Unpleasant pleasantries

[Nam Reikonaga]

”So what now…?” the brunette had awakened from his unconsciousness, slowly treading along the country side with heavy steps; his body was still limp and weak. He kept thinking back on his recent encounter with Zach. Nothing made sense. ”Damnit!” he called out in anger, slamming his fist on the side of a nearby tree. Why did Zach have to do that? Nam finally thought it was all over, but one problem comes after the other like a plague. No… this wouldn’t be a problem. There’s a difference between quarrelling with an old friend and fighting for the fate of your planet. Zach would have to get used to Nam’s presence, because he wasn’t about to get kicked off his own birthplace. –Especially not now, when everything was finally reaching an end.

“So my father was a saiyan… what does that have to do with me?” he murmured, removing his fist from the tree and continued plodding across the dirt road with nothing but his pants. “Doesn’t my mother count for anything? Shouldn’t the fact that I risked my life for the fate of this planet outweigh any stereotypical beliefs on the saiyans?” Nam was in turmoil. He tried, but he couldn’t manage to come up some kind a decent explanation capable of justifying Zach’s reaction. Was his hatred for saiyans that deep?

The road eventually led to a small rural town. There were individual homes spread in vacant areas and a stop-and-go market on the side of the road. Nam stopped by in the case of any kind of clothing he could buy. A small bell rang as harbinger of his arrival upon entering the shop. The shareholder gave him a blank stare from behind the counter. Who could blame him? Nam was completely bruised and out of proportion. It wasn’t every day you get a man with waist length hair enter your store with nothing but pants. Regardless, Nam paid no mind to him. He was still ranting about Zach.

”And what does Boliko have to do with any of this?” he thought, recalling the name of the saiyan king he had yet to even meet. But the way Zach spoke, it was as if Nam was working for him… -no, that’s exactly what he said…

"Those butchers murdered my entire family and everyone I ever knew. My entire town is a crater because of them! And you, you who would serve and lie for them. I... I don't know what hurts more, knowing what you are or that you lied to me about it..."

Those were his exact words; they were imprinted into Nam’s memory as he was being thoroughly crushed. How couldn’t he? He had no other choice in the matter but to suck up all the pain and absorb the blonde’s rage like a sponge. After a few minutes, half-heartedly picking out a decent generic shirt, Nam walked to the counter and presented the merchandise to the seller. ”What if it were me?” he thought, trying to justify Zach’s reason. He had his entire family murdered. Can you blame him? Nam never met his father, and his mother was the only family he had; also murdered by a saiyan. If Nam weren’t half-saiyan, would he have the same hatred towards the race as Zach?

Nam emptied his pockets, realizing he didn’t really have any form of currency on him. Whatever he might have had were lost in the fight against Touketsuki Yakedo. He sighed.

“It’s fine.” The man spoke up, closing the register. “You’d be surprised how often this actually happens.” He admitted.

“Which part; not being able to pay –or having a naked man in your store?” he wondered.

“Both,” replied the storekeeper. Despite his state of turmoil, Nam couldn’t help but smirk as he tried to repress a laugh. Then their attention was caught by the small boxed TV hanging by a wall:
(http://wodresurrection.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=satancity&action=display&thread=3124&page=1 )

”Gurin?” Nam thought inquisitively at the green man wearing a suit, but he seemed different somehow –again.

"My fellow earthlings, I am proud to announce that I will be your new Prime Minister, Prime minister Geurin.” Nam’s eyes widened. ”What is this?” he thought, catching on as the namekian spoke. “I know many of you have never seen my face before, but let me assure you that I am more than capable of serving in this illustrious office. But enough pleasentries. You fine people of earth want answers, and I am here to give them too you. Rather than false speculation, and dark twisted lies, I am here to provide the truth, and a solution to our problem. Roughly one year ago Central City was struck by a being known as Meishi. Meishi was a creature of unknown origin. He certainly was not human, or earth born, and his powers were great. He was stopped by yet another race of fighters... the saiyans."

“Between the force of the unknown alien, Meishi, and the dark saiyan's brutality; Central was turned to rubble, and thousands of refugees were left without homes. But that is not all children of earth. Many other occurrences have taken place. A meteor shower in Satan, the Metropolis Islands blowing to pieces, and even the central Mount Paozu range, have all seen destructive and gruesome ends. This is all due to one thing... Alien creatures.”

“What!?” Nam exclaimed in disbelief, startling the shopkeeper in the process as he seemed about to wet his pants.

“We all know that other races come to this planet to make a home, but it seems that our government has failed to protect us from the tirades of such creatures. Their ability to travel into our planet without so much as a baggage check allows anyone to come in and cause any amount of damage they want. These fighters are dangerous, and so my good people I wish to declare war: war on alien races born outside of this Earth; to war with Saiyans, to war with strange aliens, to war with all those who dare stand against our right to freedom and prosperity. We will defend our home, and no one will stop us...”

“P-please… d-don’t hurt me…” the man said, keeping his distance as far away as possible from the shirtless saiyan. “I don’t care about the money; just take whatever it is you want!”

Nam stared blankly at the man in disbelief. Everything started making sense. Now he understood why Zach had reacted the way he did. ”Geurin…” he thought in disdain. Curse the day he even suggested the idea. Nam’s expression intensified with anger. All this time, Nam truly was a naïve little boy compared to Tenshu. Kami told him about the monstrous and uncontrollable power, but Nam insisted and convinced the wise man to take on his foolish request. –And now, Tenshu was gone. His mentor was overwhelmed by Geurin’s will and now this… GOBLIN, wanted to ruin Nam’s entire life.

“GEEEUURRRIIIIN!” Nam exclaimed in anger, further frightening the poor shopkeeper as he left the store in a fit of rage. His wounds didn’t matter anymore. These were one of those rare moments in which Nam’s Oozaru was unleashed, and all he could see was the task at hand.

…

“I’ve really gotta start working in the city…” the shareholder said. “Too many strange things happen in the countryside…”

…

Finally, Nam was angered. He rushed through the air with the energy he had recuperated between half a bean and the time it took to plod all the way to that store. He rushed towards Satan City like a torpedo, pinning down the highest power level he could find. ”That’s definitely him…” he thought. Nam’s eyes began to twitch and his hands were clenched into a fist so tight that his nails began to pierce the palms of his hands. Before long he had reached the radio station at which Geurin was in and restrained himself from breaking through the wall.

Nam landed at the door and entered with quick and haste paces, ignoring the security guards. They seemed to have identified the shirtless man rather quickly as they had a really fresh image of his visage. Nam was wearing the exact same rags he had in the crystal ball and his waist length brown hair was a sore thumb in the crowd. People turned to run at every corner. Nam’s threatening appearance didn’t help either. He made his way to the door, but the security guards were waiting for him there, shooting their bullets at him. But all those pieces of shrapnel were deflected by his red energy barrier.

While some of them turned and ran for their lives, brave souls held their ground and attempted to huddle up on Nam at the door. The brunette boy simply let out a transparent weak force of energy that pushed them all aside as he proceeded into slamming the large doors open. “Geurin!” he exclaimed, halting at the foot of the door and glaring at the namekian. Whatever men were inside with him instantly recognized Nam and went up against the wall.

[Geurin]

It didn't take nam long to catch on to Geurin's plot. The national broadcast was not exactly subtle, so Geurin expected the boy to come for answers, it was only right.

Geurin assumed he had only 15 minutes before the boy would travel halfway across the planet, and into his humble office. And so he would use each minute as a way to concrete himself into the position he had just claimed. The first step was to meet with his new cabinet, and that would be a short lived experience. The cabinet had met the moment they heard Mesa was stepping down, such an occurrence was rare and frankly unheard of, and when they met the dark lord they would know instantly how he had so quickly taken over. The cabinet had questions, and Geurin was prepared to answer.

"Prime minister, how do you intend to declare war on alien races that we know little to nothing about!?"

Geurin smiled, his sharp menacing teeth giving away a cliche hint of evil, and finally responding.

"Our intel has grown by 100% in the last several hours. I can not only tell you who we are facing, but how to defeat them as well. For starters we will disband several branches of the military, as our human fighters are in no way qualified to fight this war. Once you have cut our total military by 30% begin integrating them into the public, our cities will be protected directly by the military force, not so much to protect them from invaders, but rather to protect them from themselves. Finally the cabinet will begin the creation of a squad, one of their best fighters. It is my prediction that this war will be fought by the few, not the many. Once you have completed these things we shall speak once more."

Geurin turned and immediately began to walk out, the cabinet in a frenzy. Each member confused, or angry. But Geurin was the prime minister, and so his word was law. The first step was in motion, and he had 10 minutes remaining until nam's arrival.

The next step was a new wardrob, and Geurin was not short of options. After roughly five minutes he already had his new outfit chosen and worn, he now looked the part.


Leisurely Geurin made his way up into his office, enjoying each step as the time drew near. Nam was not working to hide his raging power level, nor was Geurin, he wanted Nam to find him, it was time for Geurin to meet the young prodigy that Kami thought so highly of. The one that convinced the foolish Gurin to awaken him. The only living being that knows of the dark secret Geurin holds, that he is not in fact Tenshu, or Gurin, but an entirely different person all together.

Sitting in a large chair just behind his desk Geurin turned around, looking out the window of his office peering out at the crowds that had gathered in the streets from all of the commotion, and not a second after his chair had made the 180 did nam barge in.

Geurin was at first not facing the young saiyan, he was having to much fun with the authority he had been given. And so he would speak, following Nam's assertion of Geurin's name.

"Nam, just who I wanted to see"

[Nam Reikonaga]

“Save it!” Nam replied in a rude tone, knitting his eyebrows together and glaring at the namekian whom sat so confidently on that leather chair behind the desk. Nam looked like he was about to blow up any second and blast the entire building into pieces. But what would that accomplish? Suddenly, everything the brunette wanted to say seemed to have gone over his head; standing at the door, he could plainly see that he was no longer speaking to Kami nor Gurin –yet for some reason he couldn't stay mad anymore. His expression slowly softened with a hint of resentment.

“Tenshu…” he said gently in his low in-door voices. “You’re stronger than this…” Nam took slow steps towards the desk, looking into the eyes of Geurin –yet, looking at his mentor instead. Despite how identical all namekians seemed to Nam, he could still notice the difference. He could see what made this being an entity apart from Kami. The gentle eyes of his master, the warm aura that emanated like a beacon of holiness to anyone who stood in his presence; it was all gone, and what was left in its place was void. It was… sad.

His unforgiving, ominous gaze was almost enough to break the brunette into tears. He wasn’t getting anything from this man. Geurin was full of darkness. “I… I know you’re in there somewhere…” he said, reaching the desk and placing his hands over them as he leaned closer, looking into his eyes.

[Geurin]

The boys words were noble, and truly had Tenshu been anywhere even remotely close to the reassesses of Geurins mind, he could have been moved. But Geurin was in fact stronger, younger, and filled with more dark matter than the good that Tenshu could provide. Geurin had locked the poor sage away, so deep within his mind that even words heard from the ears could not penetrate the barrier. Tenshu could not respond, react, or feel any of it. Tenshu was as good as dead, and the only thing left sitting before Nam was Geurin.

"Hehe....he...hehe"

Geurin started, his light glee turning into full on laughter at the contempt of the young man before him. The laughter became full force, echoeing down the halls past Nam, and filling the room with a dark aura only someone of true evil intent could supply.

"Oh nam, your sentiments are much appreciated, but do not waste your breath on ghosts. Instead, why not have a word with a true legend"

Geurin kicked both feet onto the desk, his corduroy suit out done by the sheen of the black dress tops covering his feet. It was not heard of for a Namekian to look so human like, but if one did not see Geurin's face he would assume that it was nothing more than another human philanthropist. But how wrong they were.

"You know I owe you quite a bit, if not for your encouraging words, Tenshu would never have had the courage to stand up to me. Just think where we would be right now if you and him had not spoken."

Knowing that his words would seer into the young saiyans mind he continued, wondering just how many buttons he needed to press before nam exploded. Because that was exactly what he wanted. Nam's hidden power had been unleashed only once, and Touketsuki Yakedo had met his equal to it. Drawing that out would prove once and for all that Geurin was in control. Because in reality he was, he just needed to show the world who was holding the winning hand.

"Really you are the hero of this story Nam, you repelled the dark lord suki back into space, and you brought a new stable government on the earth. Thanks to you there will never be a question of leadership on this planet again. Thanks to you I have loyal fighters prepared to battle, and die for my cause. Thanks to you the entire planet has changed. Nam nobody else could have done this. Zach and his nerotic behavior, or Antary and his selfish thinking. Not a single member of the World Trade Organization, and certainly not any of my former namekian imbeciles. No Nam you were the only person capable of such a change, and for that, I thank you."

[Nam Reikonaga]

(Edited it a bit. xP)

Nam sighed. As he thought, his words went on deaf ears. He receded as the man placed his feet on the desk and got comfortable, his hands still lay on the edge of the table as he looked at the namekian. His face was flushed again by the mention of Tenshu’s name and how it was him who encouraged the reunion of the two halves. His hands gripped the end of the table. The wood creaked from the pressure Nam added. He tried to restrain himself from breaking it in two uneven pieces.

“Well keep your thanks!” he snapped. It was hard to hear. He already acknowledged that he was at fault for how things ended up and he didn’t need Geurin to tell him that too.

“Touketsuki Yakedo may be gone, but as long as you exist this isn’t over!” he said. “You lied. You made me and every other saiyan look like the enemy. I can’t walk on my own birthplace anymore without people running in fear or attacking me. You made me lose my best friend. War against aliens!? You may seem human in that suit, -but last time I checked, you're namekian. How could you even think about raging war on other races?" Nam slammed his hands on the table and looked dead into Geurin’s cold eyes. His aura was flaring and gradually growing. The veins on his arms became visible.

"I know Tenshu is still in there somewhere, and if it means tearing you limb from limb until he’s forced out -I’ll do it without remorse!”

Nam didn't exactly know how he could turn into that golden fighter from before, but he remembered how it felt; and that alone was probably enough to repeat it.

[Geurin]

Nam's words were true to an extent. Geurin was not human and had in fact declared war on aliens, so how would he pull it off. His plans slowly would be revealed to Nam. Geurin was fairly transparent about his plans, especially to nam considering he was a criminal of war, nobody would take him seriously.

"No need for empty threats sir"

Geurin said, his hands making his way casually behind his head, finishing the leisurely pose he had created for Nam. For Geurin this was just another days events, ruining Nam's life was right there above getting a new suit, and below ordering a dinner he would not eat.

"We could fight it out here Nam, but I think we both know how that would end"

He said with an evil smirk. Geurin took no effort in hiding his base power level, and so while Nam was slowly powering above him, it was clear that Geurin had excess power, and if he were so calm, certainly he was either very good at bluffing, or very confident in his abilities.

"You are right, I have declared war on all of the alien forces here, just like I did on my own planet Namek so many years ago. But Tenshu made me out to be a criminal, and so I was forcefully banished from my own birth place. A hint of irony if ever there was... But you see Nam, these humans think that wars are fought with numbers, they have not yet learned that it is the select few that win their freedom. It is fights like yours with Suki, or mine with Tenshu that define how history is played, and now with me at the helm, I can begin the annihilation of other worlds. The planet Earth will dominate over all those in their path, first of course will be Namek, and then Kold, just to take out the easy ones first. And then a fight with Vegeta."

That was his plan, to systematically take over the universe via one small lonely planet. Fighters like Zach were out there in the world, and as he mentioned are the determined fighters that create the future for all.

"Now Nam here is the question, are you interested in being a part of this progression, or would you rather stick to the title of criminal, because either way I will accomplish my goals, you however have a path to choose."

Taking his arms back down, and taking his feet off of the mahogany desk that had begun cracking under the stress of Nam's force. Geurin crossed his arm and met Nam's glare with one of Cocky splendor.

"Here is your chance Nam, what is your choice"

Nam could join Geurin as he suggested, but that was unlikely, what Geurin expected Nam to do was attack in a blind rage, and that would help Geurin prove his point, that the powerful fight these battles.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam’s rage grew ever more as he was forced to stand there and listen to the namekian talk about domination. What was it about being at the top that seemed so appetizing? Why do all the villains look for world conquest? Why was that such a hot topic? –That was beyond Nam’s comprehension.

He wanted to confront Geurin, but he could feel it; he could feel that he couldn’t beat him and it was eating him alive. It was incredible how powerful the namekian had become within so little time. Nam’s grip on the mahogany desk began to loosen and his energy gradually dropped back to its base level. His muscles relaxed, but he was still struggling. Nam wasn’t a fool, -or that’s what he kept telling himself. If he fought here and now, he’d only hinder his cause; not to mention, risk losing his life. Why fight a losing battle now if you can retreat and come back stronger than ever later?

Nam stared blankly at Geurin as he proposed him joining his little project. How could he even ask that? The worst part of it all was that Nam almost felt compelled on joining him. It was charisma. This being had something about him that just hypnotized people into blindingly following him; the trait of a great dictator –a caudillo. Nam receded from the desk, removing his hands from the surface and stood tall as he looked down at Geurin. His hair overshadowed his eyes in a gruesome aspect of disdain and disappointment. Where was his master…?

“If I joined you… then my fight against Touketsuki Yakedo would have been meaningless.” He said in a soft voice. “What is it about world domination that drives people like you into doing the things you do? Are you really that insecure that you need to feel like the whole world is crawling between your fingers?”

[Geurin]

"If having ambition is something you need to question, then it is something you will never understand"

He replied, his hopes dashed as the young man powered down. There was a strange disappointment that had come over him. Normally such a minor set back would not bother the powerful Namek, but it almost felt as though Tenshu was in the back of his sub conscious yelling I told you so at the top of his lungs. Nam had not played into Geurin's hands, and so he would have to find a new approach. Of course there was always plan B.

"Well if that is all, I suppose we are done here. I have a meeting with the other leaders of the universe and I would hate to keep them waiting."

He said casually, as if speaking with alien forces from around the universe was a part of the normal activity for the prime minister.

"I am proposing to them a five year peace, I think the earth could use some time to recover, as could Touketsuki's ego. So if you change your mind feel free to come back. After five years all hell will break lose, and the galaxy will need another hero."

Condescending as it was, it was true. Currently Geurin would be rellying on the power of Zach, and any other second rate citizens he could find to do the job, and Nam would be an excellent addition.

"Do know however that if you are not with us, you are against us. And I cannot guarantee your safety, or for that matter your state of mind."

[Nam Reikonaga]

A soft smile breached through the expressionless face of the brunette boy as Geurin continued to speak. Five years, huh? he thought. Turning away and slowly walking towards the door. He stopped at the entrance; his left arm resting over the side of the opened double doors as he steadily stared at the ground, knowing the namekian was looking at him. There were a few moments of silence in the room before Nam finally spoke up as he lifted his head towards the outside of the room.

“I wouldn’t worry about ‘my’ safety.” He said, with nothing less and nothing more, Nam continued walking out of the room. Five years… he thought. Nam had five years to surpass Geurin and stop this war. He didn’t know whether the namekian was just so full of himself, that he would allow Nam to walk away –or if Tenshu had a saying in the matter. But Geurin would rue the day he ever crossed Nam and allowed him to simply walk away, while he had the chance to end it.

Nam Reikonaga was no fool. He knew this was a losing battle, and as the smart fighter he likes to think he is, he would take these five years as a chance to hone his skills and surpass Geurin. The guards wouldn’t go anywhere near Nam. Everyone in the building just idly stood by watching as the saiyan walked out through the exit.

Five years…

(PL and Plot?)

[Geurin]

With a disapproving sigh, the Namekian overlord watched the half saiyan Nam make his way down the stairs. He had proven time and again to be a level headed and capable warrior, just as Tenshu had predicted. It was unfortunate that Geurin could not sway his judgement. But alas not all hope was lost, for war changes people, and once Nam saw his world in danger, Geurin wondered if he could really stand idly by and watch as the alien forces destroyed the planet.

Of course that wouldnt happen, that was assuming Geurin failed in his other plans, which he would not, turning his chair around to face a mounted hologram machine, he would begin his next encounter...this one with the two world leaders. 5 years of peace would not be easily won.

I will also take PL

[Gray Callahan]

Nam:1400
Guerin:1200