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Post by Cooler on May 28, 2019 23:06:16 GMT -5
“My prince,” Cilan beckoned as he interrupted a little of Vegeta’s relaxation time. “There’s a warrior that I’d like you to meet.”
Vegeta had been hard at work doing his rehabilitation, trying to regain the strength that had been wiped from him. Re-entering the lower level ranks of the Saiyan army was the prescription that his father and his handler, Cilan, had instituted. It was an effective, but slow grind. Vegeta wanted to fast forward to the part where he would have regained his power and gotten back to imposing his will on the universe. For the time being, however, he understood that he needed to play his part, despite the humiliation he felt he was being put through.
“Can’t you pester someone else with your annoying drivel, Cilan?” Vegeta snapped back, refusing to rise from his seat, let alone look at his caretaker. “I highly doubt it’s anyone worth my time.”
“This one is different, my lord,” Cilan tried to explain. “He’s been making quite a name for himself in the ranks. His superior officers tell me he’s quite formidable. I think he just might give you a run for your money, sire, in your current state, of course.”
“We shall see about that,” Vegeta scoffed. “Very well, Cilan. Let’s meet this great warrior you speak of.”
“Follow me, sir,” Cilan nodded as he lead Vegeta out of his chambers and back to the training facility. Vegeta had felt like he had been spending all of his time here, but it was necessary. He entered the sparring circle, and awaited for this worthy opponent Cilan had mentioned to appear.
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Post by Mirai Trunks on May 28, 2019 23:38:53 GMT -5
The invitation to the capital had come to him as something of a surprise. True, while it had been written using flowery language, as a request, the subtext was clear, Bardock was to report to the capital at once. Absent choice. And, if there had been any confusion, the Royal Seal that accompanied the invitation that was not a request made it true meaning abundantly clear.
The pilot had said little to illuminate the young Saiyan as to what purpose he would serve at the capital. In truth, the pilot had said little for the duration of the flight.
The Royal Guard, sent to escort him, and ensure that the underlying message of the invitation that had never been a request, was properly understood, said nothing.
The loading bay door slid open to reveal an unassuming Saiyan attendant waiting impatiently. “Are you the warrior they call Bardock?” The aged retainer asked, beckoning that Bardock follow him.
“I am.”
The attendant cocked his head to the side, as if waiting for something more. When it was clear there would be no further dialog, he nodded, “Good, it appears you at least know when to speak, and when not to speak. Perhaps Cilan wasn’t wrong about you.” He paused, eyeing the young warrior, “Or, Perhaps not.” He led the Saiyan down a short hallway, standing aside as the double doors slid open silently as they approached, and motioned for Bardock to continue on his own. “At any rate, good luck.”
The door slid shut and Bardock was left standing alone, and stunned.
He had heard rumor that the crown prince had returned to the throne world, but Bardock had not been one accustomed to believing the court gossips. It appeared that for once, the gossips had been correct.
“Prince Vegeta?” He exclaimed. Suddenly, he remembered himself and saluted the prince, pressing his gloved hand to his chest plate and dropped to one knee.
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Post by Cooler on May 29, 2019 10:08:12 GMT -5
A satisfied grin snaked across the royal Saiyan's face as the warrior Cilan has mentioned entered the training hall and dropped to one knee in salute. At least this one knows to show the proper respects, he thought as he took a few steps closer to get a better look at the newcomer. As Vegeta approached, he could tell that this was a lower class Saiyan. He paused and turned back to Cilan and shot him a deadly look. Is this some kind of joke? he thought before turning his attention back to the warrior in front of him.
"I'm relieved I won't have to waste my breath explaining who I am." Vegeta folded his arms across his chest. The look of shock on the warrior's face wasn't all that surprising, Vegeta was getting used to it. He had disappeared for quite some time, and was only recently back in the public eye. He did know that his father, the king, addressed the prince's return to the masses and had explained that Vegeta had suffered some kind of traumatic event that caused him to lose his power. It was a momentary set back, one that Vegeta was working diligently to correct, but it wasn't something that he was going to broadcast for the sake of pride.
"Cilan tells me you've been making quite a name for yourself out on the front lines. In his ever surprising incompetence he failed to mention your name. Tell me, how is it that a low class Saiyan such as yourself has made such an impression with the most prestigious combat unit in existence? Clearly you've done something to warrant an audience with royalty."
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Post by Mirai Trunks on May 29, 2019 15:55:26 GMT -5
The young Saiyan warrior rose so that their eyes were level with one another, and smirked. Every inch a Saiyan of the royal bloodline I see.
Bardock’s hard, storm-grey eyes fell on the young prince. Taking in his sharply angled chin, the raven black widows peak that was characteristic of the long line of Kings that had come before. And, the coal dark eyes. Eyes that seemed to smolder with their barely checked rage. Every inch the proud Saiyan Prince.
The Prince opened his mouth to speak, and there was a dangerous, and menacing edge to his words, “Cilan tells me you've been making quite a name for yourself out on the front lines. In his ever surprising incompetence he failed to mention your name. Tell me, how is it that a low class Saiyan such as yourself has made such an impression with the most prestigious combat unit in existence? Clearly you've done something to warrant an audience with royalty.”
Bardock waited for the prince to finish before he answered, his voice calm, and clear. “I am Bardock, sire. A Saiyan of 1st Class rank.” A dangerous smirk crept across the warriors face, “As for what I’ve done to warrant a royal audience, I suppose that is yet to be seen.”
Bardock turned with his words, cutting across the room in a semi-circle so that the two Saiyans stood opposite one another on the mat that dominated the sparring room chamber.
It was a strange kind of calm that overcame him.
With his mind’s eye he pictured the embers. Watched as they burst into flame, poured himself into it, until the once tiny flame had become an inferno. A wildfire that devoured all, all his doubt, all his apprehension, his fears. The flames consumed them all.
And when the flames finally died, there was nothing left in their wake. A void, of empty calm.
Bardock dropped into a loose fighting stance. He had decided to let the crown prince make the first move, as was to be expected of a Saiyan of his stature.
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Post by Cooler on May 29, 2019 21:51:12 GMT -5
“I like the fire in this one, reminds me a little of myself,” Vegeta said to Cilan without taking his eyes off of the warrior before him.
Bardock had shown a flash of his power, possibly to intimidate, but more than likely just to prove he wasn’t an ordinary soldier. There was definitely something more than met the eye.
“Very well, Bardock, Saiyan of First Class rank,” Vegeta called out as he slid his feet shoulder length apart, assuming his own battle stance. The prince’s gaze ran up and down his opponent. Bardock was allowing Vegeta the first move. “You want to see what it’s like to engage with greatness, destined from birth? Allow me to indulge you!”
Vegeta closed what little gap there was between himself and Bardock with a burst of speed. He planted his left foot in the ground and drove his right knee upward, trying to connect with Bardock’s chest. He would then clasp both of his hands above his head and swing them downward with a hammer blow aimed for the top of his opponent’s skull.
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Post by Mirai Trunks on May 30, 2019 0:03:03 GMT -5
Bardock blinked, and the prince was gone. Burn him, but he’s fast.
It was a blindingly, precise movement. Faster than he had anticipated. Too fast. Bardock had anticipated the knee, and still it had come too fast. Burn me but he’s fast.
The weight of what felt like a small moon, slammed into the Saiyan’s unarmored chest with a punishing ferocity. He grunted with the impact, his lungs burning as he tried to suck in air. On instinct he raised his arms to protect his now vulnerable face.
The prince had anticipated the Saiyan’s reaction, and his double handed follow up attack came in high, where Bardock had expected a jab.
The result was an awkward defense that only half worked as Bardock tried to move his arms to intercept the blow as he flung himself back. Back and away. The prince’s hammer fists clipped him on the crown of his head, and for a moment the world around the young Saiyan faded to a fuzzy kind of black, as if he were viewing the world through half shut eyes, before it slowly began to solidify once more.
Space. He needed to keep space between the two of them. The prince was fast. Faster than Bardock had guessed. Too fast. His mind adapted to the pace quickly. His lungs burned, as his body dumped adrenaline into his muscles. The pain of the prince's first attack clawed at his chest, and he felt alive with it.
His booted feet felt the hard steel of the reinforced rear walls that enclosed the two warriors, and he coiled his body against it, bending at the knees, before launching himself forward with his own burst of speed.
With his palms outstretched, he fired a quick succession of ki attacks. Four white hot ball of kinetic energy leapt from his out stretched hands, closing the distance between the two warriors as Bardock followed in their wake.
The energy attacks had been meant as nothing more than a distraction as he moved into position. Channeling the torrential wave of energy that now coursed through him, into the small of his foot as he darted in behind the blindingly hot orbs with a kick, charged with explosive energy.
The figure before him was no longer the Saiyan Prince, no longer a Saiyan. The world outside their fight melted away. Faded away. Until there was nothing left but the attacks and their counters. The dull, thumping pain in Bardock's chest burned and clawed at him, and he felt alive with it.
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Post by Cooler on May 30, 2019 12:55:35 GMT -5
Vegeta's body swelled with pride and excitement as he launched into combat. It came so naturally to him, almost on a subconscious level. He took to fighting like a fish to water. This was his first real physical interaction since his traumatic encounter that he had been informed of by his father that had robbed him of his true power. Vegeta felt relieved that his body reacted to his instinctual commands, though his pride would never allow him to admit that.
Bardock was showing signs that reinforced Cilan's recommendation as a sparring partner. Despite what Vegeta would call limitations of a lower class Saiyan, Bardock was able to prove he was worthy to spar with the royal Saiyan warrior.
Vegeta's initial attack connected with its mark. He could feel Bardock's chest cavity give ever so slightly right before his hands came down in rapid succession. The prince's follow up didn't quite connect, but it was successful in sending his opponent reeling backwards, up against the wall of the training room.
Bardock was quick to counter as he seemed to push off of the wall and launch a volley of energy blasts in rapid succession. "You're going to have to do better than that!" Vegeta called out as he threw his hands out in front of him, expecting an energy barrier to appear and absorb the blasts. He was caught completely surprised when nothing appeared, and the four ki orbs slammed into him head on, completely undefended.
What the hell... Vegeta thought as he stumbled backwards, trying to regain proper footing. The blasts themselves weren't overly powerful, more than likely it was a more tactical decison than an attack with an emphasis on causing as much damage as possible. Damnit... I've got a long way to go...
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