close to her, every blow defined the meaning of animosity in her flame of rage. The flame was extinguished when he grabbed the woman’s neck tightly, saying he would have fun with her after dealing with the rest; he wasn’t surprised since the approach was so impulsive and brash in its nature. Joseph made a ball of energy in his hand intending to try to free the Saiyan woman but Soul acted more quickly then he did, Soul threw three projectile weapons and had two of them hit successfully. Then the child heard Soul speak with an otherworldly voice that resonated unlike any other voice he had heard before. The young fighter cupped his hands in order to fire a Kamehameha to intercept him but Trumpet appeared in front of the Saiyan and ended up taking the blow instead and have end up beneath the feet of renegade. The child gritted his teeth disgruntled at Ratdiz for his cruelty and also at himself for failing to prevent such a thing from happening; Tension began to build up and there were yellow sparks that appeared around his body as he continued charging up the blast that grew bigger. His form was enveloped in a gilded light for just a split second before he saw Ratdiz was knocked on his back. He separated his hands making the light between them disappear. The child looked and reached sensed the boys energy. He had long black hair and a tail and a sleeveless yellow shirt with a character in the middle over a green shirt with long sleeves. Before the rogue Saiyan could attack the child that entered the fray. Trumpet acted quickly and grabbed his tail. However, it wasn’t over Ratdiz made an orb an to the air and using it as a satellite to transmit the energy to transform. Joseph was among the people to scramble to try to dodge the Ozarru’s rampage; He caught hold of the boy and move him a distance from where the battle. He didn’t say what he intended not big on talking in the midst of a mission. He simply thought it was best to keep the obviously less experienced fighter away from the battlefield. He didn’t want to run the risk of the younger kid freezing getting himself or someone else hurt or killed. He cupped his hands and began charging a bright blue light, he then threw his hands forward to try to destroy the beacon. The beast turned away from Fasha and shot a mouth blast to intercept the blast. He then began fired again at the boy who disappeared to before the blast connected and it went off in the distance before exploding against a mountain, turning it into dust. Joseph then appeared a shorter distance from the beasts and began throwing his arms forward shooting a barrage of blasts. Ratdiz simply clapped his hands making a shockwave that overtook the blast and sent him flying back. The beast disappeared and reappeared to where the child landed firing his fist to the ground where the child. He looked down to see the state of his victim just to find he wasn’t there. Ratdiz bent down to observe closer to see if he’d find the child but it was vain. A muffled sound of shattering rock and a dirt quickly being shoveled could vaguely be heard until a beam of light shot from underground making the beast jump in pain as it charred a part of his tail. Joseph looked down as he came up disappointed that he failed to amputate it; The tail swiped and hit the child sending him rag dolling across the ground. Ratdiz’s mouth then gaped open and fired another blast at the child. He only had time to raise his arms and make a body shield to block before the attack swallowed him and he was being sent back shattering shield after a brief moment. The attacked burned him from all over and it peeled parts of his shirt and pants, and the souls of his shoes melted at the bottom. He started to feel his consciousness slip away and something else inside him, apart from the anger he felt towards Ratdiz and the fear of what could happen to himself and all who were and could suffer at the hand of Ratdiz and something else, dissatisfaction. He wanted to do more and he didn’t want his life to end knowing his final effort was in vain, he didn’t want to leave behind his family and friends, and he didn’t want the pain to be his last living sensation. He yelled in protest and ki erupted from his body, but it wasn’t blue it was a golden aura that covered him. His hair waved and the ends of his hair appeared to have red high lights. The beams of golden light shot to each side. The child gave a piercing glare at the Ouzaru before shooting towards the beast and nailing him the stomach with a power punch making him bend forward in pain. The monster shoot to fist together to try to cross the child in his knuckles but he evaded kicking off into the air to uppercut the beast and he followed with a punch to his nose. He throw a feral blow that sent the child flying back creating a trench as he skidded across the ground when he landed. Ratdiz then open his mouth to fire another mouth blast but this time he did much quickly not taking the time to charge it up, he stuck his arms out and the blast didn’t swallow the kid this time but instead got absorbed and encircled his form giving the look of a flame around his already furious aura. The child fighter then appeared right before the Ouzaru’s face and placed his hands in front of his face with his fingers extended and spread. “Solar Flare,” he yelled before a bright flash shined into his opponents face. Ratdiz yelped at the pain he felt in his eyes before he quickly moved his arms to cover them. The child then landed to the ground; He jumped back and looked at the ball in the sky and cupped his hands to fire another Kamehameha at the orb but before the beam could hit its mark it a burst of energy made it disperse before it could destroy the target. He looked up hoping to catch the source but he was taken away from that objective by the beast’s stomping feet he jumped to each direction and performed backflips to gain distance. The rogue’s eyes recovered and beamed on the kid who caused his most recent grief, his features contorted to express his wells of rage and contempt. He rushed at the child. Joseph pulled out his power pole and swing it to the side extending it until it between the legs and with a quick sweep the Ouzaru was taken off his feet. The Timebreaker sighed at the sight from his annoyance at the progress of the situation if things continued as they did, he would probably have to expend more of his dark energy to strengthen Ratdiz further or do something else to change the tide of the ongoing battle. WC: 1,376 TWC: 3,492 TTWC: 9,639 |
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| Zyren | Dec 21 2017, 04:28 AM Post #12 |
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Soul could feel his mind ever-so-slowly being consumed by anger, the desire for vengeance, for retribution toward the rogue Saiyan; his consciousness begging, no, demanding that it be enacted a second time upon Raditz, even if it killed him or injured him in the process! He blinked as the Saiyan rushed him, his perception of time slowing when the pupils dilated in response to the danger and the adrenaline that then flooded his system, only for him to see something different when his eyes opened again. The battleground was different this time, the trees and dirt replaced by concrete structures and streets, all littered with countless, broken and desecrated bodies dotted sporadically as far as the eye could see. Craters and destroyed buildings, fires, and blood only added onto the scene and served to make the one responsible, Raditz, seem scarier than he already was. His sick, twisted grin, his pulled back fist eager to sink itself into the Hybrid's chest, but Soul's view distorted as something green, something humanoid that didn't belong entering the fray. Trumpet. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, the sight of blood spraying, and the broken body falling to the ground like a puppet with it's strings cut overlaying over the Namekian's body until it was replaced with a different figure, one Human. One with chocolate-brown hair that stretched down to the waist, and a feminine body to match it. Raditz cackled, lifting his foot up, and brought it down in an eruption of blood; Soul unresponsive from the surprise block, and then the quick and brutal death of his first friend. His vision grew blurry, his mind withdrew, and he blinked...only for the scenery to revert itself, save Trumpet being under the Saiyan's foot. Seeing this, Soul growled, power spiking out in a viscous, silver-white aura that seethed and roiled with bloodlust, and the Hybrid's next blink once again replaced his vision with something that only he could see and feel clear as day. He didn't see Trumpet recover and grab the Saiyan's tail, or the resulting transformation into the mighty Oozaru, or Fasha's attempt at distracting the ape with the plan being that one of them destroy the false moon. No, Soul's eyes were blank, yet his brows were furrowed, his white tail making itself known to flick about aggravatingly. His aura contracted, withdrawing close to his skin, only to jump out several feet before repeating the process once more countless times. Soul didn't see nor hear the resulting clash of the stranger with Raditz, surprisingly for as long as it went on, nor did he move when a huge, ape foot landed only two meters away from him. No, instead... Two glistening, translucent pearls fell, and finally Soul responded with a roar that shattered the air around him with the sheer volume of decibels while his aura simultaneously detonated; destroying the ground and causing the air around him to grow thick with dust before it was blown away a moment later to reveal that the Hybrid's appearance had changed. Engulfed in a golden aura, his eyes teal, the very fabric of the air vibrating minutely with power before he vanished, appearing above the Monkey with a boom of condensed air. The monkey's face had only started to change into one of confused shock before a loud blast cracked through the air in the form of a shockwave and drove Raditz's form into the ground with a spray of crimson tinted dust. Yet Soul...didn't move to follow the monkey, instead choosing to raise his hand up, palm facing downward with the fingers splayed, and twitched slightly. Golden power built and condensed in the Hybrid's palm, first the size of a nickel, then growing to a beachball before blossoming outward to the size of a house in mere moments with no sign of stopping. His aura fluctuated, drawing forth into the sphere, and contracted. The sphere shrunk to the size of a bowling ball-- --and dissipated into thin air as the aura snapped out of existence with the sound of shattered glass, Soul's eyes blank with unconsciousness before dropping like a stone to the Earth below. WC: 700/2,717 TWC: 10,339 |
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| Dabura | Dec 22 2017, 05:15 PM Post #13 |
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Trumpet held tightly to the saiyan's tail, but before his very eyes Raditz sprouted fur all over and began to grow to an enormous size. Soon he couldn't hold the tail anymore and ended up just standing with his hands on the anaconda-like appendage with a giant monkey filling his view. At once his enemy turned his new rage towards his would-be captor. Massive feet crashed into the ground and the namekian dove and dodged. Finally Raditz managed to catch one of his legs, smashing him into the ground and pulverizing his bones. A scream erupted from his lips as his leg flattened like a pancake. Laying on his back, he could only watch as the foot raised again, preparing to come down for the killing blow. It never came. Instead Raditz turned his attention towards Fasha, who must have been buzzing around in the air near his face. Trumpet breathed a sigh of relief as the giant ape stepped in the other direction, momentarily forgetting about him. So close... Too close... With the busted leg, he was going to be pretty useless but it seemed something had sparked in Soul. His aura went wild, flashing and raging like a fire in a disco club. Incredibly, he took on Raditz himself, driving the saiyan's enlarged form into the ground. He then charged a ki blast in his hand, but before he could fire it he lost consciousness and fell to the ground near Trumpet. Still surprised by the outburst, the namekian crawled over to his ally to check he was breathing before struggling to his feet and more or less falling to the edge of the crater Raditz's body had created. Down below, the saiyan laid. His tail had somehow been removed and now he had returned to his original size. He was unconscious, defeated by the mighty blow delt by Soul. Trumpet chuckled as the Elder Kai appeared next to him, peering down at the defeated saiyan. "Well, that was an interesting turn of events. It wasn't pretty, but it seems the task is done. Whoever it was manipulating this time has gone. I imagine we will have further trouble with him, but for now I must thank you four for your help. Please be prepared for the Time Patrol to call for you again." Words: 388 / 2238 / 10725 ---- ~fin |
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