Nam Arrives to Vegeta (Komatsuna)

[Nam Reikonaga]

Space… truly the final frontier… Nam had been awake during most of the trip, he couldn’t bear to close his eyes knowing he was in the vacuum of space with nothing but a little space pod keeping him alive. It was both eternally frightening and infinitely intriguing. Most of what he had seen was nothing but utter darkness, and a single malfunction could cause him his life. He gazed down –or rather, his perception of what ‘down’ is in a place where direction was lost. He glanced up, and it was all the same. Nothing but small dots of light as far as the eye could see. Other than the monitor on his space pod, he didn’t have any real assurance that he was actually arriving anywhere at all. The possibility of getting lost in this void and never seeing earth was a very real outcome to him and the thought was ghastly. The only other place he could compare this to was the Hyperbolic Time Chamber back in Kami’s Lookout. He never went very deep, fearing he might get lost forever.

He leaned forward to take a closer look and rest a hand over the glass. It was cold and his breath dampened it as his eyes wandered amazed. Under all this fear, speculation, and mind throbbing thoughts, he had witnessed some incredible and beautiful constellations and phenonmenons he would have never seen anywhere else. Asteroids, nebulas, what seemed like earth’s blue sky, rimmed by golden red clouds; giving it a heavenly aspect. Colorful lights bursting at the seams with shades of purple, blue, red –even yellow. Stars everywhere, a colorful and inexplicable spiral… But regardless of all the beautiful and outstanding scenery he had witnessed, no matter the combination of colors and clusters the mind could think of –for some reason, none of them beat the captivating panorama of Planet Earth, shrinking behind him as he drifted away.

The round, blue planet was beautiful. It was so mystical and interesting and rare and odd… It was odd to view his home from such a perspective he had never imagined. Nam had been to space before –the Intergalactic Tournament-, but never had he experienced it at such depth. Never had he seen an entire planet before his eyes. He almost wanted to exit the space pod and observe it without frames and indulge the picturesque glorious image. He had realized how small he truly was compared to the universe. For the first time, he felt like he had woken up from a deep and long slumber. He felt, without a doubt, that a god must have created all of this –otherwise, where did it come from?

A faint sound of static could be heard uprising within the silence of his confined and limited space. He moaned as he came to.

“Serori…”

Nam’s eyes slowly opened. “Huh?”

Static accompanied the familiar voice he had heard on the radio. It seemed that during his slumber, his hand had accidentally fallen over and turned it back on. It was a dangerous realization for the emergency exit was just above it, protected by glass. Nam’s retracted his hand immediately and cringed. He could have suffocated.

“I am sending you this video because the time of my judgment has come…” Nam let out a small gasp, realizing whose voice this belonged to. He hadn’t heard of him for five years since their encounter –neither had he heard of Serori- so it was surprising to suddenly hear their names.

“At the end of our treaty I did expect retaliation; and thus, sent you off planet to do some meaningless task. However, if you are getting this message it means that I will soon be dead…” his eyes dilated. “What?” he said. “What’s happening?”

“I have had this pre-recording for some time, and so the details of my death are unknown however following this video there will be a full report sent in from my own dossier, with specific instructions. Please follow them directly, if only as a final will to myself. Firstly I would like to thank you...”

As this was only audio, Nam could not see or know the state in which Touketsuki Yakedo was broadcasting this, but he could imagine it vividly with the tone, the shaken voice, and the way he spoke. Although, picturing him the way he was, it wasn’t like Touketsuki at all.

“...Thank you for reminding me that I am not some heartless monster....Serori nobody, not even myself believed that I was anything but a tyrant bent on the pain and destruction of others. But you proved them all wrong Ser...you proved me wrong. But my time has come, I have done terrible things to many people, and my time to pay for those things is here, and I accept it with open arms. Here are my instructions for you, as the new leader of the World Trade Organization.”

Again, it was confusing. Nam remembered a vivid conversation five years ago with the tyrant. He was buying time for the others to gather the remaining dragon balls and find Captain Royd Eris. The galactic lizard had clearly stated how he was the one to murder his entire family –and he said it with such a pride and cold, chauvinistic demeanor.

“Why…”

The saiyan glanced back at the white lizard as they flew rapidly over the barren lands of what once used to be Central City. “Why do you do the things you do? What are your reasons?”

"Hm, Earthling you might be surprised to know that you are the only person to ever ask me that question, so listen closely I dont like repeating myself." He replied. "I was the youngest in a family of five, and I grew up in a household of love and happiness. I was given everything I ever asked, had loving parents and good friends. I had no enemies, and I was taught manners and respect from a young age. My father taught me to fight as means to defend myself, and my brothers playfully taught me how to use our mental talents.”

"So why do I go after planets, extort money and power, and then leave them for dead...well."

Nam stared anxiously as he awaited the answer.

“Because I can…”

So why? He thought. Why now? Why did Touketsuki show remorse now when he had done so many terrible things, knowingly. It was surprising enough to witness him leaving when Serori expressed her feelings to him, but this was just…

“Secondly,” he continued. Nam’s undivided attention was focused on the transmission. “And I cannot stress this enough.” He said. “Stay away from Earth, and the Government Special Forces.”

“Geurin is a lying snake. He is deceitful, and if his legend is anything at all like it sounds, then he will only bring you chaos and instability. No matter what he says, no matter what he does. Do not allow him near you unless you plan to kill him. Lets face it, Nam was right to try and kill me...and Nam is certainly not in favor of him...Let Earth resolve their own issue's it is none of our business and we should be focused on the saiyans.”

Nam was surprised to hear his name mentioned. How did he know about him? Nam hadn’t heard from Touketsuki Yakedo until just now, but from the sound of it, he was relatively up-to-date and informed about his endeavors and earth’s internal political struggles. After that, silence. For a moment he thought the transmission had ended, but it didn’t sound like an ending. There was only static. Air was silently and slowly exhaled from his lungs as he stared at the radio.

“I am sorry Serori…” Nam’s attention was renewed to find out that it was still going. “You deserve so much better than me. You are faithful, supportive, and loving. I have not earned such an incredible gift, and I have proven that far too many times to count...”

"It was my job to repay my awful debt. To make sure that tyrants like Geurin, or confused Napoleans like Boliko did not wreak havoc on the universe. I dug my own grave, and it was my responsibility to build my way back up. And finally I will have a clean slate...So my final words to you are this...”


“Don’t avenge me.”

“If you seek revenge, it will only continue this cycle of death, and hatred. Your job now is to be there for our people. I wouldn’t ever ask you to do that on your own...if I wasnt so sure it’s what you would want to do...Farewell my love...be strong…”


Nam was silent. It almost seemed like this wasn’t Touketsuki at all. He was still having a hard time believing it. Just what could have happened? The transmission ended just like that and left behind nothing but static. He turned the radio back off and stared into blank space, trying to make sense of things. “Don’t avenge me?” he repeated. Did someone attack him? It wasn’t really a surprise, knowing everything he had done of Earth. But it had been so long since those events unfold. If it were for Nam, everything was forgiven. There never were many casualties; the man had stopped before the scar had gone too deep and retreated. Ever since, he had never returned. From that last encounter, he had a glimpse of a different and hidden nature. Like, perhaps, he wasn’t all he appeared to be. If anyone could turn him around, it was Serori –and from the sound of it, she did. Regardless, he’s dead.

He couldn’t understand why, but hearing the broadcast; discovering his death after so long, the saiyan actually felt sad. He actually felt –no matter how illogical and ridiculous it seemed- he felt like he had lost an old friend… He covered his mouth with a hand and stared pensively into space. He had been so focused on the broadcast that he hadn’t noticed a giant and red planet in front of his window. He glanced at the monitor.

“Destination: Vegeta. Approx. Landing: 30 minutes.”

The space pod shook as it began to enter the atmosphere. The planet seemed beautiful from this perspective. His favorite color was red, so that was a plus, but it still didn’t beat Planet Earth. His second home, he thought. This was where his father came from; the source of his saiyan heritage, and perhaps, the only remaining relative. If they saw each other, assuming the man was still alive, would they recognize each other? Would he care? All this thoughts began to run into his mind as the cold temperature was swayed away by the flamed that surrounded the falling space pod.

"The fact remains that if you do in fact decide to go to vegeta, you will die. Take my word for it. I would suggest Amazonica, Thats where your femanine friend is from right? Or perhaps Kanassa, you know Yakedo owns that one. The point is, you should choose wisely your destination...Thats really all I have to say"

Those were Geurin’s last words before he had taken off, and the reason why he had told Maruca and Toshiro to change course for Amazonica. He wondered if they had arrived yet. It probably wouldn’t be long before they found out Nam wasn’t coming at all. And if what Geurin said had any truth, they might not even see him ever again…

Nam gasped; dilated eyes gazing through the window. He’d be leaning over it if he weren’t pinned against his seat by the rapidly descending space pod. Below was a city. Destroyed buildings and fire everywhere. The populace was so scarce that he could sense their individual energy signatures without getting a headache. And the few he did sense were struggling amongst themselves and fighting in such chaos. Many power levels suddenly vanished in one fell swoop. It was dreadfully terrifying.

“I would hate for your entire crew to leave...only to be murdered upon arrival"

The words kept ringing through his head. What’s going on? Everywhere he looked there was chaos. At home, he was chased off his own planet. Touketsuki Yakedo is dead… and now this… was the entire universe struggling so? Or was trouble fated to follow the saiyan wherever he went? This is terrible, he thought. Where was the Solar Saiyan Empire? Why weren’t they protecting their civilians? Who was causing this madness?

It was then, in that very moment, the instance he asked himself that question he felt the all too familiar energy of such a dreadful being who had cursed the land with his presence. It was truly the only person he could think of who was capable of this, and it was the same person who warned him not to come. Who tried to scare him away. The thought sunk in and everything started to stick together. Nam’s eyes furrowed and his teeth clenched as he uttered the name of the man.

“Geurin!”

*BOOM*

The space pod crash landed and engraved a new crater onto the already barren land of what Nam would learn to call Vegeta. Smoke lifted, debris and dust rolled from the seams and faded.

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Komatsuna had been minding his own business, visiting the site of his old home. He still didn't know where his father was; he had left no trace. Everything of value, sentimental or otherwise, anything that might have left a clue, was gone. No dust, no hair, no skin, clothes, books, papers, pens, absolutely nothing. It made Komatsuna furious. He had only been gone five years, and his father couldn't have waited that long?

He had been pacing in the former living room, in front of the barren stone fireplace. His feet ran through the worn floor boards, already worn from his father before him. Pacing, thinking. Only five years...that couldn't have been too long, even in terms of a human. Five was the time that it took for them to grow to a good age of contemplation and understanding, to begin training here on Vegeta, if they were late bloomers. Five was nothing...and yet, it seemed that everything had changed since he left.

Finally he decided to sit on the couch. The black velvet sank underneath him, yielding to his half robotic, half flesh body, trying to conform to a backside it was used to, but was no longer here. He turned on the television, and at first all that came up was static. This quickly gave way to a picture of someone whom he knew all too well.

Meredith Redthew, or so she had called herself when they had first met. It had been Komatsuna who had given her her Saiyan name which she'd taken up. Serori Satsumaimo was who was on the screen, and she was a far different person from the Meredith Redthew Komatsuna had first met. From her body language to her face, she looked older, like life had taken a toll, yet at the same time still beautiful. Something bad had happened while Komatsuna had been absent, and though he wasn't quite sure what, he was about to find out.

Serori stood before him on the television, wearing white and purple, a lilac at her throat. Her hair was blond, and standing up, her aura a matching yellow. Komatsuna had never before seen this part of her...or maybe it was another thing that had changed while he was away. The outfit she wore made her look like an Arcosian, one of the Icers whom Saiyans were known to Loathe. Why she would take on that look was anybody's guess.

The transmission finally properly begun, and Komatsuna stared, jaw gaping as information poured from the screen. It seemed his whole life had just been turned upside down in just a few seconds. He was incapable of thought or feeling as the words flowed through his ears and into his brains. Words that Serori had married an Icer, and not just any Icer, the one and only Touketsuki Yakedo. That Suki had reformed, although was still hated. How Geurin had apparently switched sides and taken control of the Earth. A few names went right past Komatsuna, as he was unfamiliar with them. But the amount of emotion that came from the screen was overwhelming.

When the transmission had finally stopped, Komatsuna sat there, still staring. After a few minutes, he finally remembered how to control his arm, and moved his hand over the black remote, switching off the television. He hadn't been ready for that much of a change, and it was kind of overwhelming. The woman he loved, the one who had caused him to leave Vegeta for Earth, the main reason he had accepted the demon's request. She had married the tyrant who had ravaged Earth. And now, she was a widow, probably never to marry again.

Komatsuna stood up, body shaking uncontrollably. He was very unused to this behavior, as his robot body did nothing of the sort. He decided that he needed fresh air, and went out through the back door, into the garden that his father used to tend. He hadn't been out here yet since his return, not willing to see the remnants. But to his surprise, what he found, instead of wilted, fallen plants, dead and decaying, was a large, trapezoidal stone. On it was his father's name, engraved deeply, and set with onyx against the grey of the grave head. His date of death had been less than a year after Komatsuna had left Vegeta, almost immediately after he had been sent to Other World.

Surrounding the grave were rings made of flowers. Rings of purple listhianthuses. They were growing around his grave marker as well, all through the garden. Someone must come by to take care of them, as all of them were fresh.

A silent tear slid down Komatsuna's face; another aspect of his new body that he was unused to. Wiping his eyes with the back of his wrist, he walked closer to the grave marker, looking down at it. He read the inscription several times over, each time feeling more and more sad. His father, his creator, was dead, he never left. Komatsuna knelt down slowly onto one knee, to pay his respects. As he did so, his knee landed on something that made a rattling noise, like paper. Looking down, Komatsuna reached underneath his leg, and pulled out a ripped, torn, worn piece of parchment.

It had been pegged to the ground, so it wouldn't be blown away. But nothing had protected it from the elements. Komatsuna could only discern a few words on it:

D..r Komat..na,

Wh.. .. ...... . .... d.ad..... .. ... .. ... .. .....thi..... . . ... dr...dfully sorry.................... ....... . Kat..ina. . .. ....as..... ......... .. .. . katana, mad.. ... . .... .. . stronge.. .. .. . . al. ... . .. .. . flo.. .. . .. rds .. . . . . .. ... . Ear.... Se... .... .. ... .. . edo ... ... .. ....... ... .. ...... .ach............. ... .. ...... . . ..ce .. ... . .. .. .. .

Love,
Your F.. .. .r

Komatsuna read the note several times before his eyes began to decipher what the elements had destroyed. Most of the note still was unreadable, but Komatsuna could guess at certain words. There was one thing he knew, and that was that his father had made him another katana. The words floorboards was hardly distinguishable, and he could be mistaken. There was someone named Katarina, although what his dad wanted to tell him about her, he wasn't sure. Serori was mentioned, along with either Suki Yakedo, or his father was referencing her marriage to Suki. Other than these few things Komatsuna could read no more.

He folded up the paper carefully, sticking it inside one of the pockets in his pants. He said a small prayer for his father, before reentering the house. If his father had left him a katana, then it would do well that he found it. There was a floor board that he and his dad used to use to leave stuff for one another, when one was going out on a trip, or wanted to give them something secret. It was to this one that he went first.

Komatsuna was surprised to find it empty.

He checked every loose floorboard in the house, in every room, and all were empty. Sighing, Komatsuna leaned up against the closet door in the kitchen, bringing his foot up against the wall. It slowly sank down as part of the board he was standing on sank into the ground. Startled, the makio-droid jumped forward. Turning around, he watched as the panels inside of the cupboard closet began to move themselves. Behind them was revealed a marvelous gleaming weapon.

Komatsuna reached gingerly into the newly revealed opening, gently lifting the blade from its wall hanger. He had never known about this spot, this place to store objects. His father was a clever man, he knew, but Komatsuna thought that he'd found all of his secret spots. Apparently not.

Komatsuna slipped his hand around the leather bound handle. The black leather was soft and supple, yet strong, not something to wear down in a hurry. The blade was balanced so well, that the object felt like nothing in his hand. There was no ornamentation at all, nothing on the blade, the handle, pommel, or hilt. Looking closer at the blade, Komatsuna realised that it had a blue hue, and was ever so slightly. He also noticed that a small amount of warmth radiated from the blade itself, and energy, as if it had its own power. The blade was indeed warm to the touch.

'There's no way,' Komatsuna thought to himself. He thought he knew what the blade was, but he had to try something first. Taking his forefinger, he ran it across the blade, letting out ki energy as he did. The ki melted seamlessly into it, letting off just a tad more heat. Komatsuna let out an unbelieving sigh.

His father had crafted a katana out of ki.

Komatsuna knew that it could be done, his father had had one that a master crafstman had made for him. It had cost a large sum of money, more than Komatsuna even thought his dad had. And yet, here was one, one that his dad had made himself.

Komatsuna knew all about he ki blades. They could withstand the strongest blow from any metal, and take a blow from a ki attack as well, without shattering. The wielder was able to put his own ki into it, to make it longer, larger, or even change its shape. However, there was a limit to them. They only had as much power as the person wielding them. Thus, Komatsuna would be unable to just run through the world, defeating every super villain he came across.

He then noticed a sheath in the recesses of the hidden opening. Reaching in, he pulled that out as well. It was made of an odd metal alloy, one that he couldn't quite put his name on. It was made specifically to be able to confine the ki blade. Since there shape could be changed, the sheath had to be made in a way that it would return the ki blade to its original shape when putting it away.

Komatsuna was overjoyed with his dad. He returned to the grave for another quick prayer, one of rejoice. Then, he headed out into Saru city itself, ready to go into the wilds to test out his new sword.

Had he not left right at that moment, he would have missed Nam's spacepod. As it was, he saw it come crashing down into the earth, a good bit away. Komatsuna had no way of knowing who it was. Amazed and curious, he activated his bukujutsu, flying over to the crash site. He would hover over the space pod, able to sense the powerful energy coming from within. He realised that if it was an Icer come to avenge his fallen Emperor, then he would be helpless. Hell, if it was anybody come in anger, and wanting to lay waste to Saru City, Komatsuna would be helpless to stop them. But that would not stop him.

When Nam steps out of the pod, Komatsuna will land, katana still in hand, but in a passive position. He will ask Nam "Who are you?"

((Ki Katana- this is my empowered weapon of my choosing in my arsenal, as a Makaioshin. Seeing as how Makioshin weapons are ki oriented, I don't think the the parameters that I've set are out of line))

[Nam Reikonaga]

He had been waiting for a door that never opened. Nam pressed onto the emergency exit button, shattering the glass, but the hatch still didn’t slide open. It seemed Geurin’s kick had done some damage and the pod was now malfunctioned. The radio and monitor were off as-well and nothing else was working. Nam slammed his fist onto the controls and leaned back on the chair. He sighed. Everything was starting to stack up into stress.

Nam bent his knees up and into his chest, promptly ramming them into the door and popping it out. The hatch came flying off the space pod and out of the crater. Nam climbed out looking to the sky. Zach… he thought, knitting his brows into a grimace. He hadn’t noticed it before, but that was definitely his power signature and he was much stronger now.

“Who are you?” a man asked. Nam turned to face him. He hadn’t detected his presence. He was to occupied with Geurin and Zach.

“My name is Nam.” He said, observing the man. He lacked a saiyan tail. Did he cut it off? “I came here by King Boliko’s petition. Do you know where he is?” he asked, but before the man could even answer he jumped in with another question. “-Why aren’t they protecting their civilians?”

[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

The door that Nam had kicked off came flying towards Komatsuna. He barely dodged in time, turning his body sideways as the metal slab whistled past. After Nam replied to his question, the man fired off two more questions.

"Boliko's petition? He and most of the SSE left several days ago to attack Kold, in revenge for the slaughter they brought to Vegeta. They are protecting their citizens from another attack, a planned genocide of the Icer race." Komatsuna looked questioningly at |Nam. "is there something they need to protect Vegeta from?" The last time that Komatsuna had been in the physical realm the only enemies were the WTO and SSE. He had no idea that there even was a GSF or KGSF.

Komatsuna had been occupied for the past several days with his own thoughts and trying to catch up. He had noticed the new powerlevels, but never noticed just how powerful they were. When Nam asked his question, it brought Komatsuna's attention to them. One was unfamiliar, the larger of the two. The second though was one that he'd met on Earth.

"Zach?!" Komatsuna blurted out without thinking. he turned to face Nam. "What...what is he doing here? and who is that other large power?"

[NamBass]

You realize all building around them are on fire and broken down, right? xP

[Nam Reikonaga]

“Genocide!?” he repeated in disbelief. “Slaughter…?” This man had just told the world to Nam. The news he witnessed now fit in perfectly with the transmission he listened to just a few moments ago. Touketsuki and his race were being attacked this very moment. And Geurin… he looked towards the green goblin’s direction with a baffled expression. Geurin was taking advantage of their absence. Nam’s gaze dropped back to the ground at the stranger’s feet. What should he do now?

It seemed, according to this man, that Touketsuki Yakedo had committed genocide against the saiyan race. And now Boliko Koregutsu and his people are out seeking revenge. Nam didn’t know how he felt. Certainly, it must have been terrible to watch your entire race slaughtered by the hands of lizard; something Nam and his friends managed to avoid. But an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind. Maybe it was just him, but the SSE’s actions have now caused Nam to doubt their alliance…

“The saiyans, they aren’t like you, Nam. You cannot trust in them as a true ally, even if you face a common foe. If you seek them out… beware. Trading one tyrant for another will do nothing for your cause.

Nam smirked. Even now, Tenshu was lecturing him from the great beyond. Regardless, there was a decision to be made; like the Icers, the saiyan populace had nothing to do with this war. Nam had to put a stop to this. If every leader, from Kold to Earth – from Touketsuki to Zach, seeked out revenge; then this meant that the people of Earth would be the next victims of genocide, by the hands of saiyans…

The half-saiyan glanced at the stranger. “You know Zach?” he asked, but immediately realized they were wasting time with mundane trivialities. “Look around you,” he said. Beyond the walls of their small crater, they were surrounded by fire, debris and death. It was a scent he had never experienced. War was a foreign concept to Nam. He knew what it was –but he didn’t know what it meant. How could this man not know what was happening?

“The other man is called Geurin.” Nam replied. Putting the pieces together he was able to form everything that has been occurring as a panorama. He suddenly had a wide-eye view of everything occurring in ‘their’ universe, as in, the universe they currently know of. “While your King has led your entire military to seek revenge into foreign territory, the tyrant in mine has come to slaughter your people just like Touketsuki had years ago.”

Nam pointed to the sky. “That power level is Geurin, he’s the man that needs to be stopped –not Touketsuki.” But enough preaching; they needed action. They needed a plan and so far Nam’s plan was to rush into the fray and possibly die in a strange land away from home unless there was something to work with.

“What’s your name?” he asked. “We need to find every battle ready person within Saru City. Did the Saiyan Empire not leave anyone behind?” if they didn’t, then it meant that Vegeta’s people were solely and solemnly in Nam’s hands.

“I would hate for your entire crew to leave...only to be murdered upon arrival"

Murdered by the very same…

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The two warriors would hear a menacing chuckle and a light tapping as a newcomer landed against the rough ground of Vegeta. The black skin of the new arrival gleaming as the sun shined against it. The red beady eyes staring at the two warriors that stood in front of him. This new person was known as Masu, a devilishly evil majin. Of course, he had never met these two warriors, however he knew that one or even both were known by the mysterious green man he had meet earlier and Masu was here on that authority. Not wasting time, Masu would speak, eager to know if either was known as the green man’s friend.

“It’s nice to see the saiyans can cater to such promising powers. The majority is rather weak and useless. However…that’s not the point. Which one of you know a green man? Pointy ears and two Antennas. He mentioned a friend has landed and for me to greet them upon arrival. So which one of you is green man’s friend?” [/b]

When Masu finished speaking, he would grin showing his white sharp, shark like teeth. One of their power levels was above his own but just slightly, the other, was severely under his. And if one of them didn’t know the green man, well Masu was going to have fun killing them as they were ‘disposable’, however the green man’s friend...well Masu was going to have his fun with him as well.

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Komatsuna finally kicked his brain into gear, forgetting about his dad for the mean time. He took in the carnage, countenance becoming grim. Listening to Nam's words, he normally would have smiled as in jest, but now his features were hard.

"King? No. He is not my king. I am no Saiyan. I am an android...least I was til a young demon named Caius sent me to Other World five years ago. Now...I'm not really sure what I am." Komatsuna nodded to what Nam said. "Geurin...that name seems familiar...I thought he was one of Suki's goons? And yes, you are right. If things are as you say they are, and the transmission that Serori sent, then everybody's ideas are scattered and skewed. I'm not sure what help I may be...but I'll do what I can."

He looked down at his sword, as if to make sure it was still there. The things that were all happening, Geurin attacking Vegeta, Boliko attacking Kold...mass genocides were occurring and all that he had cared about was his father. He needed to act now.

"My name is Komatsuna...Nam, was it? Under normal circumstances, I'd say a pleasure to meet you. But I'll have to save the meet and greet for some other time. I don't know who all is left, but I doubt it would add any significant change to our numbers."

Suddenly, another powerlevel became apparent. Again, much higher than Komatsuna's, and not quite as high as Nam's. A black beast of a creature came out of the sky, landing with both feet on the ground. His skin was shiny, eyes red, and an evil presence came off of him. Komatsuna took a step back, raising his sword in front of him.

"I don't know of any green men, beast," he told Masu.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam nodded, agreeing with Komatsuna’s statement. This was definitely not the time for cordial salutations and what not, “we’ll need anyone we can get…” he said. It didn’t matter whether they’d make a significant change in their numbers, but Nam couldn’t beat Geurin alone. Even one more person with similar power as Komatsuna would be enough to make the green goblin run for his money. But at the moment there was something much more serious and gruesome Nam had to pay attention to. He gazed at the sky, where Zach was. His energy was monstrous and raging over the bloody skies of Vegeta.

“Zach… what have you done?” he said, and what is he about to do? The angry power emitting from the blond man was full of darkness, hatred, and a strong urge for revenge that even made Nam shake in its presence. Zach had to be stopped before he committed something he might regret later. Before he becomes the very monster that destroyed his family; regardless, Nam knew where he must go, but he was stopped by another shady being.

“It’s nice to see the saiyans can cater to such promising powers.” The man said.

Nam glanced at the figure standing at the foot of his crater. For a moment, his appearance flashed another’s; that of Meishi, but this wasn’t Meishi. This was a much darker individual in both color and mind. It appeared that Komatsuna could sense that horrible aura coming from the man too for he stepped back and aimed his sword at the creature.

“You’re a majin, aren’t you?” he said, recalling to his knowledge on such an odd species this was just the fourth time in his entire life that he had witnessed such a being –then again, that was still more than the amount of namekians he had seen; Gurin and Tenshu, Geurin didn’t count.

Green man? Pointy ears? Antennaes? That picture definitely reminded him of the only similar being. It seemed the aura that reeked of darkness persisted in this being for a good reason. He was brought here to antagonize Nam. He knows I’m here… Nam thought. But why would Geurin send in someone like this? Surely he knew that the majin stood no chance against him. Although, Nam didn’t want to waste time with this thing, he had better places to be right now.

“Green man? Never heard of him.” He lied with a confident and firm confirmation. He stood up straight to face the being. If there was ever a good side about Nam’s seemingly emotionless, stagnant and ever so dull expression –it was his poker face. Nobody could ever possibly know he was lying –but they could guess…

Nam glanced at his new ally. “C’mon Komatsuna, we’ve got places to go…” he said, walking right past the black majin if he wasn’t stopped.

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Masu red gleaming eyes watched as the first man, the one with the sword, firmly said he did not know of a green man and even raised his sword to him. Masu grinned devilishly and then listened as the other questioned what he was, mentioning majin and then saying he didn’t know of the green man either. This made Masu sad and angry. One of them was lying..one of them had to be, one of them knew the green man and Masu would find out. Masu opened his mouth to speak.

“Majin...yes, my creator once called me that, but I am known by Masu.” [/b]

Masu then watched as the stronger warrior turned to leave, telling the other warrior to follow. Masu frowned in anger as he stepped forward and held out his fist, his voice angered as he spoke again.

“HEY!!! You not leave Yet!! I know one of you knows green man!!! Green man has no reason to lie!!! He told Masu to find his friend and his friend Masu will find!! NOW TELL ME WHO IS HIS FRIEND!!” [/b]

Masu was angry, and smoke bellowed out of the holes that were atop his head. He was not going to fail the first assignment he was given by the green man, even if it meant dragging people he wasn’t sure about, back to the green man to ensure that at least one of them was known by the green man. He would gather up the entire population of Saru to ensure his success. To him, right now, nothing was going to stop him or get in his way.

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Komatsuna listened to the two converse, using his neuro-sensors to take in information. The black beast was known as a Majin...whatever that was. Komatsuna would store that for a later time to research, if he made it out alive. The black Majin said that he was created, but called Masu. The "green man" had sent Masu to find the green man's friend. As far as Komatsuna knew, it was neither of them. The black being could go on its way.

“C’mon Komatsuna, we’ve got places to go…”

Komatsuna nodded, putting his ki blade back into its sheathe, on his back. He followed Nam, walking past Masu. He held his breath to still his beating heart; they'd barely made it out without a fight. Komatsuna wasn't quite sure what kind of creature Masu was, but he didn't want to have to find out through a fight. He vastly outpowered Komatsuna, even in his transformed state, which the makaioshin hadn't tried out yet.

“HEY!!! You not leave Yet!! I know one of you knows green man!!! Green man has no reason to lie!!! He told Masu to find his friend and his friend Masu will find!! NOW TELL ME WHO IS HIS FRIEND!!”

'Just ignore him,' Komatsuna thought to himself, as they walked silently by.

[Nam Reikonaga]

(Sorry Komatsuna... xD)

Nam stopped and glared at the persistent majin. There was a time limit and he was starting to get annoying. He grimaced and looked past the black being. There was no time… Zach’s energy was monstrous and he doubted he could stop him now. But regardless, he needed to try. The entire city was about to be blown up just like Central City back on Earth –and Mt. Paozu. Everywhere he went things were exactly the same whether the enemy was a majin, a lizard –or his friend…

Nam stared into Masu’s eyes. “If you want to find the Geurin’s friend… you’re looking at him.” Right after those last words, Nam’s eyes went teal and his hair rose into golden locks. A gust of wind pushed out around them as his golden aura flared once again. Eyes full of… sadness… disappointment… Nam told Masu who he was for one reason, he didn’t want him attacking Komatsuna, but sadly, the android would have to fend for himself for as long as he could –else they would all disappear from the face of this planet.

The golden warrior glanced back at Komatsuna, “can you fly? Try to follow me as fast as you can… I’m sorry…” he looked to the sky where the big energy was at. “But I’m gonna have to leave you…” his aura burst around him and flared wildly, the ground cracking beneath him as he impulsed himself into the air and ricochet in the air. He looked at Masu one last time before take-off and said, “come get me,” as a last attempt to make the majin forget about Komatsuna and follow the green man’s ‘friend’.

(PL + heavy Weights + plot?)

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Masu watched in anger as they walked past him, seemingly at first to ignore is raging words completely. He was about to send out an energy blast almost immediately had it not been for the words of the stronger warrior. ‘If you want the Geurin’s friend, you/re looking at him’ His anger expression immediately turned to confusement. Geurin? Is that the green man’s name? Masu then watched as the stronger warrior started to change, his appearance forming into one Masu had already seen before in a fight, more golden hair, and more power. Great power. Masu was again taken back at how much power these saiyans had…this warrior…was a saiyan as well. Had to be. Could all saiyans go gold? Could they all gain tremendous power like this? Masu wanted to know. His curiosity had gotten to him now.

His red eyes then watched as the saiyan took off, Masu grew angry again. His reasoning, the saiyan leaving and now coming back with him to ‘Geurin’, but what angered him the most, Masu didn’t get to ask about the gold power. Letting loose his anger as his Black aura flared around him, also crushing the rocks around him as his anger shown through his yelling and flaming black aura. Masu would then take off, forgetting about the other warrior and now more focused on the golden warrior that was now getting away from him.

Masu was going to put everything into catching up with the golden warrior, it was still his mission to bring back Geurin’s friend. And he would not fail that mission, as he flew through the Vegetian sky, his black aura still racing around him and his face in that of a frowning, anger look. His face was snarled as he raced after the saiyan, willing to chase the man around the entire world in order to get what he wanted.

(Leaving thread as well. PL please.)

[Geurin]

This was seriously not graded before our fight?
Leaving Masu ungraded since he got eated and quit
Nam: 1900
Komatsuna: 1300

No plot was given.