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Post by Bra on Nov 4, 2024 17:30:58 GMT -5
Bra closed her eyes and let her breathing slow. The weight of the gem felt steady in her hands, its energy radiating outward in gentle waves, pulsing in sync with her own power. She'd done this once before—taken herself beyond the limits of her physical body, stepping into a realm where thoughts and energy took shape. That hadn’t ended so well. She had lost the ensuing fight against the strange Saiyan, whose identity she was still not quite sure of. That was something she would figure out once she reached planet Vegeta.
This time, she thought, I’ll be more careful.
The small room on Pefu she had made her temporary abode during her trip was silent. She concentrated on her breathing, feeling the energy in her body gather at a single point, then slowly expand outward, mixing with the power of the gem. She visualized the astral realm, calling it to her, a familiar yet foreign place just on the edge of consciousness.
As Bra drifted deeper into the astral realm, shapes began to materialise around her. Soft lines turned sharp, and the intangible started taking form. Gradually, she found herself standing within a space that looked strikingly familiar—the forge on Pefu.
The walls around her were not quite right, as though they’d been sketched from memory. Hers? Or someone else’s? That remained to be seen. The forge had been on her mind a lot recently… It was why she was here after all. Hers then? It must be.
Faint, silvery light pulsed everywhere, mimicking the dim glow of embers scattered across the floor. Anvils, tools, and workbenches appeared, floating just above the ground, their forms wavering slightly, as if they were only halfway anchored to reality.
She took a careful step forward, her hand brushing against a workbench. It felt solid beneath her fingertips, but there was a strange, cool quality to it, unlike any sensation she had experienced in the real world. Different too to Paukena’s dojo that she had experienced on her previous visit to this plane. Perhaps her lack of skill was the cause?
With a deep breath, she reached out mentally, casting her senses all around the space, searching for a spark of life, a familiar energy, or maybe even something entirely unknown. She wasn’t sure what she’d find this time—maybe a friend, someone she’d met before, or perhaps a new challenge.
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Tarble
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Post by Tarble on Nov 6, 2024 18:35:04 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan  583/583 Months had passed since the lost prince faced his final battle against the Doctor himself. Now, lying in his bed, Tarble stared up at the ceiling, his mind replaying the confrontation over and over. He could still hear the words he exchanged with Doctor Ghast. No matter what Tarble threw at him… every attack… every strategy; Ghast seemed to have an answer, a counter, to stop the lost prince in his tracks. “I used to believe that you could fight through the pain and give it your all. But why every time I stood in front of him, I would just lose. Out of all the times we locked fist I never once made him bleed”The lost prince lay motionless, his eyes fixed on the slow, hypnotic spin of the ceiling fan. Each rotation blurred into the next as he tried to quiet his racing thoughts. His gaze drifted past the blades, staring blankly at the wall behind them, as if searching for something to ground him, to bring him peace. But peace remained elusive. It had felt as though Tarble had abandoned his path entirely. The fire that once drove him to grow stronger, to surpass his limits, now seemed like a distant memory. The brutal reality of that final battle had shattered him in ways he couldn’t fully explain. The weight of defeat pressed down on him like a stone, suffocating his will to continue. For years, he had heard the voices, the harsh whispers that told him the truth that he would never become strong. The final battle with Doctor Ghast had broken him; not just physically, but mentally. The dreams of becoming something more, of rising above his past, now felt like childish fantasies. The lost prince reached for the blanket beside him, pulling it over his body as he turned onto his left side. As he moved, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, knocking everything on the nearby table to the floor. Instinctively, Tarble shot up, desperate to prevent the objects from crashing to the ground. His hands darted out, catching a few items mid-air before they hit the floor. His fingers brushed over the objects, quickly assessing the items. As he looked down, his breath caught in his throat. Among the clutter, his hand closed around something he least expected… the telepathy gem. “Come on… just my luck. I knew I should have put that item away and out of site. That is the last place that I want to go”Tarble's mind began to drift, slipping away from his body like a fading dream. In an instant, his physical form went limp, collapsing back onto the bed as his soul was pulled through a swirling portal. The next moment, he found himself crashing to the ground, his face hitting the earth with a thud. His legs remained unnaturally suspended in the air for a brief moment, before gravity took hold, and they dropped heavily to the ground. For a few seconds, he lay still, groaning in discomfort as his limbs adjusted to the sudden shift. Slowly, he pushed his hands against the ground, using the support to lift himself up. “Well, this is a new place… never been here before. Let me find whoever I need to fight so they can win this one and get me home”The lost prince pushed himself to his feet. He scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, his mind already focused on one thing, finding a way out.
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Post by Bra on Nov 7, 2024 17:41:16 GMT -5
Bra felt the shift in the astral realm before she saw him—a flicker of energy unfamiliar yet unmistakably Saiyan, suddenly intruding into the quiet expanse she’d just begun to explore. She stilled, her senses sharpening as she focused on the presence taking shape nearby. The haze of the realm parted just enough for her to glimpse a figure sprawled on the ground. Curiosity tingling at the back of her mind, Bra moved closer, her footsteps silent in the otherworldly stillness. She wore her usual look—sturdy, well-worn boots, fitted trousers, and a dark tank top that revealed her toned arms and shoulders. Her lavender hair was pulled back into its usual high ponytail, strands of it swaying slightly as she walked. She could have willed it to be different in this place she imagined. But that skill was still, for the moment beyond her understanding. The figure groaned, pushing himself up from the ground, visibly reluctant and muttering to himself in a way that suggested this was the last place he wanted to be. Totally the opposite of her previous encounter in this place. And that just made it all the more intriguing. As he lifted his head, Bra’s brow furrowed, a faint crease forming between her eyes. She tilted her head slightly, a few loose strands of her lavender hair falling forward, catching the astral light as they framed her face. She couldn’t place him exactly, yet something about him seemed oddly familiar. Her gaze swept over his face, taking in every line, every angle. His features, though worn with fatigue and shadowed by a distant look, bore an unmistakable resemblance to her father—something in the arch of his brow, the line of his jaw. It was strange, almost unsettling, as though she were looking at a faint reflection of Vegeta. But she knew that face all too well, and this wasn’t him… Not even this universes version of him. That much she was certain of. Instinctively, Bra straightened, folding her arms across her chest in a gesture that was both defensive and challenging. Her fingers drummed lightly on her upper arm, her posture a silent signal that she wasn’t about to be caught off guard. She shifted her weight subtly onto her back foot, ready to spring forward or dodge should the need arise, her stance betraying the careful training instilled in her from years of combat practice. Her eyes, cold and unwavering, remained fixed on him, every detail of her expression poised and controlled. She’d grown up hearing stories of her father and Goku being almost the last of their race. But this universe seemed to be different. The Saiyan Empire was alive and well here. Could this man, this stranger with her father’s face, be one of them? And if he was, what was he doing here, now? She drew in a slow breath, then released it, her voice calm but still tinged with a trace of the youthful intrigue she couldn’t quite conceal. “Who are you?” she asked.
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Post by Tarble on Nov 8, 2024 21:26:48 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 310/893 The lost prince finally rose to his feet, his vision still hazy from the long journey through the realm. He wiped his eyes with his right arm, and as his sight began to clear, he made out a figure standing across from him. “This is interesting. Not often do I run into a female in this realm but a young one at that. Why does she look familiar to me. Something about her makes me feel like I have met her before”The lost prince stood motionless, narrowing his eyes in curiosity. Before he could speak, the young woman asked, "Who are you?" Tarble cleared his throat and straightened, his voice steady as he replied, "My name is Tarble, prince of all Saiyans." A soft chuckle escaped him, knowing full well that his brother would laugh at the title, arguing that Tarble was anything but the ruler of all Saiyans. “I know Vegeta would beg the differ about me being the prince of all Saiyans. I wonder how strong he has gotten since we were kids”Before the young woman could respond, Tarble decided it was best to turn the question back to her. "And who are you, exactly?" he asked, his tone sharp with curiosity. Tarble glanced around, taking in his surroundings. Every time he entered a new realm, the landscape seemed to shift; this one was no different. He also noticed, with a slight jolt of surprise, that he was still in his Saiyan armor, not the familiar basketball shorts and tank top he was wearing before he grabbed a hold of the gem stone. The lost prince knew this place all too well. He could feel it in his bones; the two of them would eventually have to stop with the introductions and face off. “I am curious if this young female has any fight to her”
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Post by Bra on Nov 10, 2024 9:28:03 GMT -5
Bra’s eyes flickered with surprise as he introduced himself. Tarble, she thought, her mind clicking into place. She’d heard the name mentioned a few times, almost in passing—her father rarely spoke of him, and when he did, it was with a mix of irritation and detachment. She tilted her head, studying his face more closely. Now that she looked, she understood—the faint resemblance to her father in his jawline, his brow. Her father’s face held a sharper edge, one etched by countless battles and hard-won strength, but Tarble had that same underlying intensity, just tempered by something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She folded her arms, taking a moment to let this realisation settle. “Tarble… so you’re the uncle I’ve never met.” The fact that he’d appeared here, in the astral realm, was as intriguing as his identity. It was one thing to hear about her family’s scattered Saiyan lineage, and another to stand face-to-face with it even if he wasn’t the family from her own universe. “My name’s Bra,” she said, meeting his gaze. “Daughter of Vegeta. He’s mentioned you, but…” She shrugged, letting a faint smirk play across her face. The mention of her father usually elicited some kind of response from other Saiyans—fear, respect, or sometimes just a shared, unspoken understanding. For a moment, silence settled between them, filled only by the soft, pulsing hum of the astral realm around them. She didn’t bother to hide the slight impatience in her posture, the readiness in her stance. He might be family, but here, that didn’t mean she’d hold back. The familiar flicker of Saiyan energy, that unmistakable challenge, sparked in her eyes. She raised a brow, her lips curving in a smirk that echoed her father’s. “And as your niece, I’m curious,” she said, a hint of teasing lacing her words. “Are you anything like him?” Her gaze dropped meaningfully to his armour, then back to his face, daring him to match her unspoken challenge.
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Post by Tarble on Nov 11, 2024 19:54:02 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 620/1,513 Tarble watched intently as the young woman tilted her head, her eyes narrowing in thought. With a subtle shift, she crossed her arms and spoke; a single sentence that hit Tarble like a blow to the chest. She was his niece, Vegeta's daughter, a piece of his family he had thought lost forever. It had been years since he last saw his brother, and now, after so much time, he had finally encountered a living connection to his past. “My brother has a child. When did this happen and with whom did he have a daughter with”The lost prince narrowed his eyes, studying her face for any trace of familiarity. She had striking purple hair and piercing blue eyes, a stark contrast to the usual Saiyan features he remembered. Her slender frame stood out as well; most Saiyan women were more muscular, their builds broader. There was something delicate about her that made Tarble wonder just how much had changed within his family since he last saw them. “I cannot see any resemble to Vegeta”Before Tarble could respond, the young woman spoke, her voice steady but carrying a weight of significance. She said her name was Bra, her gaze unwavering and that she was the daughter of Vegeta. She paused, as if choosing her words carefully. Bra told Tarble that Vegeta mention his name a few times. “I bet it was nothing short of nice knowing him”Tarble opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat as he struggled to collect his thoughts. The encounters he had experienced in the astral realm were always strange, but standing across from his niece; Vegeta's daughter, left him speechless. His mind raced with questions. Was she anything like Vegeta, the brother who had always belittled him? Was she as powerful as he had become, born with the strength of one of the greatest Saiyans? Before he could find his voice, Bra cut through his thoughts, her tone direct and curious. She asked if he was anything like her father; her gaze sharp as she waited for his response. “What an intriguing question coming from her. I wonder how much she knows of Vegeta.”Tarble cleared his throat, taking a moment to steady himself before speaking. "Well," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of reflection and quiet bitterness, "I’m nothing like my brother, or your father, for that matter. I was born one of the weakest Saiyan’s in the royal family; barely even considered a threat. My father despised me, always putting Vegeta above me, and, at a young age, I was sent away. I’ve spent most of my life trying to figure out who I am as a Saiyan." He paused, his gaze distant for a moment as he considered his next words carefully. "So, to answer your question, no, I’m not like your father. I haven’t seen him in years, but one day… one day we’ll cross paths again. And when we do, he’ll have a lot of explaining to do." Tarble’s words lingered in the air, heavy with the weight of unresolved history. “I wonder if I came off too strong about her father. There will be a time that we cross paths and at that moment I will show him how strong I have become”Tarble studied her for a moment, his curiosity piqued. "I have one question for you," he said, his tone shifting to one of cautious intrigue. "You don’t quite have the typical appearance of a Saiyan female. Who is your mother? And how can I be sure you’re really my niece?" His gaze was steady, the faintest trace of skepticism in his eyes as he awaited her response.
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Post by Bra on Nov 14, 2024 6:41:04 GMT -5
Bra's posture shifted slightly, though she kept her arms folded for now. She could see he was skeptical and had doubts about her place in his family. A part of her wanted to bristle, to snap back at his questioning of her identity, but she held her ground, her gaze steady. He wasn’t wrong after all. She doubted there were many Saiyan’s going around with purple hair if there were any at all.
"Yeah, I'm not exactly your typical Saiyan," she replied. “My mother is Bulma. She’s an Earth scientist and probably one of the most brilliant minds on the planet—though if you ask her, she’d say the most brilliant.” Bra let her smirk grow, imagining how her mother would handle a question like Tarble’s. “So, that explains the blue eyes, the hair… pretty much the whole look. And I’ve got to admit, it’s a look I’m more than okay with."
She took a step back, unfolding her arms and settling into a loose, ready stance. “If you don’t believe me,” she added, the smirk now breaking into a grin that matched the flash in her eyes, “I’d be happy to kick your ass to prove it.”Bra’s gaze was sharp, every inch of her posture inviting him to respond. She felt the thrill of a fight stirring within her, a test not only of her own strength but of her connection to her Saiyan heritage. "Go on,” she teased, her voice carrying an edge of challenge. “You say you’re Saiyan royalty? Then show me.”She tilted her head slightly before continuing. “Although, as the child of the eldest, I technically outrank you anyway.” Her words hung in the air, playful but firm, each one challenging him to take her seriously.
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Post by Tarble on Nov 15, 2024 19:08:34 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 413/1,926 Tarble listened intently as Bra began to explain who her mother was. When Bra mentioned her mother’s name, a flicker of recognition crossed Tarble's mind. He remembered meeting Bulma's parents during one of the missions Master Roshi had sent him on. The Briefs family was well-known across Earth, their reputation reaching far and wide. Almost everyone on the planet had heard of them in some way, whether through their scientific achievements, business ventures, or their prominent role in Earth's defense. “She does resemble her mother’s side. I remember seeing pictures all around the house during my time with Doctor Briefs. This entire time I never knew that my brother was in a relationship with an earthling. My… has he changed since the last time I saw him”Tarble watched as Bra swiftly dropped into a fighting stance, her confidence evident as she declared she’d prove her Saiyan blood by kicking his ass. A small, amused smile tugged at the corners of Tarble's mouth. The idea of facing off against his niece; someone so full of fiery determination, was unexpectedly exciting. It had been a long time since he’d sparred, let alone trained with the intensity he once did. The challenge stirred something within him, a familiar thrill that had long since faded from his life. For a moment, the lost prince could feel the warrior’s spirit in him stir, ready for the clash. “Hmm… maybe it is best to see what type of a child my brother has produced. Let see if she is a fighter or not”Tarble uncrossed his arms, shifting his weight as he slid his right foot forward. He extended his right arm out in front, while his left hung slightly behind, mirroring a stance he hadn’t assumed in years. His fingers curled into a fist, the familiar energy of battle starting to hum beneath his skin. The lost prince was preparing himself for a spar with his niece; something he hadn’t anticipated but found himself oddly eager for. Before he could speak, Bra cut in with a few more bold remarks. She taunted him, insisting he show her the power of Saiyan royalty. Then, with a grin, she added that technically, she outranked him; after all, she was the daughter of his older brother, Vegeta. Tarble raised an eyebrow, an amused glint in his eye. “This could be interesting”"Your move. Let's see what you've got," Tarble said, his voice calm but laced with a hint of challenge.
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Post by Bra on Nov 16, 2024 11:16:37 GMT -5
Bra’s smirk remained fixed as she stepped forward, her confidence palpable. She didn’t rush—this wasn’t about overwhelming him immediately but testing the waters. Her form was sharp, practiced, as she shifted her weight onto her back foot before pivoting with grace. With a quick burst of energy, she unleashed her opening strike: a razor-swift roundhouse kick aimed just high enough to graze Tarble’s guard. The strike was fast and precise, a deliberate measure of her skill and control.
Without pausing, Bra flowed seamlessly into her next move. Landing lightly on her feet, she launched into a series of four jabs, her fists snapping forward in rapid succession. Each strike targeted his midsection, her movements fluid and relentless as she tested his reaction time and ability to block or dodge.
The flurry ended with another kick—this time a low sweep aimed at his legs, calculated to disrupt his footing. Bra’s grin widened slightly as she shifted back into her ready stance, her lavender ponytail whipping around with her movements. Her eyes remained locked on Tarble, their sharp intensity daring him to counter.
If he wants to know what kind of child my father produced, he’s about to find out, she thought, confidence blazing in her eyes. Her confidence wasn’t arrogance but an unshakable belief in her potential—a belief that had driven her this far and would continue to push her beyond her limits.
She braced herself, ready for whatever the self titled prince of all Saiyans might throw her way. Let’s see what kind of fighter Uncle Tarble really is.
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