Curious Sohko Goes to Hell

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It Begins...


When the warriors, battered and bruised both from the crash and the impromptu sparring match, arrived in Orenji’s village they received quite a bit of attention. From every window and doorway the namekians gawked at them.

Jeez have these people ever seen an android, majin and a saiyan with an egg shaped blue and white robot walk into their village before?

He thought to himself. Then he looked over and saw Orenji walking beside them, the same half blank face, half scowl he always seemed to have.

It was him wasn’t it? He mentioned that he was protector of this village. He must’ve done a helluva job if they are all are that curious about us.

They walked up to a modesty large dome shaped house, the identical build as every other residence which comprised the village, although slightly bigger.

No doubt that would be Mentor’s house.

As they entered they found themselves face to face with an invariable feast. A table with just enough seats to fit them all was covered with every food Sohko could hope to imagine. Drexx sat down quietly; food wasn’t really a necessity to his android body. Orenji and Mentor sat as well, eating very little as well, due in part to Namekians not needing food to survive either.

Well more for me then!

Saiyans and Majins however are known for their voracious appetite. Sohko and Kazama tore into the food as if they had never eaten and would never eat again. Dishes began to pile up and who had eaten how much had been lost to the stacks of bowls. When all the food was but bones, the two leaned back in their chairs, letting out a well deserved sigh of relief. While they had eaten the others had talked, everyone getting to know one another. When they had adjourned to the living room to gestate Sohko hung back with the Mentor.

“May I have a word with you?”

Smiling he nodded, pointing to a door off to the right. Reciprocating the nod, Sohko opened the door and entered what look like a private study. Orenji’s mentor entered close behind, shutting the door as he did. The room was lined with bookshelves, each one neatly filled with books. The only other features were two very comfortable looking chairs in the middle of the room with a small round table sitting between them.

“You wished to speak with me Sohko?”

Plopping down in the right seat, Sohko leaned back so to alleviate pressure on his bulging stomach. Mentor followed suit, sitting in the opposite chair.

“Alright, two very important things; one, we need a way off New Namek. Nothing personal just got places to go is all.”

Smiling the mentor waived off his worries.

“It is already taken care of, I have spoken with the town’s merchant and you all will have the ships you need to make your voyage.”

Sohko smirked. This man was very intelligent as well as kind and accommodating. He wished he knew more people like him to be honest.

“Fantastic! The other thing is… FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO YOU HAVE ANY BOOZE!?”

“You know, I was quite the adventurer myself in my day. Learned many useful things.”

The mentor only smiled before opening his hand, revealing only an empty palm. Sohko was confused at first until glass materialized instantly in his hand, followed by another. They even had cubes of ice in them. Putting them on the table he performed his godlike trick once more; however this time a bottle of Nameko appeared in his hand. Watching the liquor flow from the bottle into the glasses was like a chorus of angels singing to Sohko. He dropped from the chair to his knees and started bowing before the Mentor.

“You are a god! Teach me your godly ways!”

With a laugh the mentor put the bottle down on the small circular table before picking up and handing one of the glasses to Sohko. Before he could pick up his own glass, Sohko handed him back his, now empty, with a devious smile.

“I am no god, of that I assure you. I have met the closest thing to a god once and trust me they look nothing like me. It was he who taught me this “godly” ability as you call it.”

The mentor spoke as he poured Sohko another glass from the bottle labeled Nameko. The saiyan was still fascinated by what had happened. To make liquor appear out of thin air like that was not only unheard of but was scientifically impossible. It even had a wonderful burn to it, only furthering Sohko’s amazement.

“God you say? Maybe I’ll meet one someday. Then I can learn this amazing gift of yours!”

“Hopefully you never will meet them, because the road to their realm is paved with your own death. However if you wish to learn this “trick,” as you say, then I would happy to teach you.”

There was a rather loud thud made when Sohko’s jaw hit the floor.

“Give a man a drink; he’ll be happy for a day. Teach a man how to magically created booze; he’ll be happy for a kai damn lifetime! Yes please, teach me your ways oh wise one!”

“It is easier if you have telekinetic abilities because repositioning molecules and atoms in particularly difficult work, however seeing as it is a magical process in nature, if you can channel your ki correctly you won’t need telekinesis. Here, channel your ki into your hand.”

Holding out his hand, palm up, Sohko did as instructed, focusing his energy into his hand.

“Now imagine the air that resides over your hand is made of parts, try to see the parts, not with your eyes but with your energy. Picture what it is that you wish to create and channel your ki to reshape the air itself into whatever you desire. It will take some practice but you may eventually-“

Before he could finish his sentence a magazine, mostly comprised of pictures not meant for the eyes of children, appeared in Sohko’s hand. Obviously he had not thought it would actually work as he stashed the magazine in his coat with a blushing smile.

“Well then, you saiyan’s are quite the capable learners. With some practice and a good deal of effort it will become relatively easy to create complicated things. However you should aim small, creating something big could very well kill you.”

Nodding Sohko took a heart sip from his drink.

“I will keep that in mind; however I do have one more question.”

The Mentor looked to him and with the biggest smile Sohko could muster, he asked.

“Do you have any desert?”


Passive Technique Learned: Item Materialization

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It wasn’t long until the merchant arrived with the space pods in tow. Three of them seemed to be in rather good shape while the fourth seemed on its way out, so to speak. Orenji, the Mentor, Kazama, Drexx and Sohko all stood outside the mentor’s house as the Namekian merchant lowered himself to the ground, telekinetically lowering the pods softly as he did so.

“Dibs on the busted one!”

Sohko yelled as he ran over to it.

“Really? Blow all you money on another piece of crap? Knock yourself out, but I’m talking it over with the merchant.”

Kazama did as he said, carefully going over the finest of the four pods inside and out, as well as constituently haggling for a lower price. Sohko wasn’t surprised; Kazama was the type who made sure he got every last dime’s worth out of an investment. The way he pointed out every scratch and slight discoloration as reasons for lowering the price reminded the Saiyan of a people he had in his travels. Very greedy and very picky, they always kept their gold in bag which hung around their neck. Sohko had thought it was silly, but who was he to judge? It was better than being a cursed, reformed genocidal warrior.

“What the?”

He felt a buzzing against his chest. Reaching in his front right jacket pocket, he revealed the remote to his last space pod. The artificial intelligence he had since he was a baby, the one installed in his original space pod, was resting in his left back pocket, but was still connected to the remote, and as of now, was the only way for it to communicate. With a modicum of hesitation he turned the mute function off.

“If you mute me one more time, sir, I swear I will self-destruct! And how will you feel with only one ass cheek!?”

Swearing was a new thing for the computer, who seemed to be going through changes ever since Sohko had begun downloading music and videos onto his core hard drive.

“Relax Pewter! Jeesh, I was trying to be polite at dinner!”

There was a slight pause.

“You? Polite? Shenanigans, I call one hundred percent shenanigans on that.”

With a sigh Sohko stuffed the remote back in his pocket as he looked over the beat up space pod. Kazama mocked him for his choice, but he didn’t understand Sohko the way the computer did. Pewter, as Sohko often called it, was a ship based artificial intelligence who had transferred his core self into baby Sohko’s space pod at his parent’s behest when death was upon them and their ship. All his life, Pewter had been with him, watching over him in his parent’s stead.

“You want to fix it up don’t you?”

Sohko nodded, checking the hinges of the pod’s door before moving on to the lining of the port hole. Ideas were already flowing through him on how to make the pod better, how to give it new purpose.

“Just because something is old or in bad shape doesn’t meant you just throw it away. When I look at this pod I don’t see a rusty old piece of junk, I see the basis for something greater. Pull out the viewing hole glass, replace some wires, and, of course, install you, and all this pod will need is some paint.”

Running his hands along the outside of the pod he felt out all the bumps and cracks he’d need to fix. He had always been enamored with giving new life to old things. All it needed was some work, something Sohko was adept at. Between missions and training while he was in the WTO, he used to come to the docking bay and work on ships. Thankfully, for his computer, he had also spent a great deal of his spare time on a multitude of other mechanical projects, so installation would be a cinch for AI him as well.

“Everything deserves a second chance…”

In truth, he saw himself in the pod, just as he had seem himself in the spaceship. Whether it was his own regret or a side effect of the curse he could not tell but he wanted proof that things could change. Ever since meeting Kazama, the visions and nightmares due to the curse had become much less frequent, but they never went away. He was constantly haunted by who he was then and always torn over who he is now.

“Of course they do, sir.”

There wasn’t even a hint of computerized sarcasm in what he said, of which Sohko was grateful. Pewter was the closest thing to a parent that he had ever known besides his WTO drill instructor, and that guy was a real dick.

“Well, no time like the present huh?”

“Indeed.”

With that Sohko paid the man what he asked, not bothering to haggle because, given its condition, the price was already as low as it was going to get. As the others went about their business, Sohko began his modifications, materializing tools as he needed them using the technique the mentor had taught him. Sure, once in a while he’d imagine a Phillips screwdriver and get a flathead instead, but it was a work in progress.


Item Acquired: Bearpod

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Sohko leaned forward in the pod, switching off the music. The music only reminded him further that he was alone in his pod with only his booze to comfort him.

“All done with George? Maybe some Elvis then, or Sinatra? How about some ACDC?”

Petwer knew his wide range of taste in music very well, mostly because it was all downloaded on his core hard drive. However Sohko had been listening to music and drinking for days on end. At this point, even drinking didn’t appease him, which was a conundrum in itself.

“No Pewt, I’m good. How are the others?”

A few beeps were audible as the AI connected with the other space pods wirelessly, checking all their readouts and levels.

“Oxygen is at appropriate levels. Fuel is where it should be at this point in the flight. All three vital signs are regular. Everything seems fine, sir.”

Sohko nodded before letting out a sigh. Looking out the view hole he imagined he was seeing what all his comrades where seeing. The beauty that is the horror of space, it was a majestic sight, albeit a little unsettling to know the only thing which protects him from certain death is the walls of the pod.

“The Bearpod, as you have so aptly named it, is running at one hundred percent as well, with the exception of the hibernation inhibitor, of course.”

The machine allowed for extended sleep so as to preserve resources. With that exception the pod had come together nicely. He had ripped out the view hole reinforced glass and cut the shape of a bear’s head into the door, using the original hole as a starting point and working outwards. After which he installed new, stronger glass, to the specifications of the bear shaped hole, in the pod door. He had replaced or repaired all the bumps and breaks in the outer shell before smoothing it out and painting it black and brown, after his own wardrobe.

“How are your systems running?”

He had also rewired the entire pod, trying to make everything run more fluidly. Due to the hibernation inhibitor’s malfunction, he wanted to make sure nothing had gone wrong with the AI’s installation.

“Better than they have ever been, sir.”

Only a few hours left, Sohko noted as he checked the estimated time of arrival. A few hours and he wouldn’t be cramped in his pod anymore. A few more hours until his friends could begin the next leg of their journey. Finally, a few more hours until the poor guy could take a dump almost a week in the making.

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The door to his pod was barely open when Sohko dashed out to the nearest tree within view. Indeed, holding “it” in this long actually made the process quite quick. Without being too graphic, one could compare it to the intensity and, due to his liquid diet, the viscosity of water from a fire hose. Without a word he ran back to his pod as the others emerged; now feeling quite a bit lighter.

Looking to Kazama he noticed the red majin staring at the lush landscape of the world. It brought the beauty to Sohko’s eyes as well, for few places, if any, on Vegeta looked anywhere near this beautiful. Off in the far distance he saw a scar in the Earth, beside the remnants of a shattered mountain. It brought a bit of sadness to his heart to see such a glorious planet harmed, thus interrupting it’s graceful appearance. There were birds singing and a slight breeze which ruffled the leaves. Placing his hand on Kaz’s shoulder he nodded to him without saying a word.

As Orenji and Drexx joined them they all began to discuss what to do next. They noticed a large bustling city not far away and figured that was the best way to start. Sohko insisted that a bar would be the best place to start. He really wanted to see what kind of liquor that planet had but he also knew that the best place to get information is always a bar. Drexx concurred with him when he shared his thoughts which were largely ignored by Kazama and Orenji. The android surmised that bartenders see and hear all types of things and that one would have an idea of where the group should start. Drexx also added that a bribe may be in order though, considering most people aren’t apt to help out of the goodness of their hearts. Sohko was not surprised by Drexx’s summations in the least.

Before leaving their pods, Sohko pulled out its remote, which he modified slightly. Pressing a new button, something popped out the back of the bearpod. While working on the space pod Sohko had also modified the egg shaped robot which had come with the now deceased space ship. Antigravity boosters allowed it to hover effortlessly, and he even put in a better voice sensor to allow for actually speaking. Removing the paint allowed the stainless titanium chassis to shine through. It was now a portable host, which allowed Pewter to follow Sohko around.

Hitting another button resulted in the pod beeped twice, flashing its interior lights as it did. With the pod locked and his companion in tow, Sohko headed to the city with the others. It was large and bustling with people everywhere. Very rude people too, as Sohko was close to starting to head butt anyone who bumped into him. Though the countless faces the saiyan noticed Kazama having a staring contest with a citizen. Then the person screamed and everything “went to shit,” as Sohko would later remark.

Although he tried desperately, without hurting anyone, to reach Kazama the crowd began to shift and move in various directions, pulling the group along with it, each in different directions. Sohko saw them tossing items at his friend and became enraged. He thought of intervening but realized using any technique or making any show of strength would only make things worse. The saiyan also worried that Kazama too was angry, which was not good for the populace. There was no curse to stay Kazama’s hand from dealing a lethal blow like there was on Sohko. Drexx and Kazama both disappeared into alleyways while Orenji seemed to just disappear in general. Sohko pushed free of the mob as well, however he did not end up in an alleyway, but rather, as if a sign from god, on the doorstep of a bar.

Needless to say he didn’t spend much more time outside, quickly escaping the angry mob which seemed to be forming.

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“A bottle of your finest liquor!”

Sohko exclaimed as he entered through the front door, his floating robotic companion close behind. The patrons didn’t even bother to look at him, each sulking in their own drunkenness. Only the bartender, a slim sly looking man, turned to him.

“Jeez, apparently on this planet only the Debbie Downers drink in the afternoon. Well, more for me!”

Plopping down onto a stool, Sohko waited as the bartender brought him a bottle, which the saiyan then chugged until there was nothing left but glass. Slamming the bottle down onto the bar he made eye contact with the bartender.

“Another!”

The Bartender did as requested, bringing another bottle. This time however Sohko drank much slower. He wanted a clear(ish) mind while he tried to get information from the bartender.

“So I’m guessing you’re not from around here?”

Sohko laughed as he took another healthy gulp from the bottle.

“You could say that. My friends and I are looking to train, with a martial arts master of course. There used to be so many schools on this planet, with so many powerful teachers, I can only hope there is at least one left. Do you know of any? Crane? Turtle?”

Through his research, spent during his time in the WTO, he knew of several schools, however the information was quite dated. He had no way of knowing if any of the schools even still existed, nonetheless where they were. Seeing the need in Sohko’s eyes, the bartender decided to take advantage of the situation.

“Well, I may know of one that’s not too far from here, but it will cost you.”

Sohko sighed. Drexx had been right, just as the saiyan thought he would be.

“Really? Does every single bartender I ever ask for information always need to be bribed?”

The bartender shrugged as he leaned back against the wall behind the counter.

“Beats me, but I sure do. Loose lips get you shot while tight lips get you paid.”

Sohko was going to argue further but what the man said was true ultimately. You never know if you’ll say something you shouldn’t, which could get you into serious trouble. As for the paid part, Sohko found him right about that as well, as he found himself throwing a few zeni onto the bar. Nodding the bartender reached under the counter and pulled out a piece of paper which he put on the table, where the money, which was now in his pocket, once resided.

For those that wish discipline, strength and honor through training come find the New Crane School. Founded by Tienshinhan carried on by the honorable Jorlaxl.

“It’s not too far from here, towards what’s left of the mountains. Haven’t heard a bad thing about the guy, not once.”

The name Tien jumped off the page at Sohko. He had been one of the mighty Earth born warriors which had guided Sohko’s decision to come to Earth. He was sure if he was to find a suitable teacher that it would be there. They saiyan turned his stool towards his floating robotic companion.

“Hey Pewter, do you think the other guys all saw the same thing and are on their way to the school?”

“From a statistical standpoint, hell no, sir.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, there's no way that would ever happen.”

When he turned in his stool to speak to Pewter, Harold, Sohko’s illustrious tail and closest companion, poked out too take a look. Seeing the tail the bartender backed away, hitting bottles and glasses as he did.

“We don’t want your kind here! No aliens! Get out!”

Sohko was taken back, as was Harold who ducked behind its owner. The bartender looked a combination of frightened and angry.

“Hey look man, I mean no harm, I’m just trying to get my drink on-“

But there was no reasoning with the man, who didn’t even allow the saiyan to finish his plea.

“Out! Out now, or I’m calling the authorities!”

Standing up, his hands held up to display innocence, Sohko slowly backed away towards the door. He was confused and offended, not sure where this xenophobia was stemming from. Turning he dashed through the door and took off into the sky, towards the mountains, away from the judgment of the foolishly misinformed.

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Drexx, Kazama, Orenji and Sohko had arrived at the same time. Although Orenji and Sohko had a bit of a head start, Drexx and Kazama’s superior power levels allowed them to catch up. Upon arriving they found a beautiful school that was obviously well taken care of. The school’s master, Jorlaxl, was very warm and inviting to the traveling party. Sohko took on the responsibility of asking him to train them; it only seemed fair given that Earth was his choice. The master of the Crane school welcomed them without reserve. Thus began their extensive training in the usage of energy based techniques.

Sohko, as most saiyans do, adapted as the moment required. It appeared that the one thing he took serious was learning from a master in the art of fighting. He was attentive and silent unless spoken too, always giving his full concentration to the master and the tasks assigned by him. Kazama had a hard time learning techniques, although he often made up with intense training. Sohko would often partner with him, both to intensify his own training by sparring with a stronger opponent, as well to help him learn the techniques.

He trained with Drexx and Orenji as well. The saiyan felt the more people he trained with the more versatile he himself could become. Drexx, always a close ally and constant friend, was a calculating opponent, no doubt a result of his android origins. Sohko loved to imagine different counters and combinations to try and fool him during spars, for there was no more challenging opponent in a game of wits than an android with a supercomputer for a mind. Orenji matched Sohko in power, making him one of the best sparring partners. The namekian was a valorous and honorable fighter, allowing Sohko himself to develop a bit of such virtues into his own repertoire.

Sohko could only remember being three things in his life. One was an orphaned and baby abducted by the WTO. The second was a recruit inducted into the WTO and tortured every day for being a saiyan. The instructors barely tolerated his presence, often being much tougher on him than the other recruits. Not to mention that he was but a child, training beside men. Not a day went by that he wasn’t beaten and insulted in some way by his fellow trainees. It reflected in who he became as he grew into a ruthless and heartless individual. His treatment ended when he beat a fellow recruit, who had called him a “dirty monkey,” to a bloody pulp with an unrecognizable face. That same recruit died two days later, as a result of the injuries incurred from the beating. Sohko was punished heavily, being tortured through various means including; starvation, dehydration, and daily beatings. He never apologized or made excuses for what he did, in fact he never spoke at all during his imprisonment. A word came from somewhere high above and he was put back into training. No one dared to speak or look at him. As he became a soldier and a commander he never changed from that day. The only thing that mattered was winning at all costs, with no measure of mercy for any reason to anyone.

The third was a result of the curse laid upon him by an elder mystic whose powers the WTO sought after. By felling herself upon his blade she cursed him to be relive ever memory of those they kill, the present Sohko was born. Drinking the pain that the memories and the resulting conscience brought him seemed to be the only thing he did. But now, now he was a student to a wise master. He took pride in being a student of the crane school, and it showed more and more every day he was there. The saiyan went so far as to even not drink, until after training had ended for the day, and even shed his usual garb for the Crane’s colors and insignia in the form of gi.

Amaranth was by far one of the most interesting people Sohko came across during his stay at the school. Often he had seen here training at the school, but never really interacted with her. Then one day she walked into the bar at which the saiyan was consuming massive quantities of alcohol and terrible bar food. They talked and hit it off, although they enjoyed testing one another more than anything, having several drinking contests before the night was through. She was indeed a worthy opponent. They trained several times after that at the school and the saiyan found her to be powerful adversary on the training grounds as well.

During his time he learned to channel his ki more fluidly than he ever had before. Jorlaxl spent a good deal of time helping him focus his energy until he had seamless balance. It was a wonderful feeling, to know you have full control over your own power. His extensive training resulted in his learning of two very powerful techniques. The solar flare took several days to perfect. Sohko would spend hours channeling his energy into his eyes, trying to transform the ki into a blinding light. Finally one day he got it, accidentally blinding his friends in the process. He apologized profusely but they got over it by the end of the night.

The dodonpa took slightly longer to master. For two straight weeks Sohko would just stare at the tip of his two fingers, a small ball of ki swirling with uncontrolled power. The beams were weak at first, sometimes not even having the strength to reach its intended target. When they did they couldn’t do more than scratch or scar the surface. With Jorlaxl’s help the saiyan was able to better focus his energy through a single point, effectively streamlining the flow of ki through a single point in order to make it more concentrated and powerful.

Between learning the two moves Sohko was a spectator at Geurin’s tournament. He watched his friend beaten, wincing at several during his match up with Zach. Afterwards he tried to console him, but it was to no avail and he could not blame him. A warrior was never truly happy with defeat.

One night after training Sohko took Drexx down into the remnants of the shattered mountain. The saiyan wished to learn to control his oozaru transformation, which was a sign of a strong saiyan as it was often an ability shared by only saiyan elites. Drexx agreed, honored to help his friend. Then, looking to the moon, Sohko began what became a very long and wary night. Becoming a beast of immense proportions and tremendous strength Sohko raged all night. The android stayed toed to toed with him, talking to him as he tried to pull Sohko out of the beast. Meanwhile on the inside Sohko fought a battle with his former self. Drexx’s words gave the saiyan strength, enabling him to overcome his dark side as well as control his oozaru form. Exhausted mentally and physically, he reverted back to his normal self and Drexx carried him back to the school to rest.

Passive Technique Learned: Oozaru transformation control

Techniques Learned: Dodonpa, Solar Flare


Year 2…

Traveling to Vegeta to search his family’s sword, he traces it from trader to trader until he locates it at a local shop in the capital city. He gave the man what he asked for it without haggling, considering the price a punishment for having given it away at all. Outside the store a man pulls him into an alley and asks the saiyan his name. Sohko, ready for a fight with his sword in hand answered truthfully. The cloaked man pulled back his hood, revealing a smile. His name was Kato and he had been a dear friend of Sohko’s father. When the distress signal first went out, he immediately left, saving the coordinates before the signal was cut short. Upon arrival he found nothing by pieces of the ship.

Sohko demands to see it for himself, so Kato takes him on his ship to the asteroid belt the ship had been traveling on and found the wreckage. With a breathing apparatus for oxygen support, he left from the ship and searched it himself. He found part of the ship nearly unharmed, the edges seared. The WTO had lied, telling him that a computer malfunction had caused the ship to crash into an asteroid, but the proof pointed towards enemy fire from ship grade cannons. Go right for the cockpit and split the ship in half, classic WTO style.

He found his parents rooms as well as their journals and a trunk of some of their belongings. Taking it back to the ship just as his oxygen ran out, Sohko headed back to Vegeta with Kato. He spent weeks studying the journals, both of his father who had been a master blacksmith, and particularly the greatest bladesmith of his time. His mother, who had been a traveling adventurer before meeting his father, had learned and developed many powerful magical skills in her time and detailed much of her research in one of the journals.

Kato told Sohko of his name and his heritage. Masamune was a long line of legendary bladesmiths who had worked for royalty. Their pieces were legendary, and Sohko father’s final piece, a sword left unfinished by his father before him, was the finest of all. The sword that was finally in Sohko’s possession again. Kato told him that the Masamune were a line of leaders amongst the Order of the Kensaru. The order consisted of full blooded saiyans who mastered the art of the sword and lived the Order’s Code, a rule of laws that a Kensaru must follow.

Weapons were now looked down upon by saiyans as a result of Sohko’s father’s death. Kato explained that with him gone Masamura, his father’s greatest rival among the order, ascended to the position of Kyo, the leader of the order. He turned it an order of assassin’s for hire, of which Kato is ashamed to still be a part of. He nearly quit until he saw the Masamune family sword in a shop one day. He knew that Sohko was still alive because he was not amongst the wreckage as his parents had been. Every day he would watch that sword, waiting for Sohko to come so that the order could have a true leader again.

Kato had stayed with the order so that he be could within the loop so that when Sohko arrived for the sword, he would know to best get him in to take out its dreadful leader Masamura. Kato began to train him in the ways of the Kensaru, including the Order’s special technique, Kenketsuga, which was the ability to dematerialize any number of weapons and bond them to their ki, allowing them to summon them to their hand upon command.


Technique Learned: Weapon Materialization


Year 3…

With Kato’s help and extensive training Sohko trains the weakness from his tail. Enjoying the newfound strength he goes even further, going on to master the art of sword fighting with his tail. Harold was ecstatic. Kato then reveals that he knows of his father secret base, although he could never enter due to a spell his mother set upon it. Only a member of the Masamune family could open the entrance. Taking him out to the Scorching Wasteland, only miles from where his junked space pod undoubtedly still sat. Within a deep canyon the entrance existed, hidden behind the waterfall that fed the stream that carved into the river bed.

It was just a small pocket but upon Sohko saying “open” a portal appeared which, when walked through, turned into simple door which led to a mansion without windows. It was a pocket dimension apparently, of which only this massive mansion existed. There were rooms upon rooms, libraries and training facilities, everything. In the middle of the room, a sword levitated by some magic spell. Kato stepped forward but was forced back immediately, the magic far too powerful for him to resist. However Sohko stepped up and took hold of the sword. An enchanted broadsword, it revealed immense power as Sohko felt the full knowledge of the art of fighting with a weapon and as a part of team flood him.

Two names appeared upon the sword, in two foreign languages, but then they translated before his very eyes. Tapion and Trunks. Then a third name began to trace in an ethereal light. It was in the saiyan native language and it was his name, Sohko. He then took Kato to Earth to meet his friends, and so he could reveal that he had found his swords. He even trained Drexx, teaching him the fusion dance with amazingly sexy results.

Year 4…

The two didn’t know that they were being watched by an agent of the Kyo all along. Learning of Sohko’s arrival and his ability to wield the legendary Brave Sword, Masamura hatched a plan to keep his seat of power. The Kyo sent a messenger to Sohko, picked up by Pewter via the bearpod, requesting a face to face in order to “resolve the issue at hand peacefully.” When he told Kato, his new mentor demanded he not give into his tricks.

His conscience pulled at him and he wished to handle the transition peacefully if possible so he lied to Kato, telling him he would stay with him. In the middle of the night he snuck out and left Vegeta, destined for an ice planet on the out rims of a nearby star system. He was wary of it being a trap however, so he sent a message to Kazama asking for his assistance. Once there pods met up a few days later they continued to the prearranged coordinates. However upon arriving they only find two icers waiting for them. As soon as the black and red icer confirmed the saiyan as a Sohko Masamune, he attacked. Kazama defended him and they fought as the purple icer attacked Sohko.

He was amazingly fast, Sohko never say him unless he wanted to be seen. Beating him around like a rag doll, Sohko never landed a punch, except when he allowed it and even then it was only to mock him. Sohko screamed in horror as he saw Kazama finished off not once but five times. Then the black and red icer came over to the saiyan, joining the other. The purple and black icer held up his palm and said “Masamura sends his regards.” As he began to collect energy, the bloody and broken warrior asked only “What are your names?” With a scoff the purple one answer “My brother here is Azrael while the name of your executioner is Azmodan.” Then the energy surged forth and all was black.

Year 5…

Sohko finds himself in hell, a horrid and boring place. Fighting off other residents was a daily ritual as he roamed the hell, hoping to find Kazama. One day he came upon a demon who offered him a drink, of which he was happy to oblige. However he revealed that it was a poison and in order to save his soul he would either have to cut off his beloved tail or kill innocents. After an inner struggle and an apology to his tail he went to cut it off. Then Kasai, the Western Kai, revealed himself and the nature of the test. Harold celebrated.

He was taken to his planet, of which the gravity was immense. He was told of two tasks. Then he was beaten up every day. His first task was to hold up against that kai and obviously that was beyond difficult. However after much training he was finally able to hold his own. After which Kasai taught him how to jump across distances instantly with a move he called Instant Hop. All he had to do was imagine his destination and as long as he was powerful enough he could instantly teleport there. He found it hard at first but when he was able to channel his own imagination into the technique. It was an exhilarating experience.

Then he learned Heaven’s Blades, the ability to form ki blades as well as reinforce his own blades with the amazing power. Feeling at one with his weapons he was immediately able to adapt to the technique. Now he sits upon Kasai’s planet awaiting the second task.


Techniques Learned: Heaven’s Blades, Instant Hop

[Geurin]

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