Post by Lute on Aug 22, 2018 10:19:57 GMT -5
Three Days Ago...
Vegeta stood wreathed in ethereal blue radiance. It was like staring into heart of a neutron star. She couldn't feel his ki, not with her own senses. Rather was buffeted by the aftermath, the displacement and pressure of its existence. Pride kept her from looking away or falling to her knees. The ancient Saiyan motioned for her to come at him.
She clenched both of her fists and roared. Golden power surged around her. The hair upon her head raised up in jagged rows. Her dark eyes surged with piercing green light. Lighting unfurled and crackled through her blazing aura. This was a form beyond Super Saiyan. Others had become Super Saiyans, but an even smaller number have reached this next level. In a flicker of motion she was upon him. She unleashed a fury of strikes--right, left, right, left, front kick, ki blast. None of them connected. After the blast, Vegeta grabbed her wrist. Instant pain, white and hot shot up her arm. She clenched her jaw and tried to rip away.
It was like trying to move a planet with one hand. Nothing. The cords of muscles in his arm didn't even budge. She pulled harder and harder, but still it was a futile effort.
This power is leagues above mine. Hell, an entire universe away from mine.
"You have a lot to learn," Vegeta said.
I still have more.
He let her go and she leaped back, hunching over as she begun to draw out the depths of her Super Saiyan potential. Erratic bolts scattered away from her in all directions. Her aura swelled to twice its size and her flesh became coated with a dense layer of crystallized ki. It began to shape and morph her body.
"Oh, that useless form," Vegeta scoffed. "Even Kakarot gave up on it."
She growled in frustration and dismissed it. The golden light around her dissipated and her hair flopped back down, dark once again.
"What do you want from me?" Radia asked. "I'm doing what I can to bring the Saiyans to prominence. To lead them into glorious battle. Even the Frieza Force has fallen apart as a result of us."
Vegeta folded his arms, unimpressed. "You can win a thousand battles and conquer a million worlds, and it will mean nothing. If you don't see that, you're more a fool than I thought."
"Then tell me what to do."
"You've lost sight of what's important, what's right in front of you."
She hated riddles and obscurity. "And you're a dead man. A fucking nightmare. You brought my people here, you gave us a throne and told us to reach for it. We claim it and you haunt us. We are hated and shunned for the crimes your people committed under Frieza. You wanted us to use our strength as a shield. Yet, what good is a shield against daggers in the back at every turn? The only thing we can do is crush those that would threaten us and try to bring some semblance of peace to this forsaken universe."
"As soon as you realize what makes a Saiyan strong, will you understand how to lead the Saiyan people."
ROYAL PALACE, New Sadla.
Matted with sweat, Radia sat up in her bed. Her chest heaved up and down, as though she had been in a fight. The dream. It felt so real.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains and splashed across the room. According the the chronometer next to her bed, it was still early morning. She hadn't overslept. Still, after that horrible dream it felt as though she had been out of it for days. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she slipped out of the silky red sheets.
Her sleek yet muscular body was naked from head to toe. She padded across the cool marble floor. Scars of all shapes and sizes marred the perfection that was her physique. They adorned her well honed back, pocked her plump breasts, and splashed across her tight stomach. Even deeper and more visceral ones defiled the rigid muscles of her thighs. She paused at the wall mirror, staring for a long moment at her reflection. No longer was she a young and ambitious mercenary. The deep circles under her eyes told the tale of a burdened monarch. All the strife, all the struggle she had gone through to gain power. What had it been for? She strove for Saiyan relevance. Yet, she was addled with doubt if she was taking her people down the right path.
The old adage hung true in her mind. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
Dressed her her battle armor, she fastened her fur shoulder cloak. A knock sounded at her door.
"Come in," she said.
As she pulled on her boots, Captain Quash entered and snapped rigid at attention. "My Queen. The team for the Cryptomancer has assembled. They await you outside the throne room."
She nodded. "Let us go then."
She strode past Quash and he followed her down the hall. Their boots thundered through the empty passages. Xeno servants stopped, bowing their heads in reverence.
"Queen Radia. May I ask, are you all right?"
"A lot is on my mind Captain."
"Is there anything I can do to ease your burden?"
She stopped and clapped his shoulder pauldron. "You've done enough as it is. I appreciate all your efforts. You've been hard at it and I've noticed it. With Supreme Commander Onyon handling things on Kabocha, I am grateful to have a loyal officer such as your self here to oversee the operations."
A grin spread across his face. "I live to serve."
The side doors into the throne room swung open and Radia made her way to the dias and plopping down onto her throne. She kept her usual casual slouch, a gloved palm coming to rest upon her chin as she propped the arm with her elbow.
"Bring my champions in."OOC: This is the introduction phase of the storyline. We'll eventually flash-forward.