Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2013 3:16:55 GMT -5
With coal eyes, the father watched on as his progeny went through the motions of combat. Despite his age and inexperience, Saiyan tenacity and overwhelming instinct had lent the tiny prodigy the overwhelming ability to fight, and fight well, since the moment he could walk. The child parried, his young legs recoiling with the blow of his foe and bringing him back forward into a counterstrike that made the father proud. Tsuken bounded forward, pursuing the quarry like the hunter he would one day become. Already, the elder Saiyan found himself envying the boy's ability to control his energies and use them to devastating effect. As his child was tackled to the ground for his overzealous efforts towards the first Saiba, the father recalled a distant memory~[/u]--------------------
Rensou Hiruen had disobeyed protocol. Not months after he had been returned to life, he had led a team of three other Saiyans on mission after mission – sadly, all the worlds they conquered had been for naught, as his traitorous former officers had pitched their lot in with the World Trade and were secretly using their devilish connection to grow wealthy. . .with the pregnancy of Sessa Anana, the opportunity had arisen to forever lock Rensou Hiruen's might under their command, as well as the Saiyan elite.
The ultimatum had been to kidnap the child of the Hiruen clansmen~
“You're supposed to be on Marvok, Hiruen!” the voice of Tato had startled the scarred fighter as he stared with loving eyes at his newborn son, resting peacefully and with his newborn strength brimming. The scouter had identified his strength at birth at well over nine hundred units of fighting marvel, and Rensou could not be prouder.
“Can I hold him?” he had asked, his eyes starry and his hopes soaring.
“. . .I'm afraid not, Rensou,” Tato answered, a malicious grin spreading over his features that immediately set Rensou on edge.
“I'm sorry to inform you that your child now belongs to us and will remain alive as long as you continue your work, Saiyan,” and at the proclamation the former general stepped forward, a sudden blazing hatred in his eyes. Those eyes flashed teal, and the hair lifted, but the transformation would not come until he faced Touketsuki Yakedo, in a second bout he was not even aware of at this point.
“I'd calm myself if I were you, Hiruen,” Tato chuckled, and Rensou halted in his tracks, suddenly aware of the awry situation presented. They had his child. Therefore, they had him. . .for now.
“Or you'll kill my son, Tato!?” Rensou finished, already well aware of what was at hand here, partially. Tato merely nodded, and defeated and with all his hope washed away, Rensou stepped past him, giving his former ally a wide berth. The Saiyan would not hold his young child for months, not until he found Boliko Koregutsu on Nor and secured his assistance in recovering his boy and slaughtering these traitors.
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[/u]The boy pressed down with his little arms, his cute faced locked in a smug expression of pain and anger; the two Saiba were presenting him with difficulty. Before, there had only been one to deal with, but now papa insisted that he try his hand against a pair of the creatures at once. Tsuken held much disdain in his heart for these creatures his father described as lowly and expendable, and the young mind was beginning to adopt the same reasoning. Despite the opinions of his father, the young Hiruen had come to these conclusions entirely on his own: butterflies were pretty and clumsy in flight, and he loved to laugh and chase them around the lawn of the Hiruen estate. These Saiba, however, were mean! A growl rose through his vocals as the arms pushed him to his feet. Once upon them, the boy flipped over the back of the attacking Saibaman as it bolted harmlessly under him.
The toe of his boot touched down upon the white, blazed over with the red of the gravity chamber. Vegetan-borne, Tsuken was already well accustomed to the rigors of gravity, though the current weight upon his tiny shoulders was two-fold the typical level he experienced outside the gravity chamber located on the grounds of his home. Finely balanced, he lifted his arms and pointed them towards the two beasts some five meters from him, the one he had struck with his fist now standing and snarling, the other finally beginning to turn. . .
A timed bolt of energy shuddered up the young muscle and lashed out, a purple bolt of his ki followed by another. The first blast erupted from the right palm, and a second followed from the left. Struck hard, the Saibaman in mid-turn tumbled backwards and knocked over his mate, only for them both to receive the brunt of the second shot. Again and again Tsuken fired, his lungs sucking in oxygen and casting it out with every repetition. Firing away, the Saiyan boy began to cover the affected area with a could of after-effect from his purple barrage.
“Ha! Ha! Yah! Haaaaaaaaa!” he exclaimed, the targets becoming increasing bruised and battered as the forehead of the kid began to drip with sweat, his lip bloody from his impact against the floor. The spittle and the blood sprayed outward as his anger grew, the mouth upon his pristine and innocent features pounding with pain. These things knew only violence, and with that in mind the boy resolved himself to hurt them to the greatest extent of his ability, though he had never killed a single living creature in all his life.
With three more thrust of his piston-like arms, the boy added six more bolts of energy to his spray of power before he lowered his arms and let the smoke and dust settle. One of the Saiba glared at his oppressor from his hands and knees, the other already unconscious and gushing purplish blood. Tsuken turned his brown eyes to the blacks of his father, seeking his approval. Rensou smiled, standing in the corner and watching his child work with much attention and interest. The elder Saiyan gave a nod.
“I 'un 'anna dem'ah die, papa,” Tsuken stated, his demeanor suddenly relaxed as the Saiba still stared daggers at him. The son was finished, and the father knew it very well. Seven times Rensou had pitted his child against these mindless animals, and seven times he had spared them each and every time. Still, the father did not press his child to take life. Rensou recalled the first time he had slain a boy in an alleyway over a scrap of bread, but both children were literally starving and had been forced into the fight – one of them was dead anyway, and with that resolve the elder Hiruen had taken life at the young age of eight.
Tsuken, however, would be given the opportunity to choose his own path into manhood. Despite the general Saiyan perception that alien races were all vastly inferior to their own blood, Rensou was beginning to see differently : thus, he never pressed his child into racial prejudice and with that, the issue of life and death. With a bright smile, the father approached his child and ruffled his hair. “Go and see if Sessa will put some ice on that lip, Tsu,” he said, and Tsuken nodded vigorously before he bounded out of the gravity chamber, the level adjusting to normal as the doors opened before resuming ten-times amplification as they slid shut behind the child.
Rensou cast his eyes upon the snarling creature, helpless, and flashed before it with a Zanzoken. A shin against skull took the fire from the eyes, and a step forward and angled arm fired a bolt of his own cyan down to finish the second creature. Hiruen mercy, ha! Such things were only allowed for the child, and these creatures were dead at any rate. “Shut down the gravity, Ayleen,” the scarry fighter ordered as he went to spend more time with his son. . .the punch he had thrown could use a bit more technique, he thought, and faster execution.[/font][/blockquote][/size]