Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2013 0:34:53 GMT -5
For days he had been stuck on this piece of crap planet the saiyans had decided to call a home. It was disgusting by probably everyone else’s standards other than the inhabitants, which was not saying much. The dark sand that covered everything whenever the wind blew decided that it had been granted access to whatever it had wanted. That included the disgusting slop the Saiyans called food, the disgusting hovel he had been staying in and the horrible attempts at this primitive race at being technologically sophisticated. Then there were the inhabitants themselves they were on their own plane of disgust. They were horribly uncivilized, fighting everything that moved or at least trying to, loud, lazy, poorly hygienic, and repulsive to even look at. This had been the worst thing that his father could have possibly done to him to date.
Izanagi moved in and out of the crowd undetected by most people. Part of the reason being that he decided to just float along thanks to his telekinesis and then the other reason was that he was a great deal smaller than the average saiyan. None of the pathetic monkeys even bothered to look down which left Izanagi with a relatively nice area where he would be undisturbed. As he grew closer to his destination he luckily moved out of the way of some drunken fool spitting on the ground. The drunk did not seem to be cognoscente of his surroundings let alone how these weak creatures should be treating him. Granted they were all a great deal more powerful than the average human they were far from even being close to his power level.
“Disgusting worms…” Izanagi mumbled under his breath as he continued to weave in and out of the crowd. Every once and a while some monkey would make a comment on ‘the pipsqueak’ but he had been instructed by his father to not kill anyone while he was on Vegeta. This had been becoming increasingly harder with each passing day as they had begun to wear away at his patience. After the ship had landed in the Scorched Plains his father gave him very explicit instructions: travel to Saru City, spy on the inhabitants and the participants in the tournament that was about to commence, to report back to his father with the information through an encrypted transmitter that had been given to him, and to above all else not delve into his bloodlust even a little bit by killing a single person.
The first part of his mission was a piece of cake. Apparently the monkey king, Boliko, had made an alliance with the planet Namek. The leader of which was referred to Elder Carnel, who after a little bit of research on Izanagi’s part, seemed to be a weak leader and easily enough to dispose of when his father turned his attention to the planet. The tournament proved to be more of a boon than he could ever have hoped for. He was able to gather some initial data on the saiyan general Rensou Hiruen by watching his actions and sensing his power level. But it was all rather vague as he was not able to get any definitive data on him without watching him fight. Izanagi was able to successfully record techniques by Ericnox, Yuumaru, Brandon Potter, Tomatah, Tsuken Hiruen, and Basna. At the very sight of Basna Izanagi had to make sure that he did not gag. The namek was weak in comparison to his father and would prove to be little obstacle as to what was being planned.
“Weak excuse for out race…” Izanagi grumbled as he entered the building that the monkeys called a hotel. While it was no doubt exquisite to most saiyans it fell far short of what Izanagi expected his quarters to be. The one nice feature that Izanagi actually enjoyed was a view of the space port. He was able to chart and record of any arrivals or departures. And on this particular day the space port was buzzing like a shaken hive of bees. Little monkeys and monkey allies scrambled around the buildings and launch pads as he watched a knowing smile crept across his face.
The young namekian walked across the room and pull the transmitter out from a hidden panel that he had created in the sad excuse of a hotel room. With a quick button push the small device expanded and a display hud appeared. Izanagi fiddled around on it a little bit and opened up the recorder. He spoke into it plainly. He reported on the immense amount of people that he had deemed important enough to observe. This included not only the people involved with the tournament but also the officials in the government that were in positions of power, anyone that could possibly pose a problem in his father’s upcoming plan, rumors concerning lovers to the two strongest saiyans, Boliko and Rensou, while it could be possibly false he figured he would provide his father with any information that may be useful to harm the dynamic duo. Then there were the alliances that he was able to retrieve information about which included everything from Namek to the planet of Nor which after reading about Izanagi had become fascinated with. He decided that he would love to rule over the planet.
Izanagi glanced over his shoulder again and to his delight the Saiyans had begun to make their move. Ships began to launch into the air like Asian carp in the Mississippi river when a boat went by. The young devil child was able to sense the most powerful warriors amongst the mass exodus and he began to chuckle to himself. He walked over to the transmitter and pressed the record button and with great joy in his voice he stated.
“I am very happy to report that the Saiyans have begun to leave the planet Vegeta. According to the information I have gathered they are headed towards Kold. They are planning a full scale invasion and hoping to dethrone Suki in one swift powerful blow. Without aid the WTO will be hard pressed to find victory. In my own personal opinion father they could eliminate enough of each that both will be removed from the board. I am attaching all the reports that I have gathered since arriving here. The monkeys, for being militaristic, have very lax security around their information hubs. It was really too easy. Anyways my recommendation is to move forward with our plans. It is time you came and saw me father. It is time the monkeys are put in their place.” Izanagi spoke with malice.
With another quick button clicks he sent all of the reports that he had gathered to his father. It was only a matter of time now that he and his father sat upon the throne of Vegeta with everyone pathetic sole dead or groveling for mercy. He chuckled to himself again. Maybe he could find a way to kill off his pathetic excuse for a brother Yami in the middle of the battles. Only time could tell though.
PL please. I am new with weights so I am not sure if my heavy weights count in this. If they do add that in please.
Izanagi moved in and out of the crowd undetected by most people. Part of the reason being that he decided to just float along thanks to his telekinesis and then the other reason was that he was a great deal smaller than the average saiyan. None of the pathetic monkeys even bothered to look down which left Izanagi with a relatively nice area where he would be undisturbed. As he grew closer to his destination he luckily moved out of the way of some drunken fool spitting on the ground. The drunk did not seem to be cognoscente of his surroundings let alone how these weak creatures should be treating him. Granted they were all a great deal more powerful than the average human they were far from even being close to his power level.
“Disgusting worms…” Izanagi mumbled under his breath as he continued to weave in and out of the crowd. Every once and a while some monkey would make a comment on ‘the pipsqueak’ but he had been instructed by his father to not kill anyone while he was on Vegeta. This had been becoming increasingly harder with each passing day as they had begun to wear away at his patience. After the ship had landed in the Scorched Plains his father gave him very explicit instructions: travel to Saru City, spy on the inhabitants and the participants in the tournament that was about to commence, to report back to his father with the information through an encrypted transmitter that had been given to him, and to above all else not delve into his bloodlust even a little bit by killing a single person.
The first part of his mission was a piece of cake. Apparently the monkey king, Boliko, had made an alliance with the planet Namek. The leader of which was referred to Elder Carnel, who after a little bit of research on Izanagi’s part, seemed to be a weak leader and easily enough to dispose of when his father turned his attention to the planet. The tournament proved to be more of a boon than he could ever have hoped for. He was able to gather some initial data on the saiyan general Rensou Hiruen by watching his actions and sensing his power level. But it was all rather vague as he was not able to get any definitive data on him without watching him fight. Izanagi was able to successfully record techniques by Ericnox, Yuumaru, Brandon Potter, Tomatah, Tsuken Hiruen, and Basna. At the very sight of Basna Izanagi had to make sure that he did not gag. The namek was weak in comparison to his father and would prove to be little obstacle as to what was being planned.
“Weak excuse for out race…” Izanagi grumbled as he entered the building that the monkeys called a hotel. While it was no doubt exquisite to most saiyans it fell far short of what Izanagi expected his quarters to be. The one nice feature that Izanagi actually enjoyed was a view of the space port. He was able to chart and record of any arrivals or departures. And on this particular day the space port was buzzing like a shaken hive of bees. Little monkeys and monkey allies scrambled around the buildings and launch pads as he watched a knowing smile crept across his face.
The young namekian walked across the room and pull the transmitter out from a hidden panel that he had created in the sad excuse of a hotel room. With a quick button push the small device expanded and a display hud appeared. Izanagi fiddled around on it a little bit and opened up the recorder. He spoke into it plainly. He reported on the immense amount of people that he had deemed important enough to observe. This included not only the people involved with the tournament but also the officials in the government that were in positions of power, anyone that could possibly pose a problem in his father’s upcoming plan, rumors concerning lovers to the two strongest saiyans, Boliko and Rensou, while it could be possibly false he figured he would provide his father with any information that may be useful to harm the dynamic duo. Then there were the alliances that he was able to retrieve information about which included everything from Namek to the planet of Nor which after reading about Izanagi had become fascinated with. He decided that he would love to rule over the planet.
Izanagi glanced over his shoulder again and to his delight the Saiyans had begun to make their move. Ships began to launch into the air like Asian carp in the Mississippi river when a boat went by. The young devil child was able to sense the most powerful warriors amongst the mass exodus and he began to chuckle to himself. He walked over to the transmitter and pressed the record button and with great joy in his voice he stated.
“I am very happy to report that the Saiyans have begun to leave the planet Vegeta. According to the information I have gathered they are headed towards Kold. They are planning a full scale invasion and hoping to dethrone Suki in one swift powerful blow. Without aid the WTO will be hard pressed to find victory. In my own personal opinion father they could eliminate enough of each that both will be removed from the board. I am attaching all the reports that I have gathered since arriving here. The monkeys, for being militaristic, have very lax security around their information hubs. It was really too easy. Anyways my recommendation is to move forward with our plans. It is time you came and saw me father. It is time the monkeys are put in their place.” Izanagi spoke with malice.
With another quick button clicks he sent all of the reports that he had gathered to his father. It was only a matter of time now that he and his father sat upon the throne of Vegeta with everyone pathetic sole dead or groveling for mercy. He chuckled to himself again. Maybe he could find a way to kill off his pathetic excuse for a brother Yami in the middle of the battles. Only time could tell though.
PL please. I am new with weights so I am not sure if my heavy weights count in this. If they do add that in please.
