Bramble
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Post by Bramble on Feb 18, 2024 13:40:32 GMT -5
Nelgae crossed his arms and looked out across the sea that was before him. It wasn't such a nice place, it never was when the Ant created the space. It stormed, and the vegetation near him was just grass. The cliff he stood on looked dubious at best, fragile and ready to fall.
He grunted, as the giant former Arlian Champion breathed out a sigh, as his whole body seemed to heave with the effort. "So," the chattering intoned, "Who will I meet this time?" This wasn't Earth. He'd made sure of that. This was closer to a fusion of the land of Ippen, with a sea like Earth's. Broken fragments of land, like islands in the clouds dotted the sky.
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Tarble
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Post by Tarble on Feb 18, 2024 13:42:30 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan  318/318 Following the intense spar with the Doctor, Tarble found himself engulfed in a prolonged period of deep sleep. It marked a dismal low in his combat prowess, with every attempt to land a blow on the Doctor thwarted effortlessly. Each strike was met with a block, a dodge, or simply proved ineffectual against his opponent's skill. Emerging from the interdimensional clash, Tarble bore the scars of a battle fought to the brink of annihilation. Finally, the lost prince stirred from his profound slumber, abruptly jolting upright as the remnants of a harrowing spar haunted his dreams, his body drenched in the aftermath of a sweat soaked nightmare. Gasping for air, the lost prince muttered to himself, "Why am I letting this affect me? He's leagues beyond anyone I've ever encountered. Where did he come from, out there in the vast expanse of the universe?" Pushing himself off the bed and onto his feet, Tarble made his way to the bathroom, intending to wash away the pain from his battle. His stomach growled insistently, prompting him to prepare for a trip to satisfy his hunger. As he moved, he swayed unsteadily, struggling to regain his balance, inadvertently colliding with his desk. In the ensuing chaos, a gemstone tumbled from the desk's edge, and with a swift motion, the lost prince instinctively seized it, only to find himself whisked away to another dimension in the blink of an eye. “Not this again… I just wanted to take a shower and get something to eat. I am not in the mood to spar with anyone right now until I figure myself out”Surveying his surroundings, Tarble quickly realized that he was no longer on planet Earth. Instead, he found himself standing on an alien planet, its landscape utterly foreign to him. Curiosity piqued, Tarble couldn't help but wonder who he would meet, though he prayed that it was not the Doctor himself.
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Bramble
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Post by Bramble on Feb 18, 2024 13:43:19 GMT -5
Well, Tarble was then indeed lucky that he had not, in fact, met this Doctor that he had thought he' d find. Instead, he found himself with a strange, and rather large, insect. A rather humanoid insect, grey and foreboding as it cocked its head and turned towards the Saiyan. "A morsel," he spoke in a gravely tone, one that did not exactly speak to one that breathed like a human.
He then flashed forward, his long arms grasping for the Saiyan as he thought that he had finally pulled someone in. The lack of manners could be excused as Nelgae was hungry. Very hungry, in fact, as the Predator spoke once again, "I am Nelgae, former reigning Champion of the Arlian Arena." He was huge, ten feet tall and with a bulk to match. His exoskeleton was cold from the rain as his claw-like fingers gripped on, or towards the Saiyan.
"And now I'm going to enjoy myself." If this was reality, he likely would have eaten the little Saiyan. But as this was not reality, he'd have to find himself another source of food when he awoke. Yes, he was rather hungry, and that made him more violent.
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Tarble
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Post by Tarble on Feb 18, 2024 13:44:34 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 239/557 Before Tarble could discern the identity of the figure sharing his dimension, he felt a sudden embrace enveloping him. Caught off guard, the lost prince scanned his surroundings, attempting to unravel the mystery of the unexpected embrace. Finally, as his gaze settled, he was stunned to discover the unexpected captor holding him in their grasp. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT… it is ten feet tall. It looks like a massive ant and its arms are cold. How the hell did I not notice this being inside this dimension”As Tarble grappled with the imposing arms, the ant identified himself as Nelgae, a former champion of the Arlian Arena. With a sinister tone, Nelgae declared his intention to relish his encounter with the lost prince. “Is this thing trying to eat me. That is a little creepy, I need to figure out a way to get out of his arms. I am wondering what this Arlian Arena is. Maybe I should make my way to that planet and enter this arena to see how I fare”"Well, since you've introduced yourself," Tarble began, his voice carrying the weight of his royal lineage, "I am Tarble, the youngest son of Prince Vegeta. I advise you to release me immediately before you find yourself regretting laying a hand on a member of my family." With a subtle sway of his body, Tarble attempted to alleviate the tension that hung in the air.
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Bramble
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Post by Bramble on Feb 18, 2024 13:45:13 GMT -5
The bug tilted it's head as it listened to the Saiyan, before a guttural sound seemed to rumbled from the Arlian Champion. It held an unsettling sound to it, one that would rattle the heart of the weak willed as he gripped a bit tighter about the body as Nelgae pulled him closer. "Your threats, little Saiyan, do not concern me. The Arlian people are weak. But they are under the protection of the Planet Trade Organization."
In other words, it would be a harder matter than Tarble implied. Royalty, that meant little to the insect as he releasd the sound again, and it could be understood as laughter. He mocked this Prince of the Saiyan empire. "I am aware of your Royal Line, though one called Tarble is not one that I know of. Most sons of the King are named Vegeta. So..."
He let that hang in the air for a moment as his power rolled off of the Klaxxi in waves of dense, turgid power, before he finished, "You are the spare." He then released Tarble onto the ground of the planet, a strike of his rump against the dirt, or maybe he'd fly. Were his emotions rattled, his heart pumped the body full of blood? Did he forget how to fly? The answer to these questions when the Champion met a new person told him if they were predator or prey. Which one was Tarble?
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Tarble
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Post by Tarble on Feb 18, 2024 13:47:13 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 349/906 As Tarble spoke, he was suddenly assaulted by a piercing sound emanating from Nelgae. Caught off guard, he found himself unable to shield his ears from the onslaught. Squinting his eyes against the high-pitched assault, he struggled to maintain his composure. When the cacophony finally ceased, all Tarble could perceive was a persistent ringing in his ears, leaving Nelgae's subsequent words distant and indistinct. Amidst the haze, he managed to grasp a few fragmented words. “All I hear is this ringing in my ears. This is horrible and sucks. I need to get out of this before he does that high pitch sound again”As Tarble's hearing gradually returned, he discerned Nelgae speaking about his royal lineage, emphasizing that all descendants were named after Vegeta. With a derisive tone, Nelgae referred to Tarble as "the spare" before relinquishing his grasp. Tarble tumbled to the ground, landing squarely on his rear. A sharp pang shot through his body as his tailbone bore the brunt of the impact. Frustration surged within him; tired of being ridiculed by every warrior he encountered because of his royal heritage. “I try to be a nice saiyan but I am starting to get frustrated from all of these warriors who think of me as a lesser fighter because my name is not Vegeta. I will show them all”Tarble rolled onto his left side and braced himself with his right hand, rising steadily to his feet. His gaze locked onto the imposing figure of Nelgae, a determined glint in his eyes. A vibrant yellow aura enveloped the lost prince as he seamlessly transitioned into his Super Saiyan form. "I may not carry the name Vegeta, and I may have been born the weakest among Saiyans," Tarble declared, his voice resonating with conviction. "But I embrace who I am as Tarble. And I will prove to everyone the true strength that lies within me." His words echoed with resolve as he continued, "Do not underestimate me, for the blood of the Saiyan warrior race still courses through my veins. I am not to be trifled with."
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Bramble
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Post by Bramble on Feb 18, 2024 13:48:15 GMT -5
"Not to be trifled with?" The alien chuckled, this time low. It was as though he was laughing again, before the insect looked down on him again, as he intoned, "Very well." And then there was a strange sound, like a rip or a tear. Those once vibrant, crimson eyes turned dull, and then lifeless. All light and life left the body, before a sickening sound came from the back of the insect. Mucus or something nastier rose up, and then the power flowed like miasma as the former Champion of the Arena pulled away from the molt.
His body now black and cracked in with red, the once smaller arms had become two that matched his other arms. Power rolled off him in waves as he looked down at Tarble with crimson eyes once more. Wings unfolded from his back and buzzed. They flicked water off like it was just a mere annoyance.
"A mere Super Saiyan is no threat to me, little Saiyan" he growled. This was the final form of all Alien kind as it was known to the galaxy. The power that Tarble would have felt before became heavy like a load stone. "But I shall enjoy this," he snapped.
Like lightning he thundered forward before his arm launched out like blade, his claws extended as he spoke after the blow, "I will give you credit for not running or trying to just talk me down."
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Post by Tarble on Feb 18, 2024 18:13:22 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 463/1,375 Tarble stood bathed in a radiant yellow aura, its energy pulsating around him like a protective barrier. His eyes remained fixed on Nelgae, the anticipation growing as the massive ant began to undergo a startling transformation, morphing into a form that exuded ferocity and power. “What the hell is this thing. I have never seen or heard of alien form like this before. WHERE THE HELL DID HE COME FROM”
Tarble lifted his right hand toward his scouter, swiftly pressing the button to initiate the power level scan of Nelgae. His eyes widened in astonishment as the numbers on the display soared at an alarming pace, revealing the staggering magnitude of Nelgae's power. Before Tarble could fully comprehend the implications of this revelation, the deviant alien spoke with disdain, dismissing the mere presence of a Saiyan as inconsequential in the face of his own might. “Don’t hesitate Tarble, you can do this. I did not run from the Doctor and he put me through a lot of punishment. This is just another alien within the universe. Gauge his strength and speed while keeping an eye on his movement”Before Tarble could react, Nelgae launched a frontal assault on the lost prince. Tarble attempted to evade, but he felt searing pain shoot through his left shoulder as one of Nelgae's claws pierced through it. A sharp cry of agony tore from Tarble's lips, echoing through the air as he grappled with the excruciating sensation. With gritted teeth, Tarble desperately placed both hands on the claw embedded in his shoulder, straining to wrench it free from his flesh. Blood trickled in small rivulets, staining both the claw and Tarble's armor, a testament to the intensity of the struggle unfolding before them. “Damnit… his speed is crazy. I couldn’t even react in time to him. I thought he was a mere ant, but this… this is something else”Nelgae acknowledged Tarble's courage, giving him credit for standing his ground rather than fleeing or attempting to negotiate. Despite the searing pain coursing through him as he struggled to free himself from Nelgae's grip, Tarble's resolve remained unyielding. "I don't back down from any battle," Tarble declared through gritted teeth, his voice laced with determination. "I'll show you the true extent of my power. You're nothing but an insect to be crushed beneath my heel." “He is too strong… I cant… pry (hmph)… think Tarble, think”
With a fierce determination in his eyes, Tarble raised his right hand, channeling every ounce of power he possessed. With a primal roar, he directed all his energy into a single, concentrated strike aimed directly at Nelgae's claw. His muscles strained with the effort as he sought to shatter the claw and free himself from the iron grip of the formidable demon.
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