Lord Siberius
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Posts: 90
Organization: Planet Trade Organization
Race: Changeling
Status: Open Roleplays
Soul: Main
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Post by Lord Siberius on Nov 12, 2020 20:27:34 GMT -5
A gloved hand came up to his saiyan shoulder guard, and brushed off the small bit of dust that had been gathered from the small bout he had just had. Having fought a few of the guards who were supposed to be 'loyal servants' of his family but ended up being turn coats, he had built up a bit of thrill for battle. The palace had end up being mostly deserted when he had arrived, and there was no sign of his father or the people who had decided to land here in sight. Vegeta had just arrived in this plane of existence, having been ripped from his own while vaulting through the sky with Nappa. Damn, he was down a saiyan space pod now too that he was thinking about it. " God damn this universe is entertaining."
In the distance, he could see one of the former royal guards running away after having pretended to be defeated. it made sense. While the Prince had been damaged earlier by his fall from the heavens, his power was quickly returning to a level that made more sense for someone of his stature. A hand came up, released a quick blast to disintegrate the mans back. Man this was fun.
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Post by Pan on Nov 12, 2020 20:53:40 GMT -5
Cooler had been on the planet Vegeta a few days and he was already wanting to go back home. It wasn't that he didn't find the training worthwhile, on that note he was glade he decided to leave home and seek out other master who could train him in martial powers.
It was just here in this place, he was denied many of the luxuries he had built around him on his mansion back on Frieza. He knew they distracted him, but he honestly on sought power as a means to hold onto his indulgence. He knew it was better to be training here, but the discipline was harder for him than he wanted to admit.
He was rushing through the halls of King Vegeta's palace. The king had told him to meet him after lunch; said he had a special training session he wanted to put him through. Cooler wondered what that could be, he hoped it wasn't something like the Saibaman training chambers again.
WC: 166
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Lord Siberius
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Posts: 90
Organization: Planet Trade Organization
Race: Changeling
Status: Open Roleplays
Soul: Main
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Post by Lord Siberius on Nov 12, 2020 21:09:07 GMT -5
The man who had been struck in the back with a heated blast was beginning to crawl across the ground, and the prince from another universe began to cross the courtyard of the royal palace with excitement in each step. How dare this man try to crawl away from him, after having been defeated honorably in combat! The cowardice. " Excuse me sir...." Vegeta said walking up the man whos back was still bare and sizzling from the blast he had taken, a wince visible in his face at this close proximity. " Could you tell me where to find dear old daddy?" a sarcastic twang in his voice as he used his boot to dig under the mans rib, and then flipped him over onto his back. Another yellow gathering of energy radiated from his palm as the saiyan grunt was spun over to meet the threatening challenge.
"I hear he sold my people out from under their own planet. Like a coward. And of all people, to the god damn changelings." his voice began to grow with iritation, the words that left his lips causing him more ire than he had experienced. "Back in my world, you lot had already been eradicated once. I'll be damned if I am going to let that happen twice!~" The yellow gathering in his palm growing to a solidified ball. "Now tell me where my father is, so I can put this through his skull rather than your chest!"
All this happening out in the main square of the palace.
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Post by Pan on Nov 12, 2020 21:19:45 GMT -5
Cooler arrived at the outside training grounds. The king was waiting for him. The sun was dim today, with rainclouds nearby. Cooler inwardly sighed. We had better not be getting wet for some stupid Saiyan training regiment, he thought to himself. He kept having to remind himself the end goal would be worth all the bullshit it took to get him there.
"Ah, Cooler," Started the king. "You arrive is well timed. In a moment you will battle with someone who should provide a great challenge for you."
"Who is that," said Cooler, doubtful any Saiyan could stand up to him, even at his low level.
"Oh you will see, just be patient. He should be here momentarily"
Great, we are playing child guessing games now, Cooler thought. It was no wonder why in the end the Changeling race would always dominate the galaxy. Such idotic tactics. Thank god Vegeta was king, I can't imagine a more idotic ruler.
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Lord Siberius
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Posts: 90
Organization: Planet Trade Organization
Race: Changeling
Status: Open Roleplays
Soul: Main
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Post by Lord Siberius on Nov 12, 2020 21:30:15 GMT -5
The ball of energy was lowered closer to the mans face, causing a reflection of light off the beads of sweat that were clearly visible across his brow. "I-I swear ! H-he was in the y-yard just a few minutes ago with-" "Nope, not true!" The saiyan prince called, drawing the energy back into his palm which would cause his entire hand to glow with radiating ki. The knuckles were then clobbered into the mans head causing a sickening crack sound, knocking his ass out cold. While the man had been an insignificant worm who was crawling away like a little brat, he had still been a saiyan who needed to be protected FOR THE GOOD OF THE RACE. Turning on heel, the Prince began heading back into the palace proper, through the primary courtyard which seemed to have been damaged in whatever battle had recently occurred. "Man, if I had known this place would be this cushy I never would have-"His voice was cut off short, as Vegeta's eyes came across someone he could hardly accept was before him. What a strange lottery to have drawn. "Cooler, is that you?" he asked some what baffled. While he had only ever seen Frieza's elder brother once, he had been much taller...Or so Vegeta had thought. "You seem shorter. Smaller."The gloved had came to Vegeta's side once again, and began glowing with that same yellow energy. "More fragile."
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Actions: 1) N/A 2) N/A
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Post by Pan on Nov 12, 2020 21:48:47 GMT -5
"Ah, my son," said the king. "Cooler, I present my son, and also your next challenger, Prince Vegeta."
God damn, how original, thought Cooler. This Saiyans are lucky they serve us, otherwise we probably would wipe them all out.
Cooler stepped towards the prince.
"Well, let's get this started than," he said as he rushed towards him firing off a barrage of energy blast. Maybe the energy blast hit the prince, maybe they didn't. Either way Cooler hopped it would create an opening for him to get in a few punches. He doubted he would knock the prince out with this attack, but who knows, maybe it could happen.
WC: 109/434
Actions 1. Energy Dan 2. 2 quick attacks
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Lord Siberius
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Posts: 90
Organization: Planet Trade Organization
Race: Changeling
Status: Open Roleplays
Soul: Main
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Post by Lord Siberius on Nov 13, 2020 16:19:35 GMT -5
Shortly after the changeling prince had arrived, another figure had appeared behind him with an equally arrogant smirk painted across his stupid face. A face that was damn near familiar to the prince every time he looked into a mirror, only it had a douche bag of a goatee! The nerve. The absolute nerve. "Well father, it is clear that I am in the wrong universe after all. No true saiyan warrior would every ally themselves with the likes of the Kold family." gloved hands curled into agitated and irritated fists. " While this world has many things that I admire, so far I have found one thing that I dislike far beyond that." His words being all that curtsy and proper that should be used before a royal, even a traitorous one. " But this gives me the perfect opportunity to declare my intentions in this world. I am here, to fuck up both your faces." An equally confident smile came across the young prince' face. "Now lets dance." A barrage of energy blasts came his way, to which the prince simply crossed his arms to barricade his face and push directly through them. Sure, they stung and burn with every blast the landed against his form, but he was trying to make a point. And then when the distance was closed between the two, Vegeta evaded the two strikes towards him but only by blocking them with his own forearms. "Come now Cooler, have you gone soft?!" he asked, throwing a knee which he hoped to catch the bastard in the chest, and then a hammer blow to the back of his head.
1) block QA's 2) 2 QA's
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Post by Pan on Nov 14, 2020 16:13:33 GMT -5
Cooler was irritated that this Saiyan was trying to act like he knew him. He had never met this low life; and he was a low life, even if he was the son of the King. These Saiyans should have realized by now they were the underlings here. That this prince would dare raise his hand in defiance to him was startling. It was fortunate for him he was able to disguise this behavior behind a spar. Cooler wondered what he would do if the prince's attitude didn't change after he beat his ass into submission.
The prince threw a knee at him, which he saw coming but he decided he take it to test his physical resistance to the Saiyan. Vegeta followed up with a hammer blow to the head which caused Cooler to stumble forward a few paces. The attack wasn't world shattering. He felt it, and there was pain, but it was manageable. He doubted Vegeta was goin all out on him, but he took it as a good sign.
"Well, to be honest," Cooler started with a smirk. "I'm not even trying yet."
With that Cooler jumped back and let his power flow through his veins. He could feel his energy rising, as if his muscles up until now had simply been sleeping. Suddenly he rushed towards Vegeta with all the speed he could muster, letting his fist guide him. He aimed his fist towards Vegeta's sternum.
WC: 241/675
Actions 1. Power Up 2. Speed Teleport + Dragon Dive [speed = 6,453] [Pl = 14,816]
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Lord Siberius
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Posts: 90
Organization: Planet Trade Organization
Race: Changeling
Status: Open Roleplays
Soul: Main
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Post by Lord Siberius on Nov 14, 2020 17:56:37 GMT -5
There was a few moments of pause between them as the royal courtyard seemed to fall still, frozen in time by this strange moment. Two of the universe' prince in Vegeta's own time line, the eldest of each family lineage that had been warring against each other for what must have been Eons. And now they were shadows of their former selves in this ream, as if the balloons of their power had been struck by the needle of time and reduced to a flabby mold of who they should be. The changeling prince raised his power and then flew forward with such speed that it was damn near alarming, the tenacity he should have expected from a royal lizard. It was said that Cooler was even more powerful than Frieza, but again this was a different universe entire. A punch racked his bones and sent him sliding back on his feet, while the scouter attached to his eye began to wail with the changing numbers of his opponents power. The armor over his chest had helped of course, but there was still a throbbing pain in his center where he had been struck. Vegeta entered his stance once again. "All right then. Clearly this isn't some sick joke like that excuse of a man standing behind you." The prince said, eyes drifting over towards the King.
[ Closing Post, moving to Battle Threat]
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