Distraction (Boli/Zach/Ammy)

[Gray Callahan]

A blazing white giant blasts through the overcast skies, his trailing pale aura splitting the clouds in his wake. Boliko Koregutsu, king of all saiyans, had arrived at Metropolis Island. It was obvious fighting had happened around here; areas of coast were worn and destroyed, and water was still filling a space that must have not been there previously. But where were the fighters in question? He frowns, scratching the back of his head. A light rain dampens his skin and armour, trickling off the smooth plating and dripping for several hundreds of metres into the sea below.

"Damnit... they must be close..." Boliko murmurs, glancing around. He had made the mistake of not bringing his scouter - that would have been able to tell him where the Icer tyrant was. Boliko had recently ditched it in favour of learning how to sense power signatures personally, but he still wasn't adept - and hence his difficulty at precisely tracking Touketsuki or any of the other fighters. He had felt a great power, but he couldn't be sure of it's complete intensity - that was, in fact, Tenshu/Gurin/Geurin, who alone would be capable of wiping the floor with Boliko.

Still, this place was a start. Amaranth Rixoir, his latest companion, should be following close behind. He glances around, not knowing that he was about to have a warm welcome to planet Earth from one of the residents. A strong wind begins to blow, ruffling the saiyan's short, dark hair. He does not feel anything but a stony determination to destroy what he had came here for, and his stature reflects his intention.

He twists left and right frantically, as if this would help him find his supposedly destined opponent. Little did he know he would be further slowed down, possibly even stopped, soon enough...

[ammy]

When Amaranth first came to Earth, she had invisioned a time of peace and tranquility. She had not thought she'd be chasing after a tyrant bent on conquering the universe one planet at a time. Nor had she thought she'd willing throw herself into the fray once more. But, here she was, her red Hua leaving a sift trail as she flew after her newest friend, Boliko, King of the Saiyans. Earth had surprised her, challenged her in ways she hadn't even realised. She had met quite a bit of people here. Some she greatly enjoyed, some she had fought, and a couple she couldn't stand. Earth was so different than Nor or Writhos, and she liked it a lot. Too much to let this man corrupt it.

Boliko came to a stop up ahead and Amaranth stopped beside him. The hackles on her tail we're raised, the heavy sense in the air making her skin crawl, the coppery smell of blood adding to it. Her blue eyes turned to her newest companion.

"You feel it too?" she asked, her voice slightly above a whisper. She knew this feeling, and it scared her. It was only a year earlier that she had felt this. Last time, she had watched An'Gel walk into his battle with Blake and never walk out. Her hand shot down, grabbing onto his wrist and holding tight. Words welled up inside her, wanting to spill out. She wanted to beg him not to go. To just leave it and let someone else kill the bastard. She wanted to plead with him.

"Be safe..." she whispered instead, turning away from him. Her blue eyes we're somber and she let go, waiting for his lead.

[Zach]

Returning to the islands at reduced speed although not Zach's desire, was necessary. Gurin had restored the teen's body following what was his third encounter with the Changeling monster but had not been able to restore to him his energy reserves. The result was the boy's energy being as depleted as it was when the alien started beating him to death. Zach's slow pace was a result of this lack of energy, allowing his body to regenerate his reserve and as he approached the island chain where the battle had taken place, the blonde teenager was once again flying at super sonic speeds. Flying low as the storm clouds generated by Suki's ravaging of the sea mad it impossible to see landmarks from up high, Zach cruised in just over the water in his base form, leaving a trail of kicked up spray in his wake. The destroyed remnants of the island the battle had taken place on were tens if not hundreds of feet bellow sea level now, the ocean still surging into the area to compensate for the sudden lack of land and forcing Zach to fly a bit higher to avoid the turbulence as well as serving to tell him he was in the right place.

Not having the capacity to sense other's energy signatures, Zach had to track and fight solely with his other senses, primary of which was sight so it was fortunate that the area was still disrupted by the action for the teen to know where he was, else he might have flown right by Boliko and his escort given the poor visibility. As events would have it though, since Zach now knew where he was, the young man slowed to a halt and within moments had spotted the Saiyan floating a bit higher up. This was it, his target was in sight and it was now time to do what Zach enjoyed the most, kicking unwanted guests off of his planet. Levitating upward, Zach made sure he rose into the Saiyan's line of sight close enough to hear him, arms folded across his bare chest with his usual cocky grin spread across his lips.

"So you're King of the monkeys eh?" Zach opened up with. "Funny, I thought you'd be bigger." the blonde continued, feigning ignorance of the man even though he'd seen him once at the tournament dinner. "Looking for something were you? Perhaps your other little pet monkey? Well don't bother, he isn't here any more, he and that other alien monster Suki took off after they tried to gut me. In fact, why don't you go turn around, do a nice little plié like the ballerina you're dressed as, get back in your space-junker and go back to monkey world, you aren't wanted or needed here."

[Gray Callahan]

Boliko feels Amaranth take his wrist, and closes his eyes briefly. "Thank you, Ammy," he murmurs softly, before allowing his breath to soften. He could feel an energy coming his way, with a battle power similar to his own. He allows his white aura to burst up around his body as he turns to face the being... a human, with messy blonde hair and a bare, muscular chest. The lack of clothing amuses the saiyan king - he had been forced into being naked for most of the first seventeen years of his life, and would not do so willingly again. This human chose to exist in a shirtless state? Unless, of course, he had lost it in the recent conflict somehow.

Boliko's small smile quickly evaporates on listening to the human's discourse. It was obvious that this man did not like the saiyan... nor, by the sound of it, any saiyan. He had quickly identified his species, and in fact had also identified him as the saiyan king; but had nonetheless referred to him as a 'monkey'. This insult was new to the saiyan, but he understood the reference - his tail was like an primate's from Earth. Apparently another saiyan was here, to, and fighting Suki.

He glances down at his armour. He had no idea what a ballerina looked like, but this was the ritual battle armour of the saiyan race. A thin vein of anger begins to build in the saiyan king, which he represses. After the human is done speaking, Boliko stands their in silence for several moments before a smile bursts onto his lips.

"You are presumably here to force me off of 'your' planet for some reason," the saiyan king muses, a little crackle of silver electricity dancing between his swivelling finger-tips on his right hand as he continues to talk, "and because it is in Earth's best interest that I go off to defeat Suki, you are therefore working for him, right?" he says, his voice questioning - and, deliberately provocative.

"I have no quarrel with you, human. I wish to end Touketsuki Yakedo's miserable life and then return to my people. If you get in my way, however, I will have to deal with you."

Boliko scratches the back of his head. "If you choose to fight me in your vicious ignorance, know that you're going to lose."

[ammy]

As Boliko answered her, Amaranth withdrew her hand, just in time for her to pick up another scent. A human's this time. Just seconds later, the very human flew up to them. She watched as Boliko's ki blazed at it and she couldn't help but role her eyes. Men. They might away just measure themselves upon meeting. Hovering like this, none of Amaranth's red Hua was seen, and she doubted her smaller frame could be seen past Boliko's larger one on top of that. She leaned past him as the boy spoke, her blue eyes resting on him. He was cute, that was easy to see and like Boliko (and, she had discovered other fighters on Earth) had a broad, muscular chest that he chose to display. Not that she minded, of course.

As the human poked fun at Boliko's armor, she bit her lip, stopping the laugh that had almost slipped out. Well, it seemed like she wasn't the only one who thought his dress was quite a bit silly. For a moment, it seemed like Boliko was not entirely pleased with this human before he broke out into a smile and goaded the boy on. Shaking her head, she moved out from behind Boliko.

"Men, I swear you think with only parts of your brain, and not necessarily the intelligent ones," she muttered, slipping between the two. Her golden wolf tail moved back and forth lazily as she crossed her arms behind her.

"First of all Boliko, I have to agree, that armor is a little silly looking," she said, teasing the Saiyan king with a grin on her face. She turned to the human.

"Secondly, boy, you're obviously tired. Don't even try to object, I can see it on your face clearly," she continued.

"Thirdly, you both need to stop thinking with your fists. Fighting each other is a stupid, pointless waste of energy and time, both which are in short supply at this time. The longer you two take bickering means the shorter amount of time until Touketsuki is either A, killed by someone else. Or B, wins and moves on after handing you guys your butts. Now, get over your selves and play nice, or make Touketsuki's job a little easier and kill or maim each other. Your choice," she finished, leaving her with the feeling of a mother scolding her two little boys. She glared at both of them, her tail snapping back and forth in annoyance. Growing up around men, she was used to their fighting over anything. From the last piece of meat, to a girl, to anything!

[Zach]

Hovering in place, Zach kept is unimpressed, cocky grin as he watched the Saiyan king flare his aura. ‘Does he think that’s going to impress me? I could do that too if I felt like wasting power, hell it happens anyway when I transform.’ the blonde thought and lowered his arms from over his chest to his sides. It was interesting that the Saiyan would suspect Zach of working for Suki, he’d very nearly ended up doing just that, but the Changeling’s threat to his planet outweighed his hatred for the monkeys, at least at the time. Right now though, it was more advantageous for Nam and Suki to tire each other out while the blonde and hopefully Gurin when he gets back, deal with this Saiyan pest. Zach wasn’t stupid though, he knew there was a good chance he wasn’t up to the task because of his condition, but hopefully he’d be able to delay the king long enough for the other two to finish each other off.

“Hmhmhm, right on the first count, wrong on all the rest.” Zach responded. “I don’t work for the monster, Earth can take care of it’s own problems and we aren’t going to sit around and let you try to sneak in an invasion force while we’re dealing with the bigger problem. And as for losing, I think you’ll find you’re the one that will…” Zach was issuing a return ultimatum when a young woman who’d apparently been behind the Saiyan the entire time, darted out and proceeded to chide them both for their supposedly stereotypical behavior. Zach had to struggle to keep from laughing when she went on to chastise the other man for his choice of dress, managing only to keep from chuckling, but his grin did morph into an amused smile. It didn’t last long though as she turned around and pointed out something Zach already knew. He wasn’t going to admit it though, at least not to her.

“Lady, fighting this ape is exactly why I’m here. The only way that’s not going to happen is if he turns around, takes all of his lackeys, gets in his ship and leaves.” Zach replied to the young woman, drifting to the left to get both the Saiyan and the strange dog-woman in full view, not one blocking the other. “We will take care of our alien problem on our own and if he doesn’t like it, I’ll gladly introduce his liver to my fist.”

[Gray Callahan]

(Well here goes nothing)

Boliko offers up a joking sigh, deflated by another jest at the expense of his attire. "In truth, I'm not used to wearing ANY clothes, and this armour; it feels unnatural - but I am here representative of the Saiyan race, and my advisers suggested to wear clothes in public, so this will have to be my former attire." The boy-king ponders whether this would satisfy both of the other individuals in this triangle of power struggle that may well soon be fought with fists rather than lyrics.

Boliko sighs. He knew Amaranth was right, but he hadn't initiated this 'challenge', as he saw it - he couldn't let his guard down, even if the human agreed to leave. For some reason, Boliko could not trust the guy - it was as if he had a personal vendetta against his species, almost, and as the sole representative and king of the race, Boliko would probably be his most sought after target other than, say, the people that caused this vendetta to begin with.

The saiyan king hopes that Ammy's words would deflate the blond human boy, but it was soon evident that the boy was just too stubborn for anything, or anyone to talk him about of his goal. He should be a saiyan... the king muses, the irony of the thought would have surely further enraged the human boy if he spoke it out loud. Boliko's body floats with ease as a ray of sunlight bursts through the clouds and the dust, illuminating the two fighters with a golden sheen.

He closes his eyes and grinds the palms of his hands into his eyeballs, like a tired cop who can't get anything out of a suspect. "Listen, guy - I don't know your problem, but you aren't mine. Come with us and help us defeat Touketsuki, instead of just wasting time!" He pleads. Surely the human could see that, with three powerful individuals, even a full-powered changeling lord would have problems dealing with all of them at once?

Boliko would not be the one to initiate combat, but he would remain firm. "Amaranth, be cautious. I don't trust this human not to bring you into his xenophobic regime." And if that human did something to hurt his new friend, his only real friend... Boliko might just lose control.

[ammy]

Not used to wearing clothes? Well, that certainly explained his lack of modesty last night, a memory that still brought a soft flush to her cheeks. For a moment, it seemed like things were going smoothly, and then the boy ruined it. It seemed that his vendetta against Boliko's race ran deep and stubborn, a dangerous combination. Her smile faltered as the boy spoke and she sighed.

Her gaze went to Boliko. He seemed tired, worn out by the boys words. Her heart went out to him. From the sound of it, things hadn't been easy for him in the short time he's taken over the throne. Being raised as royalty, Amaranth had no idea what life out of that responsibility was like. But even she knew that it could be hard, stressful, and exhausting.

She heard Boliko's warning loud and clear. And yet, as the boy moved, so did she. She drifted back, moving in front of Boliko. Amaranth didn't know what this boy's actions would be next, but she'd be damned if she let Boliko get hurt. So, even though his large frame dwarfed her smaller one, she hovered before him.

"Do you really want to spend time fighting us when you have a greater threat to your planet?" she questioned calmly.

[Zach]

Still floating passively for the moment, Zach listened to the Saiyan's exchange with his escort and scoffed. "What, do you think I care why you're dressed like a freaky prom date? I've already told you why I'm here and it’s not to work with a stinking ape. We are perfectly capable of dealing with that monster without you. As for my problem with you, your kind murdered my family and destroyed my entire town." the blonde teen growled. "You stinking apes come to our world and treat it as a play thing, well no more! We are not going to be victims to the likes of you. Now you're either going to turn around and take your little tramp with you, or I'm going to go right around her and make you leave." Zach responded and brought his lateral movement to a halt seeing as the king's woman insisted on putting herself between them. That was just fine with him, he may not wish to strike her, but he could simply outmaneuver her or if she insisted on becoming further entangled in this bout, grab and throw her at the king, That might at the very least get him to order her out of the way.

Clenching his fists, Zach raised them into his usual high defensive posture and stared the two down. "So what is it going to be, leave now or do I have to make you?" Zach added and waited for the Saiyan's reply. While he was still somewhat tired, at least in the aspect of his ki energy reserves and hunger, Zach's adrenalin was starting to pump already and provided he managed to take control of the fight in the first few minutes, was pretty sure he'd have it in the bag. The blonde was still banking on the supposition that the king wasn't a real fighter and more of a figure head with the obligatory nice figure rather then a muscle bound, killer ballet dancer. It was ok if he was wrong though, Zach knew virtually nothing about his chosen opponent and if he ended up getting his butt kicked he would still be doing his job, slowing the Saiyan down until Geurin could get back and wasting time to let Suki and Nam beat the hell out of each other. If he won that would be even better, but losing wasn't as much of a blow to his ego as one might think, even if it was to a Saiyan. They were savages yes, but even Zach knew of their reputation as fighters so losing to one as had happened with Antary twice and Nam was something he could deal with, as long as he didn't get splattered across the landscape in the process. Luckily there was virtually no land left for that to happen, only the one small, rocky remainder of the island Nam and Suki had been fighting on.

[Nam Reikonaga]

It has officially been a week. I'm sorry Boliko for whatever problem's you may be having but the game needs to move on. Therefore, I suggest we give every participant of this thread their rewards and nullify the thread. This never happened. Zach will run into Nam in another thread.

Edit: Of course, I'm just a member so... xP

[Zach]

A Member who is correct. We will be moving along. Sorry Boli, hope things look better for you in the furture.

This was supposed to be saga related I think, but it's up to the grader's discretion. Power level increase requested. Weights are Not in effect.

[ammy]

PL, weights in effect. Shame this topic concluded.

[Gray Callahan]

Requesting we continue this, apologies, had a busy week with loads of uni stuff to look at as well as a deadline for my extra-curricular stuff. While I won't ever have complete freedom I certainly have time freed up now.

[Zach]

{If we are to continue this, the execution is going to have to be careful in that either Boli leaves, or knocks Zach out in such a way so as to leave him in relatively the same condition for the following topic which is already in progress. I've already got ideas cooking for that one which won't work if there's an audiance. I'm ok with continueing but those would have to be the two outcomes of the topic.}

[Gray Callahan]

(I'm happy to do either, but the latter might be more likely.)

Boliko's features twist into a snarl. This human was so stupid. "You clearly aren't going to listen to reason... and I don't have any TIME to waste on the likes of you!" He hisses. The insult directed at Ammy had been the final straw for the young king - this 'tramp' was his only friend, and he would not tolerate any type of abuse towards her. He could accept the stereotype about saiyans, because certainly, most of them were probably true of the men who had caused this human's perceptions of saiyans to darken. Boliko's ideal saiyans would not be the vicious, murderous psychopaths that previous empires had encouraged. But, he could not accept any insult towards Amaranth!

The saiyan glides forwards, past Amaranth if possible. A deep, angry breath flows from between his lips as he attempt to remain as calm as possible. He did not wish to kill this human; he still desired the moral high ground, if possible. He clenches his fists, arm and leg muscles expanding slightly as he tenses, and his aura flares up again as he releases any latent power he had been hiding. "Now, human, I could beat you without using the full extent of my power, but it would probably take too long. I'm sure you're aware that Saiyans have transformations, specifically, the Oozaru or Ape transformation..." the saiyan king pauses, offering up a smile, before continuing. "By some twist of fate or genetics, I have never been able to access the Ape form. Instead, I have access to a much more refined transformation. Legendary, in fact. Bear witness to the Super Saiyan transformation!"

Boliko then slams his arms out to either side of his body, twisting his hands upwards. His usual white aura turns golden, his teeth clench together. He feels emotion bubbling up inside him, emotion of which he could channel through his transformation. His eyes snap shut, as his muscles expand slightly. All the while his power is rising, rising much further than if he had been turning into a Great Ape alone. Although not the 'true' Super transformation, Boliko recognised it as such. His hair began to stand up on end, but rather than the gold, it was tinged purplish-blue. His eyes snap open, and they are the deep green associated in legend with the transformation.

The 'Original' Super Saiyan takes to a battle stance. "I was hoping... to save this form for Touketsuki..." he chuckles, as he folds his right arm in to his stomach, his left pointed at Zach.