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Post by Pan-Seta on Nov 4, 2024 11:20:41 GMT -5
 Seta -- the Seta not from this zip code -- had not stepped foot on Earth, any Earth, in years. Not since the... 'meeting' with Prince Vegeta that had turned into a nauseating war of posturing and then promises that the Saiyan Empire had zero interest in bothering the prodigal prince. (She really should have listened to her own advice not to meet up with Vegeta face-to-face. After all, she had killed the man's father.)
Arms folded across her chest, black boots stepped through a patch of grass. A gentle wind blew, ruffling her black hair. She was heavily incognito: she wore no Saiyan armor but rather scale mail. It was not exactly practical in a battle using ki but she liked the incongruity of wearing such a thing (it worked decently on weapon and physical attacks, though!). Especially on a technologically advanced planet like Earth (though she might be biased and say that Earth was still kind of caveman compared to the planet Vegeta and especially the planet Avalon). Her gloves were the only consistent thing about her wardrobe: bright white and without a single scuff or tear in the leather. If there was one thing that the two Setas shared it was the dislike of allowing their hands to be visible except to their closest friends.
Head tilted as she felt a power level that tickled familiar in the back of her head. Hmm... when had she last sensed that power level?
Her aura flared to life and she shot off into the sky. The sun glinted off of her black metal scale mail that sat on top of black gi pants and a dark gray tunic. Black eyes flicked back and forth as she traveled over a variety of biomes. And then there he was, the person she had Sensed. The only one really familiar on this planet at all near enough she didn't have to put on too much speed to get there. (She had learned that a woman named Videl had the same ki signature as her mother, and Kakarot's son Gohan the same ki signature as her father. She refused to think about that, however. It made her head hurt. She kept far away from them both.)
Ah! The adorable human she had 'met' in the telepathically sourced dimension!
"Well, look at you. I should have figured you also didn't know how to mask yourself in the Astral Plane. You look exactly like you did there. Bet you can't suppress your ki, either?" Seta -- fully under her Paukena identity-- snarked. Her own power level was wildly suppressed, hovering only a bit higher than Upa 's. There were differences here and there between how she looked telepathically and how she looked in person. For one thing, she didn't tend to bring all of her scars into the Astral Realm (not out of shame, she just found it fun to mix things up a bit; scars were a Saiyan's pride and joy). There was a prominent one over one eye, and another striking along her jawline. And the outfit she wore did nothing to hide the ropey scar circling her entire neck (must be Friendship Level 100 to uncover that lore). It also took a lot of work for her not to show up in the Astral Realm in the Royal Saiyan Armor she missed wearing ever since being brought to this hellscape of a universe where her girlfriend was dead but her 'family' was not for the sake of not rocking the boat (reputation wise). The armor sat in her ship, parked in orbit (it could not enter the atmosphere of a planet like Earth).
A grin then, reminiscent of the Son Goku line of Saiyans. It stretched the scar on her jaw but not in a grotesque manner.
"Decided to take in a safari for my vacation but I won't say no to seeing how you do fighting in flesh and bone."
Paukena allowed a trickle of power out of the cage she kept it in, making her red and white aura flare to life again as she stood there, barely making a dent in the ground she stood upon despite the power she was holding.
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Spar Bonuses: Super Elite Saiyan [+5 all stats], Champion lvl. 2 [+15% all rewards], Combat Rune [+5 exp], Planet Spar [Full bonuses] |
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Post by Upa on Nov 16, 2024 5:44:12 GMT -5
For Upa, the Astral Realm was still a mystery. He was slowly uncovering its truth in chance encounters, the biggest question rising to it being its actual nature.
See, upon his first entrance there, he'd met with a Saiyan lady far superior to him, and every subsequent use generated another opponent that far outclassed the boy. He'd come to infer as such, that the individuals he met in that plane were all brought as a means to outdo him entirely in a situation where he'd struggle to triumph. Characters of varying origin and strength, but all evidently outclassing him - requiring a lot of effort in his attempt to win. He was certain, this was a truth, until he met an acquaintance of his in the realm. That, was when the nature of the Astral Realm changed. That was when he began to question its nature; as the thought of two individuals linked telepathically, landing very sensible touch (damage) upon each other, sounded asinine. Frankly put, he thought the people he encountered in the realm weren't real; and encountering one friend who recognized him, shook his understanding. The only remaining piece required to completely shatter his theory was meeting one of the 'generated' fighters in person.
Which, surprise surprise, is exactly what happens today.
His earlier business, running an errand on foot for Master Roshi, landed him in a bamboo forest near East City; just east of Orin Temple. While the vegetation was unfamiliar, the general mystic air this place exuded was a bit familiar to his own home. He'd come close to a large bridge crossing when -- "--- No..." He picked up on the woman's signature before she made her grand entrance; "It can't be!"
Frozen in place as he turned to the incoming Saiyan, anticipating her appearance as soon as her power raised for the flight. Her getting rapidly closer to him hinted that she too, picked up on his presence. And true enough, it was that very same Paukena that landed before him, singling him out from the several entities in the forest.
He gulped. Though she was different in appearance (vastly different in every adornment and scar), this was unmistakably Paukena.
The fact she even recognized him alluded to that.
A step backwards taken as he failed to follow through with her 'greeting'. "You're, real!" He said; "You're actually here! ...But, how?? Why??"
"...And why do you look so different from back then??" His eyebrows furrowed. At the very least, Upa was intelligent enough to register the clearing fact.
On one hand, this was groundbreaking (for him). That Paukena, recognized him in the flesh; following a spar in the Astral Realm. Coupling that with another pre-met Android recognizing him in the Realm itself, drove the final nail to his understanding. All the people he met in the Astral Realm were real people, and their experiences were linked with his. It was, congruently, a canonical event.
How very alarming. That there are so many powerful fighters out there, so much more powerful than he was.
Her intentions were clear, however; and, this is a spar thread. Following their first meeting, Upa too wanted to see how far he's come.
Surely, Paukena herself was stronger than she was when they first met; but in the boy's case, he's gone a long way since. In fact, saying he was a different person wasn't an understatement. "Alright, let me show you!"
By now, Upa was familiar with the Saiyans' general ability to foresee the future. His direct answer to that was a deliberate easy first strike, followed by not an attempt to fool, but a more aggressive approach. If they could foresee the future, I might as well overwhelm them after they dodge. As such --
His first approach, leaping forward immediately, was an awfully direct roundhouse kick aimed at the woman's middle-section; fully anticipating a clean dodge.
At the same time motion, his hand built up his Ki as he unleashed -- with no space allowed in-between -- two spheres of Ki fired at close proximity.
The most he could muster in direct sequence was another quick buildup of energy from his other free hand; though his failure to conjure it properly resulted in a makeshift heavy-motioned blast punch, all together aiming to pressure Paukena into taking the back foot -- as opposed to last time.
WC: 722
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Post by Pan-Seta on Nov 16, 2024 17:38:33 GMT -5
"I'unno, maybe I'm just a fig newton of your imagination," she commented, a terrible joke she had heard once and could never get it out of her head. But of course she meant figment. She wasn't stupid. "Maybe you've imagined me differently cause you're fucked in the head, kid." Who in this conversation exactly was fucked in the head? A low chuckle then she shrugged her shoulders. "As for the how, well. That's a li'l tricky. I can't go around giving away all of my little secrets can I?" Now she was just being a dick. "Why? Thought I'd take in the sights of this part of the galaxy. I mean, I did show you I knew exactly what this place is like. Maybe I started out here the whole time?" The Seta from this zip code certainly had. As she felt him coming at her, a part of her really really really wanted to just take the blow. Wouldn't that be the real surprise? But her body was moving before she could fully make up her mind. One arm rose, crossing in front of her face, so that the follow up ki slammed into the chainmail covered fatty part of her arm and thus did negligible damage (read: did absolutely squat). Her other hand moved to snatch his fist out of the air. The resulting impact was like a thunderclap and yet Paukena stood her ground against it. Lips curled up into a little almost feral grin. "That was fun," she stated, as if everything was over. Far from it. Her free hand rocketed towards his torso about where one's (actually not useless at all) appendix sat. (Because, indeed, weren't Saiyans and Humans almost identical in physical makeup save for the tail-- ignoring the fact some Humans had ever been born with a little nubby tail? S'what happens, kids, when your tail bone forgets to shrink.) With her other hand still holding onto his fist, she then sent her forehead towards his. School of hard knocks, as it were. Her aura flared halfway through the motion and then congealed into a barrier that clung tighter to her than the chainmail did. "This is the me without all of the multiple layers of encryption on my mind," Paukena added, all casual like as if they weren't in the middle of something like a spar. But she was also lying a teensy bit-- she wasn't at her full power. Did that count, though? It wasn't her mind that held her power.
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Post by Upa on Nov 16, 2024 18:33:31 GMT -5
Yeah, figures she wouldn't tell. Her general condescending approach didn't hold much weight against Upa's psyche, the tribesman for the most part unaffected by verbal sparring. He only leveraged what was worth his attention from what she laid out; and if his previous spar with a certain Android appointed to something, Paukena's capability to change the scenery back then was proof she was as aware as could be, of her ability to control the Astral Realm. Unlike him, anyway.
"I see," He mused, nodding once; "So you've been here before. Somehow that's not so surprising," he admitted. Whether it was in a lucky guess regarding her origin, or his assumption per her experience -- the fact that she was a Saiyan made it almost certain she was familiar with Earth. To him, either way. This naturally opened up several other questions, but.
Sparring time.
As expected, she dodged. Whereas last time his approach completely failed, Upa mentally gave himself props for managing to keep her on defense, for now. The moment she grabbed his fist, his shoulder tensed -- "Glad you enjoyed it," -- bracing for what was coming.
The punch at his appendix hurt. Bad. Face twisting in pain, but standing his ground; the dark-skinned could feel the Saiyan's body moving back for another strike.
Upa from before, would have taken that headbutt and possibly get stunned by his opponent's power. Though with her power suppressed and kept generously only a little above his own, he had one means of gaining the upper hand; just once. It was worth the effort right?
She did want to see how he was fighting as he was there. Well,
Capitalizing on the fact Paukena's hold against his fist wouldn't let go, he himself applied a pull as he allowed his body to fall backwards, in the same trajectory her forehead was aiming. Back rolled to the ground with her approach narrowly missing, the boy focused his Ki for just the milisecond he needed.
He transformed and regressed in barely a moment -- his tactic, using the burst of strength to free his hand from her grasp, while at the same time kicking her form away from him.
The boy was definitely looking to impress. Paukena's previously-displayed power has been surpassed, and with her current scaling, he could infer that she was far stronger than she actually let on. If he was correct, she was even capable of transforming into a Super Saiyan, just like Bra.
Then, how far did her power actually go? If his approaches could surprise her enough, he'd see and experience at least another layer of it.
WC: 434 / 1,156
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Post by Pan-Seta on Nov 19, 2024 4:34:30 GMT -5
One could not deny Paukena was the picture of sangfroid. It wasn't hard to be completely calm in battle -- it just was uncommon especially for a Saiyan to seem all that cool and collected. But once you really got her going, she seemed almost manic. A dogged determination, exhilaration at the blood pumping through a system designed through thousands and thousands of years of evolution. At least this time, she seemed to know her own physical strength. Doubtless if she had put everything into her physical moves, Upa would be flatter than a pancake or missing multiple internal organs at the least. She was impressed less by his ability to take the blow than for him to have kept his feet (in a manner of speaking) when her head went whistling towards him. Her body kept going through the motions for a spare second before she came to a halt, in a somewhat shrimp-like pose. Retracting her hand as the contact disappeared, her body shimmered as if she was a mere heat-based mirage. The Human's leg swept through her after image and she managed to swallow the laugh that wanted to burble up. Instead, as she appeared behind the young man, she cupped her hands together then slammed them forward towards his back as if trying to catch him. Her aura seemed to congeal and collect in her palms to explode outward in a clear attack of ki that was less beam or orb and more of a solid wave of energy. But she did not power up to do it and had precise control over her ki that she had learned over her numerous years of life as a Saiyan who was meant to be the absolute best and strongest of her ilk. Her sword was conspicuously absent this time -- it sat on her ship along with her Saiyan created armor. (Point of fact she had a large collection of bladed weaponry but she was really only attached to one that she always took with her into battle or otherwise.) Her tail waved behind her a moment before curling around her waist as if to highlight the fact she was actually unarmed. Well, if one didn't count her ki and her limbs. Disappearing again, she appeared a number of feet above Upa and allowed herself to be dragged back down to literal Earth, her fists clasped together to bring a heavy hammerblow down on the crown of the Human's head. And then she flipped over him to stand behind him. Her foot went to his hip area, ki flaring. "Detonate," she muttered almost as an afterthought just before her foot might have any hope of connecting. The resulting explosion of ki sent the ground beneath them flying but clearly did no actual harm to Paukena herself. "I've been all over the galaxy. It's difficult to be a Saiyan and not actually travel. Join the Saiyan Empire, meet interesting people, and kill them," she stated matter of factly. Always oh so proud even if this Empire was not actually hers. Not in the way she missed it being, anyway. And 'kill them' was not always the goal. At least with her Empire that had been the case. This one? Did like killing. But she was good at adapting. Right?
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