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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 1:44:12 GMT -5
Another Earth city. Another pointless tournament.
The earthling crumpled like paper beneath Cress's fist. He nearly folded the fighter in half, the man flopping to the ground, limp as a noodle. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and from the dopey look on his face, he'd be seeing stars for the foreseeable future.
The battle royale had been going for ten minutes now. There were too many fighters this time, and in order to thin the ranks, the judges decided to pit the contestants in a winner-take-all sort of match-up. The last two fighters standing would duke it out, the victor being awarded a hefty sum of money and given bragging rights.
None of that mattered to Cress. In truth, he was irritated.
It seemed he was making no progress in his bid to gain insurmountable strength so that he could do what none of Namek's elders had the gall to do -- wrest control of the planet from the seven pillar tribes and lead them into a glorious future.
He needed true power. Not these tournaments, filled with men who crumbled beneath his fist like sand.
Now that the fool was eliminated, Cress could see that there were but two others remaining across the arena floor. Arms folded, Cress turned his attention to the sky overhead, observing the ghostly apparition that was Earth's moon at the height of noon day. He did not care who won between the two fighters.
The end result would always remain the same.
tag: Queen Kuueru // word count: 255
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 29, 2018 10:08:01 GMT -5
@cress
In preparation for an upcoming tournament, Kuueru had been doing quite the research. Though she wasn't completely unused to fighting to claim the spot at the top, it was more in an unorganized sense.
Today, she was researching at a local Earth tournament, all the while she stopped to grab a few hot dogs as well. They were the main reason she came to Earth, still—to watch some of the planet's most competent warriors duke it out also enticed her. With a face full of chili and a grin on her lips she stood next to the other participants who watched the fights going on. Currently there was a man who looked like her friend Lute, a Namekian. He crumpled his opponent with ease, not that it was hard to do against Earthlings. While they were resilient as a race, their capabilities were stunted.
That's when she heard her name called. That's right! She entered this thing. There was one fighter left by her side that she or this green fellow hadn't beaten. He was a gruff looking middle-aged man with plenty of scars. He waddled to the area, his musk clearly ruining Kuueru's appetite as she tried to scarf down the remainder of her frankfurter before things got too messy.
"Aight, let's see what ya got husky boy," Kuueru teased the man who, while was very muscular, had quite the rotund midsection. One piece of bun and meat stayed between her fingers as she moved in at the sound of the announcer giving the go ahead. She weaved between his meaty hands, almost dancing in tandem with her opponent. She was fast, fluid and still munching on her lunch simultaneously.
The frustration on her opponent's face was obvious. Still, she slipped behind him and delivered a powerful strike to the back of his knee. The giant crumpled.
She then jumped to his shoulders, her thighs wrapping around his neck as she restricted. Like some sort of reptilian snake, she eventually restricted the oxygen of the man so much that his face turned blue and his eyes rolled back in his head. She didn't kill him of course but made sure he would be out long enough for the announcer to call the count.
"And that's a knock out folks! Out winner is Kuueru, the mysterious pink haired hot dog wielding fighter!"
The crowd erupted with cheers. Everyone always enjoyed a could match where someone outmatched the other. Still, that's not to say that a good long struggle didn't keep the observers on the edge of their seats either. Kuueru would be sure to give the next fight a good show. After all, this Namekian looked to be quite the fighter.
With that, her hot dog was gone, the man she fought was dragged off, and now it was down to the final match in this mishmash of a tournament.
WC: 481
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 12:47:01 GMT -5
"And that's a knock out folks! Out winner is Kuueru, the mysterious pink haired hot dog wielding fighter!"
The crowd erupted in elation. Fists pumped the air, fans roaring their approval, showering adulation upon the pink haired fighter... and her hot dog. The air was pregnant with tension. It was down to the final two fighters, neither of whom had shown the crowd much overall. They were rabid for a good, knock-down dragged out fight.
All of this washed over Cress, though he did not shift his position, nor lower his gaze from the moon. It reminded him of Namek's many moons. In truth, he was homesick. He'd grown weary of fighting in these tournaments. It made him feel as if his mission were futile, and that Elder Gorma, Oboe and Fluta were right in their assumptions about him.
That he was a warrior holding a grudge against some invisible foe he could never hope to assail.
But the prize money was good. His excursions throughout the Northern quadrant were not cheap, either. Nor had he mastered the Sage Arts that would allow him to perform temporal displacement -- in short, teleportation. Until then, he secured passage by cargo or transport ships. It was an embarrassing way to travel for someone trained in the mystic arts of his people's legacy.
Time to get this over with.
His heavy foot falls were laden with the burden of his task as he neared his opponent. She was a small thing, for sure, happily munching away at her food, paying little mind to the competition altogether. Only the strongest fighters allowed their focus to sway in such a manner, and in that brief inkling of a moment, he felt it.
The tiniest flash of power. True power. Startling power.
Cress stopped short, just a few yards away from her. He did not move another inch. His jaw tensed, fists clenching at his sides. So much for funding his trip off of Earth. He'd have to find a different way to collect the money.
He did something no one was expecting. Cress raised a hand in submission, turning his gaze away in a bid to hide his shame expression.
"....I forfeit."
Stunned silence swelled the air around them. People glanced about, unsure of how to take this news. A small group began booing and jeering to voice their displeasure, but one stern glance from Cress shut them up soon enough. He stalked forward, stopping just inches shy of the much smaller woman. His antennae twitched, trying to sense the power he felt earlier.
She hid it well. But he was no fool.
"We need to talk."
His aura flared up around him as Cress took off in powered flight, leaving the grounds of the tournament far behind. He didn't even bother to wait for the fighter's acknowledgment. This felt like destiny, and destiny would dictate that she follow him.
tag: Queen Kuueru // word count: 744
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 29, 2018 17:34:50 GMT -5
@cress
Another solid and straightforward victory. Another easy one at that.
Kuueru was more excited about her final match up than anything. This Namekian man was able to smite his opponents with just as much ease as her. Something about him reminded her of herself, maybe she was thinking foolishly in the comparison? She too wondered if he was suppressing his power and doing this tournament for similar reasons as she. Perhaps it was the money, perhaps it was the boost to one's ego they got from the cheers of loyal fans?
Kuueru did it for a lot of reasons. To supplement her pension from the Empire. To feed her attention needs, which were plentiful due to her not having too many companions. People were complex and required many a thing to be content in life. The demon was no different in these needs; if anything, they were more sinful and greedy with the lavish things that came with living.
While the demoness was fully prepared to take on the next fight, there was a bit of hesitation as the man walked into the ring. Kuueru couldn't be sure if his heavy steps were a burden that he carried from before this tournament, or if he was just nervous to fight her after such a seamless performance. Either way, a look of concern crossed her brows as she studied the taller man. He towered over her, but once he finally got within distance, instead of fighting or throwing a blow. He just said two words.
'I forfeit.'
Kuueru stood there stunned. She barely had a chance to wipe the crumbs from her face or get a word out edgewise. It didn't matter, for the man moved even closer while the crowd seemed to throw a tantrum. She could barely collect his voice over the angry viewers surrounding them with booming voices, but her eyes settled on his lips instead. She could make out the words easily while following his lips.
"Talk? Do I know you?" Kuueru uttered in a barely audibly tone. It was much too late to question the Namekian however. He had already begun his ascent into the air, leaving the grounds far behind him, and her. A sigh pressed from the demoness's lips as she contemplated what exactly he wanted. Alas, she looked towards the announcer and gave him a shrug.
"You know where to send my winnings. Don't forget now," She issued the order before she took rocketed off after the Namekian. She was fast. It didn't take long for her to lock onto his aura and close in on him. She wasn't sure where he was flying to, or what exactly he would even need to talk to the woman about. Surely, she didn't recognize his face from anywhere, so did he perhaps know her from her status in the Galactic Empire?
"Hey! I hope you don't plan on making me fly around with you all day!" Kuueru belted out with an annoyed face. To be honest, she could just as easily be walking into some sort of trap right now, though she hoped that wasn't the case.
Kuueru immediately flew towards the rural highlands as soon as they broke out of the city's sight. Here they wouldn't be disturbed by anyone, aside from a spare rodent prancing through the fields. The demoness landed with a flight spring in her step before turning to see if the Namekian chose to follow her or merely brought her out here to kill her in cold blood. Either way, she certainly was on edge and prepared for a fight.
WC: 600 | 1081
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 20:39:39 GMT -5
He was well aware his request was an odd one.
Perhaps it was the melancholy of the moment, of seeing Earth's moon in all of its exquisite beauty. Perhaps the nostalgic feeling he got when gazing upon the vast lunar orb. Despite whatever reason brought him to his conclusion, he no longer desired to fight this day.
The grass felt springy beneath his feet as he touched down upon the knoll. It was tall, long blades tickling his ankles and teasing his calves. The air was cleaner here. It smelled of damp earth from recent rains, the warmth of a gentle breeze hardly stirring the sea of grass that surrounded them. A field mouse sat back on its haunches as it observed him with wide, round eyes.
Puffing a squeak of approval, it scurried away within the safe confines of the towering weeds.
Standing with his arms folded, the hem of his white cape fluttering in the wind, Cress's back faced the woman as he gazed out at the surrounding countryside.
"To think such a place still exists on this planet..." He spoke to no one in particular. His gaze traveled to the moon once more. "It reminds me a lot of home. Especially the moon... so clear and full, unobscured in its beauty."
He chided himself, turning to face the woman. His pushed his power level to its maximum, under no pretenses to hide his strength. For a warrior, the element of surprise was everything. You didn't show your hand unless you were sure you could win. The fact that he was displaying his power level freely meant there were no games or parlor tricks. He wanted her to be at ease.
"My forfeit isn't meant to be a slight to you, Kuueru." He remembered her name, at least, wanting to address her properly as a show of respect. "Truth be told, for just a split second... I felt your power. Your true power... not this miniscule energy you're putting off."
His antennae twitched once more, sensitive to the aura emanating from her. If he had to guess, he'd say Kuueru's energy level settled around 50,000. Just a fraction of what she'd slipped up and shown him earlier.
"You're strong. Really strong. Perhaps one of the strongest I've encountered in a long, long time. There's something I want... something important. People to protect. And I can't do that as I am now." He met her gaze squarely. There was no reason to prolong his request. "Can you teach me to be strong? Stronger than I am now... stronger than I could dream of becoming. I felt your power... if you can obtain it, then so can I. I... erm, need your help..."
He was not so prideful to turn his nose up at an opportunity. While it might have felt beneath him, she was a warrior. Every warrior had a secret or key element to the source of their strength. Her's had felt tremendous. He needed to know what it was.
tag: Queen Kuueru // word count: 1,252
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 29, 2018 21:14:34 GMT -5
@cress
It truly was a beautiful setting. Kuueru especially could admire the serenity that encompassed the pair. Her tired eyes looked towards the Namekian's back as he gazed out at the rolling fields of viridian, and then towards the opal orb that hung in the sky. It was already late in the day, this date on the calendar had come and was beginning to drift into the past; permanently cemented and set in stone. It was good to value the small moments such as these. It reminded the woman of her own morality.
Her head tilted at the sound of a deeper voice than her own. She plopped down upon the plush bed of grass beneath her and let her own gaze trace along the perfect circle in the sky. She nodded, despite him not turning to face her just yet.
"Yeah, this world is something. Hell, this entire galaxy is somethin'," Kuueru muttered under her breath. She had been here nearly a year, still—everyday she discovered a new wonder that managed to mesmerize her. She cleared her throat as the Namekian turned towards her. With it, she felt the pressure of his aura bear down upon her. Despite him holding back in his previous bouts in the tournament, now he seemed to have something to prove.
The gaze on her face said it all. What are you trying to prove? Still, there was a small grin forming on the cusp of her plump lips. She hugged her knees to her chest and allowed the Namekian to say his piece, which it seemed, he had a lot to say.
"Hn? I suppose I'm not the best at hiding it. Still, what you felt, don't be fooled by. Surely you don't think you saw my full power in a spar against a mortal?" The words fell from her lips. She was careless, but it didn't matter. Whether her identity as a demon was revealed or not, this man probably wouldn't bat an eye. Compared to her comrades in the Empire, he seemed to be the type not to judge her based on the circumstances of her upbringing. At least, that's what she had absorbed from knowing the man for a brief hour or so.
The words that he next spoke almost made her cheeks flustered. The heat in her body rose tremendously, for it wasn't often she was blessed with compliments. Her body lifted from the ground and soon, she was standing upon her own two feet once more. Her stare, after the rosy cheeks disperse, was now stern. Knitted eyebrows and pursed lips made sure to get her intentions across to the Namekian.
"Cress was it? I think I was around for the announcer to say it," She paused, a finger scratching the sun-kissed skin of her cheek as she tried to answer his request.
"You want to protect people, and I'm sure you have a people in mind. That's a valuable virtue to live by." Kuueru took a few steps forward, her head arching back to meet his face. He was strong, she could tell by his demeanor and prowess in battle. Still, was there anything that the woman could teach to a person of his strength? Life lessons? Techniques? Sure, there were things; Was she a teacher though? Her eyes averted to the moon once more.
"That's the right attitude. I can recall when I was but your strength. It's been a long time coming, but with time, persistence and the right motives, I finally feel I'm at a point where I'm respected. Yes Cress, I can help you---but tell me, who are these people you wish to protect? Do you, have something in mind for me helping you to improve? You seem to have something plaguing your mind."
WC: 632 | 1713
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2018 11:00:14 GMT -5
He did have a lot on his mind.
He missed Namek, his home. And he did not like the enmity that had formed between himself and Elder Gorma. They were once close, much like father and son, if not in a literal sense.
Cress was being groomed to take his place as Elder of their tribe. Had he allowed bitterness to foment insurrection in his heart? Was this truly the best path for him? Or was he only making matters worse? What if he did get stronger, yet made powerful enemies in the same way -- enemies who would otherwise not bother with Namek or its kin?
It was the example of Frieza all over again.
If the Saiyans had never learned of the Dragonballs on Earth, the tyrant would never have learned the information and gone to Namek for his chance at immortality. Cause and effect... they were the rulers of the galaxy.
Perhaps, through this stranger, the gods had already spoken.
"I do have something on my mind. I have the welfare of Namek, and its people. I'm glad to know there are powerful beings willing to help a complete stranger. You owe me nothing, nor are you indebted to Namek. It's my fight... it's my duty. I'm... sorry to involve you in this. Maybe someday, if you're ever on Namek, we'll meet again.
And I'll take you up on that offer"
He floated up from the ground, raising a hand in good-bye.
"See you around... Kuueru."
Taking off in powered flight, Cress disappeared over the horizon.
Home was calling.
tag: Queen Kuueru // word count: 1,519
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 30, 2018 11:25:04 GMT -5
@cress
The woman seemed a bit perplexed by the Namekians words. He seemed like he knew what he wanted, but he wasn't sure if it was quite worth the risk. There was a certain hesitation plaguing his mind, surely that was the issue. Getting stronger certainly came with a plethora of benefits, but with it---came the constant threat to one's life if they stuck their neck out too much. It was one of the main reasons why Kuueru didn't bother to reveal to the masses that she was indeed a demon. The more people knew of her lineage, the more they would aim to stomp her out like some sort of pest or bug.
"I see. I suppose we all carry a love for our home world close to heart. But---" Kuueru paused as the man began to change his tone. Now he seemed to resend his question. He didn't want her help any long. All she had done was encourage him, yet---now he was beginning to lift from the ground. A single wave was all the woman got besides the hesitant words of a goodbye.
"I…guess so Cress. See ya, and good luck, with whatever it is you want to accomplish," Kuueru murmured silently as the green man ripped off into the distance. Ultimately, he disappeared into the tiniest flash of light, leaving her sight, and her.
She wasn't sure where he was going, or if his plans had changed. However, it made Kuueru think of her own home. The Demon Realm. She had left it behind for nearly a year. She wondered what mis happenings were taking place in the sulfur and brimstone land of chaos. Still, the place she had spent nearly eight centuries in was one of the last things she had been focusing on. Perhaps her efforts should be refocused as well.
Oh well, a thought for another day.
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