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Post by Cub on Aug 15, 2018 1:54:23 GMT -5
It hadn’t been more than a few days since he had returned from the war in Kabocha, Atreus generous enough to drop him off near his home in the bamboo forest. He had learned a lot about the world and had even gone beyond it since his first days as an amateur swordsman stalking other warriors and doing his best to imitate their movements in secret. He had no formal training then, and truthfully, no formal training now. His skill set was an amalgam of many warriors, most of whom he did not know personally, and in a sort of warped way the vast array of styles and tendencies was something he made his own. His movements and stances were far too inconsistent to be called anything defining and his defenses were spur of the moment and freely adapted from different things he had seen in different situations. The only thing that was consistent was that he had always had a sword.
As poetic as that realization was as he stood in the thicket near his meager home, a loud succession of crashes in the far off distance had gotten the best of his attention. Elevating himself above the forest line with the aid of his ki his dark brown irises were pulled to the west. Thick plumes of smoke emanated from the city, three separate plumes to be exact, matching the amount of successive impacts that were previously heard. “There’s always something.” He uttered between his ears with a sigh before enveloping himself in a translucent white powered flight, propelling himself swiftly towards West City. Upon his arrival there was public chaos in the street as civilians ran every which way out of uncertainty for the three strange white single manned pods that created a trio of deep craters in the middle of a busy intersection. Slowly and dramatically the pod doors released hydraulic steam one after the other before the doors raised up and released the occupants.
Three rather strong power levels emerged from the craters levitating in a perfect unison with arms crossed and smirks that proved to be rather ominous. “Saiyans!?” He exclaimed in thought, racking his brain as to how such a thing was currently possible given that he had just come from across the universe driving the official Saiyan fleet back into hiding. Cub was all too familiar with the Saiyan armor and the tails they kept wrapped around their waists from recently battling them by the score. As the trio continued to hover upward from the shadows their faces were soon revealed. “Triplets…?” He added in thought as the situation got weirder, the three Saiyan garbed men proving to be exact copies of one another. They were all slender and lanky, of fair skin, and sported the same upward spiky black hair. The only defining difference was that their full shoulder and skirt guarded armors were different colors, one blue, one red, and one black. Each of them had matching gauntlets, boots, and a white full body underlay along with a blaster cannon and matching color scouter.
"Hear us Earthlings! Your city is now the property of The Elite Saiyan Trio! Any who dare stand in our way will be vaporized! Now kneel, or face the consequences!” The Saiyan trio demanded in unison while charging their blaster cannons with evil intent".
WC- 559
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2018 21:00:17 GMT -5
West City is a mess.
As the center trading hub and space port for the myriads of sentient beings that traversed the skies, the previous assault by the Frieza Force has seen the city's commerce crippled and trade plummeting. There were those who were hardy enough to endure the trials, merchants and traders alike who sought to keep the city alive despite the recent devastation it has suffered. For this reason, trade continues, which makes it a viable place for goods, services and if you know the right palms to grease, information.
Null is in West City for one purpose - to find a way to earn zeni. He is a mercenary for hire, after all, and though he is loyal to the Dominion it doesn't stop Null from taking the occasional odd job. Someone is always needing rescue, or at the very least, an armed guard as they transport their wares to and from the hub.
Only this business is interrupted at the arrival of the three Saiyans. Unlike everyone else who runs in terror for their lives, Null continues chomping on the green apple he plucked from a now unattended fruit stall. Slowly, he rises up into the air, floating in front of the three warriors. He does not get the same sense of camaraderie he often does when in the presence of others of his race. In truth, the triplets seem a bit... off to him. None of them are recognizable, and if they truly knew anything, they would know that claiming to take a city, fortress, ship or anything else in any other name than the queen's was a fool's errand.
But their power levels are something to be admired, and Null is more than a little irritated that whatever business he could have possibly drummed up is out of the question now.
"I'm a Saiyan, too," he replies casually, looking every bit the warrior in his weighted clothing, battle gloves and combat boots. His short black hair a tell-tale sign of his roots. "Am I required to kneel to? I only bend the knee to Radia, and even that isn't necessarily by choice..."
word count: 361 | total: 361 | Cub
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Post by Cub on Aug 22, 2018 23:35:38 GMT -5
Before Cub could manage to put himself between the saiyan triplets and the denizens of West City, an unfamiliar warrior had beat him to the position. “Another Saiyan!?” Cub exclaimed between his ears with a tone of confusion, fighting the urge to literally scratch his head, wondering where this sudden explosion of Saiyans was coming from. If it weren't for Cub being at least close enough to hear the new Saiyan announce himself as such, his armor and tail would have certainly made it obvious. “Bend the knee, to Radia…”
The name was one he had heard back on Kabocha, a name Cam had brought up on the ship. The politics and factions were still a new subject for the swordsman, but if memory served him properly, Radia was in fact the new queen of the Saiyans. Although he had not personally seen the woman during the war, the Saiyan Lt. Leeka had spoken of her highly just moments before her eventual defeat. Upon studying the situation further it became apparent that the trio did not extend any semblance of camaraderie for their fellow saiyan or apparent queen as their blasters remained poised.
“Oh? Look brothers, it seems we have flushed out one of our own.” The middle brother in black armor stated as a malevolent grin washed across his face. With a nod to each of his kin the red and blue armored triplets lowered their blasters and floated a few feet back, sneering as they shook their head in amusement at Null’s proclamation.
“I’ve always wanted to kill a saiyan! I’ll save you and whomever you serve from bending a knee by wiping you out myself! Ahahahahahahaha!” The black clad triplet added as a white veil of ki enveloped him, causing a grand upsurge of wind and debris as his power level increased several times over, spiking at around fifty-thousand. The red ball of energy from his blaster grew in size as well as it charged and swelled to the stature of a small house.
“Die Saiyan!” The black clad triplet exclaimed as he fired the dense ball of red energy from his arm cannon with reckless abandon towards Null in close proximity.
“I should make it!” Cub exclaimed in thought as he rounded his powered flight just below the trio, shooting upward from the ground just in time to thrust his sword in an upward slash, cleanly cutting the crimson ball of energy in half. The resulting explosion due to the momentum of his strike was forced upward into the sky, away from Null and the other innocent civilians in the surrounding area. As the smoke cleared Cub would be found floating just in front of Null with his blade still poised upward, holding the ending form of his previous slash as his translucent white ki shrouded him at full power.
“No one is dying today. That goes for you three as well if you leave now.” Cub proclaimed as he stared the black clad triplet in the eyes specifically, sensing he was the most powerful of the group by far.
“Are you with them? You seem to be about as strong as those other two.“ He inquired to Null as he shot him a glance over his shoulder. The answer seemed obvious considering the fatal attack that was just launched towards him, but if war had taught him anything, it was never to make assumptions.
WC: 569
Total WC: 1,128
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 18:22:30 GMT -5
It all happened so quickly. Null threw up his arms to guard against the blast, ducking down to protect his head from the coming assault. Seconds later, the energy exploded with a deafening boom, and while the concussive wave from the explosion tossed his ponytail and tore at his clothing, Null escaped unharmed.
What the-!?
Hovering before him was an unfamiliar man. He was heavily muscled, his body showing scars that boasted of surviving dozens of deadly conflicts. The most notable thing was the large broadsword he held in his hand, and it wasn't difficult to deduce that this stranger had sliced the blast in two and spared Null the brunt of the damage.
This one's strong. Really strong.
"No, I'm not with them. In fact, that's rather insulting." Null floated upwards until he and the stranger were eye level. "And I didn't need your help. That attack was weak sauce. I could have blocked it, easy." His pride was a bit wounded, and he was irritated at having someone intervene in what was rightly his fight. Still... the black clad fighter seemed far more powerful than his brothers. Perhaps help wasn't such a terrible idea.
"Since you're here, might as well help take out the trash. And before you ask... I don't think these three are true Saiyans. Maybe some backwater half-breed." He spat in offense. "Can't say I much care either way. But they scared away potential clients, I'm starving and I'm pissed. Someone's taking a beating either way."
word count: 257 | total: 618 | Cub
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Post by Cub on Aug 24, 2018 3:38:11 GMT -5
His dark brown orbs traced the saiyan as he floated up towards him, smirking mildly at Null’s declaration of being able to block the giant blast with ease. He had proclaimed such ability with so bold a face that if Cub had not seen him ducking down helplessly with his own two eyes he might have believed him. Although he did not have any personal relationship with any saiyans, one thing that exuded from them was their pridefulness, which often times proved to be misplaced. Even during the war he remembered the saiyans stubbornly fighting up hill battles where defeat was certain, and retreat was the only real viable option. Even the saiyan Lt. Leeka had fought Atreus and Polaris at the same time, two of the most powerful beings probably in the universe, to protect her pride even over her own life.
“Forgive me if I ruined your fun.” Cub replied simply, doing his best to keep from treading too close to the mans apparently fragile pride. In all truth the swordsman’s concern wasn’t for the boasting new saiyan, but rather for the innocent civilians that scrambled below him. Saving the unfamiliar saiyan warrior was a means to that end, preventing the collateral damage was truly his goal. This wasn’t to say that aiding his new prideful acquaintance would have been a stretch otherwise, even though he truly need the assistance, his intervention would have certainly been less likely if it were a simple non collateral matter against opposing warriors.
“Not Saiyans?” Cub uttered as he returned his gaze to the triplets, confused as to how such a thing could be the case as just about everything about them was convincing, at least to him.
“H-how dare you violate my glorious blast!” The black clad triplet exclaimed as he balled both of his fists, gritting his teeth and straining the veins in his neck simultaneously.
“Looks like I’ll just have to kill you first barbarian!” He added as his prior tone of confidence had faded, dropping into a serious fighting stance with a look of paramount uncertainty strewn about his face. The numbers that charted on the H.U.D of his scouter indicating Cub as a more than formidable opponent.
“Well you’d be more of an expert on identifying your own race than I would. The name is Cub by the way, and I trust a true saiyan like yourself can handle those other two fakes, right?” It was a partially rhetorical question as the black clad triplet charged him head on, designating Cub as his opponent. The only real question was if his acquaintance could hold his own in a handicap of two verses one.
“Enough of your babbling savage, fight me!” The black armored triplet exclaimed as he arrived in front of Cub whisked in a powered ki flight. His fist would then collide with the swordsman's blocking forearm, creating a high force impact compression of air before the two would disappear in the blink of an eye. Like booming thunder, at speeds untraceable to the untrained eyes, more of the same collisions continued sporadically throughout the air as Cub and the black clad triplet began trading a volley of melee strikes. In that same instance the two remaining triplets set their sights on Null, waiting for the true saiyan warrior to make his move.
WC: 557
Total WC: 1,685
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 8:52:13 GMT -5
His eyes darted to and fro as Null followed the battle ensuing between his newfound ally, Cub, and the black-clad "Saiyan". It was impressive combat, but in those brief milliseconds when they slammed into each other Null could tell the black clad warrior's guard was sloppy. Rushed even, as if merely reacting to each of Cub's movements instead of actually predicting his strikes. Every true Saiyan was born and bred a fighter; it should have been child's play to do so. Null floated there in the air, arms folded, watching the fight where he could and sensing the fighters when they moved too fast for the naked human eye to follow. His long black ponytail contrasted sharply with the yellow Capsule Corp t-shirt he wore, the puckered scar that covered the length of the left side of his face giving the other two fighters pause. It unnerved them that Null would turn his back toward them without seemingly a car for the fact that there were two of them.
"Grrrr..." The red clad warrior growled, lifting a gloved fist and clenching it tightly. "Hey, you! So called 'Saiyan'! We're your opponents now!"
When Null didn't respond, he raised his blaster and fired. Without turning around, Null deflected the blast with a swipe of his hand, sending it hurtling off in the distance. Finally he turned around, and once he did, he seemed mostly bored.
"I'd much rather fight that other guy. You two seem like a waste of my time, really..."
The red warrior gritted his teeth, veins throbbing in his forehead and neck, entire body tensed with anger. "You'll pay for that insult! Let's get him!"
Both warriors charged at Null, firing their blasters in rapid succession. Null hunkered down in a guard position as the blasts struck him, culminating in a big explosion!
word count: 321 | total: 939 | Cub
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Post by Cub on Aug 24, 2018 16:51:58 GMT -5
The white impact spheres had finally subsided as Cub and his black clad opponent met in a final blow of matching elbow strikes before forcing one another back several feet from the recoil. Their battle had been taken upward into the skies above West City, leaving Null and the other two triplets below. The tactic was unintentional as Cub and his foe had merely chased after one another in aggression, but the high vantage point was ideal to minimize collateral damage all the same, loosening any restraints the swordsman would have otherwise towards engaging his enemy at full force. No words had been exchanged as the two remained focused on one another as the real fight had yet to begin. Their initial exchange serving only as a measuring stick to size up one another.
“You’ve gone awfully silent. Not getting tired already, are you?” Cub stated with a smirk as he gripped his sword with both hands, his aura dissipating as his natural power level had bloomed.
“Hmph! Don’t patronize me savage! You have yet to witness me!” The black clad triplet exclaimed in retort as he charged two blue orbs in each of his palms.
“Die!” He added as he shot a barrage of successive blue ki blasts toward his foe with reckless abandon.
Blinking in an out of view Cub dodged and side stepped each blast with an impromptu grace that held no real pattern of consistency. Sometimes his movements mimicked a Goju-Ryu style while the next he exhibited Kyokushin and Shito-Ryu tendencies. The incongruent dance proved to splay him from prediction and allow him to emerge unharmed. After dodging the final blast Cub would appear directly above the “saiyan” and unleash of flurry of sword strikes. The dark clad triplet proved to be no slouch as well, dancing past each of his swings with a concentrated focus. With a timely feint, Cub managed to bait the man into a miss step, trapping him beneath the downward tomahawk swing of his broadsword. Chunks of the ‘saiyans’ armored gauntlets spewed into the air as Cub’s blade was clasped between his hands, stopping the force of the strike and locking the pair into a struggling contest of strength.
WC: 368
Total WC: 2,053
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 18:56:39 GMT -5
"Heh, got him."
The blue-clad fighter grinned, glancing over at his comrade. The red warrior nodded in agreement and the pair of them chuckled with delight.
"Clearly, that guy was all talk."
"Yeah. Let's go help big bro—"
The blue warrior's sentence was cut short as something zipped out of the cloud of debris created from their tandem energy blast, slamming hard into him. A streak of black and yellow solidified before them. It was Null, one hand placed against his opposite fist where he'd rammed the point of his elbow into the guys abdomen. Just as the blue warrior began to double over from the surprise assault, Null launched himself at the red warrior. The red warrior, much more prepared than before, caught Null's fist in his hand—the force of the blow sending a concussive shockwave that finally dispersed the cloud of debris for good.
"Egh! You... how dare you sneak attack us like this?!" Red cried, knocking Null back and away from him. Null flew at him again and the two began to rapidly punch and kick, limbs flailing at a speed almost impossible to follow.
Their fight pushed them back and forth, and as Blue recovered, he flew to help his comrade as the pair of them began swinging wildly in their efforts to strike Null. He weaved and dodge most of the blows, save for a few glancing ones. A double kick planted at his chest sent Null zipping backwards from the force, knocking the wind from his lungs. He quickly expelled a concussive blast of ki, stopping himself in mid-air and breaking from the momentum of their attack.
"Tch." Null gritted his teeth, fists clenched as he glared at the two across from him.
Guess this won't be over as quickly as I would have thought.
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Post by Cub on Aug 28, 2018 20:57:47 GMT -5
The ebb and flow between the two continued as their strength teetered between the common medium of Cub’s blade. For what it was worth it seemed they were evenly matched in terms of physical strength, which for Cub was a surprise, given the triplets skinny stature. “Perhaps elastic strength?” He wondered in thought just moments before their mutual struggle had come to an end. The black clad saiyan had managed to displace himself from the area of the sword after pushing upward on its blade edge and side stepping the broadsword by the skin of his teeth. The residual momentum caused Cub to fall forward, leaving him flat footed and off balance. His opponent not wasting the opportunity drove a knee into the swordsman’s gut, causing the wind to be expelled form his lungs and globs of spit to up chuck from his mouth.
“Take this!” The black clad saiyan exclaimed as he shot a double axel tomahawk into Cub’s back with great force, sending him flying down towards the city streets. The shot combined with the previous knee proved too much to bear as Cub could not gather himself in time to thwart his impending crash. The surrounding area would tremor as Cub crashed into a small building, releasing debris and smoke into the air indiscriminately. As the dust settled, slabs of broken concrete began to stir before Cub would shoot forth from the rubble in time to witness Null and his growing struggle. His true saiyan acquaintance seemed to be rather capable, but was nowhere near the strength required to handle both of those foes with ease.
“I’ll have to give him a hand.” Cub concluded in thought as his eyes shifted back toward his black clad opponent who appeared to be charging a pair of blue orbs in hands again. Without warning the dark garbed saiyan had let loose a barrage of ki blasts, looking to keep the pressure on and not allow Cub any time to regroup. Dashing in a powered ki flight the swordsman began to evade the blast volley while simultaneously luring the stream towards Null’s opponents. In a quick boost of speed Cub left behind the exploding trail of blasts and appeared behind the red clad saiyan in a blink, subduing him with a belly to back double under hook grapple. As the chain of blasts closed in Cub doubled back with the struggling red garbed saiyan and parked him directly in front of the homing maelstrom.
“What!? No!” The dark clad saiyan exclaimed as he caught wind of Cub’s of tactic too little too late, proving unable to stop his rain of ki in time. The result left the red clad saiyan smoldering in a small crater, twitching in pain, but not completely out of commission.
“I’d say you’ve got about thirty seconds before this one can move again!” Cub shouted back over towards Null before reascending into the sky, charging the black clad saiyan with his broadsword poised for certain revenge.
WC: 500
Total WC: 2,553
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 16:20:58 GMT -5
Again with the assist? Who does this bastard think he is?!
Null found the man more irritating than helpful. It didn't matter that the two fighters together werre too much for him to handle, and they were starting to push him back.
His pride as a Saiyan—a true Saiyan, not these pale imitations—would not allow Null to retreat or ask for assistance. And yet this stranger continued to interject himself into Null's fights. Still, he had a great battle sense, shooting in in the nick of time to apprehend Red and use him as a shield to withstand a barrage of energy assaults from Black.
It was impressive strategy, to say the least.
"Worry about yourself," Null fired back as his reluctant ally went to charge the black-clad warrior yet again.
Blue attempted to fire at Null once more, only Null sidestepped it, plowing a hard left hook into the fighter's face. A front thrust kick to his midsection sent him flying away, allowing Null a momentary reprieve. Even if he were annoyed at the man's interference he was not foolish enough to ignore an obvious advantage.
Smirking, Null walked over to the crater, where Red was just starting to drag himself out of the hole. His battle armor was singed in some places, destroyed in others. He clearly took the brunt of his brother's assault.
"Tch! Y-You... I'll destroy you—!"
Crunch!
"Raauugghh!"
His empty threat turned to peals of agony as Null stomped down onto his hand where it gripped the edge of the crater. He reflexively jerked his hand back, fingers broken from where the heel of Null's boot stomped on them. Falling back into the hole, Red laid on his back, gritting his teeth as he cradled his now broken hand to his chest.
"That's for impersonating a Saiyan. And this..."
Null raised a hand and aimed it at the imposter. Crackling energy danced along his fingers as an energy ball formed before his hand.
"...is for pissing me off!"
Null fired the blast of energy at point blank range. It slammed into the warrior and exploded, dust and debris being kicked up and tossed about, caught in the range of the massive blast. As the dust cloud began to settle, Null turned to face Blue, who had recovered from his earlier assault. He looked nervous, brow twitching and beads of nervous sweat pouring down his face as he witnessed had just happened to his comrade.
"B-Brother!"
"You're next," Null informed him, lifting off from the ground and charging directly for him!
word count: 428 | total: 1,675 | Cub
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