Insanity at its finest (Zach)

[Geurin]

Zach


Zach had been an interesting player in Geurin's game for many years. His ambition for success was great, and although he may not have been the most keen on situations, and certainly not the most benevolent of those said to be protecting the Earth, he certainly was a man of his own integrity, creating his own rules, and following them to the death, or rather near death as he so often seemed to come to terms with.

Zach had always been second best. To Yakedo, and Nam, and countless other fighters whom had surpassed him in fighting ability, and yet the man continued striving, and fighting, and training to come out on top.

Geurin was a warlock of sorts, this was not unknown. His dark abilities stretched widely when it came to the development of fighters. Mentally able to manipulate others was one thing, but it was time for Zach to come out of his shell, and he would do so on this trip even if it killed him in the process.

Zach had been invited to join Geurin in the Gravity chamber of the ship. While Geurin was capable of 55X normal gravity, Zach could go lower if he needed to. The table was set for zachs final training before the monkey invasion. Heads would roll.

[Zach]

The first day out on their voyage Zach was a little annoyed that he and Rito had essentially been kidnapped, however the teen's anger subsided quickly after their goal was made clear to him. The destruction of the monkey capital would go a long way towards ensuring Earth's safety. The changelings were reasonable in spite of being power hungry, they could at least be reasoned with or bribed. The Saiyans on the other hand were barbaric monsters. Deceitful, traitorous beasts that destroyed for the sheer pleasure of doing it. With their seat of power gone the universe would as a whole be safer and in particular, Earth. It was surprisingly easy for Zach to accept destroying a city, it was clean, simple revenge after all. Central City have been destroyed by these monsters, at least that's what the news told him, so destroying their capital was only fair.

His mood becoming less irritated, Zach followed Gurin to the ship's onboard training chamber. Rito was likely napping after their long flight to the ship or possibly eating in the galley, either was fine since the boy needed to recover. Zach though was ready for what ever the green man had in mind. Once the chamber was sealed, the blonde took it upon himself to set the gravitational controls, ramping the pull in the room to the highest he'd ever personally experienced, forty times normal Earth gravity. The teen's frame visibly tensed up as he strained to keep himself upright in the intense pull from the chamber's gravity generator. His muscles flexed and loosened with each movement, impeded both by his own mass and that of the training weights still imbedded in his clothing.

"Rrrr... Ok..." Zach grunted and turned to face Gurin. "What did you have in mind?" the boy asked. He'd never actually physically trained with either Gurin or Kami though so the blonde didn't know if Namekians had a special method to their training or if Gurin wanted to do something as silly as simply sun bathing in the gravity under a UV lamp, literally anything seemed possible with this man.

[Geurin]

The two men were nearly equal in height and Bulk. Geurin was no small Namek, and his strength spoke well enough in his favor to show off the swollen figure he was still boasting. Once Zach made it into the Gravity rich chamber, he immediately reacted to it, setting himself up for a successful session. But Geurin knew what the boy wanted. A physical spar was out of the question. Beating the hell out of each other would not cut it, and Zach was far beyond capable of doing that in a common setting. Zach needed a different training, one that would bring out his inner strength.

"Sit Zach, become comfortable"

He said, his hands guiding downward and leading the Namek down to the ground across from where he had motioned zach should sit. Crossing his legs, the minister was ready to begin his training with the disadvantaged human. It was time to bring out the true nature of Zach's power.

[Zach]

Raising his eyebrow when Gurin seated himself and asked the blonde to sit likewise, Zach approached to where he was supposed to stand and remained doing so for a moment. "I don't understand." the boy stated. "Why come in here and turn the machine on if we aren't going to spar?" he continued, asking for clarification. He wasn't going to be completely intransigent though and so after a moment the teenager stooped down to one knee and then in a rather ungainly fashion seated himself, although not very comfortably as the gravitational pull in the room made any action, including breathing difficult. Still he'd seated himself as asked but the question stood, why were they here if not to train?

[Geurin]

"For effective training one must have a difficult strain on the body"

He said, raising his arms upward slowly, both for added effect and because of the heavy push he was getting from the gravity, and with a quick jerk his arms extended forward, just enough to put both Palm's on Zach's head.

"And on the mind"

Zach would have to actually let Geurin in for this to work, considering how powerful Zach was even without his inner powers unlocked. But Geurin could violently push through...although that was not the goal.

Even if Geurin was forced out, the first thing Zach would feel was their minds merging. For him this would be a surreal experience, while for Geurin it was nothing more than minor mind manipulation. Geurin, as a matter of fact would be able to move around, however if Zach allowed Geurin to take full control of the trans, Zach would be stationary in the position he was taken from.

They would enter Zach's mind, and it would be however Zach imagined it. Whether it was black and dark, or blue and bright. Whatever Zach imagined his own mind to be, it would be.

The two were standing across from each other. Geurin and Zach, ready to train the inner workings of Zach. Meanwhile, Geurin would be doing things on the outside to make the meeting more interesting...

[Zach]

Sitting still, Zach listened to Gurin explain and watched as he raised his arm and then reached forward in a manner that made the boy think that perhaps the gravity pull might be too intense for the green man. Indeed he raised his own hands when the Namekian grabbed his head and took hold of Gurin's arms, at first to support the man since he thought him having difficulty with the gravity, but then to support himself as Guring pushed into his mind, causing Zach a great deal of disorientation. The room melted away into a blur of light and color and remained that way for a few moments as Gurin made his way without contest into the blonde's mind. Zach had never before felt such an intrusion, nor was he either prepared for it or experienced in resisting such mental contact. The blurred surroundings took on a new shape, that of a vast field of freshly planted corn. The sky though was red and story although no rain fell from the clouds and far off in the distance was a lone structure, a farm house, Zach’s home. It was in fact the little fortress in his mind where he hid away all of his most private thoughts but to the casual observer, it was just a house. Granted Gurin, knowing Zach's past would likely guess that this was indeed a representation of Zach's home, twisted over time by the boy's hatred.

Zach looked around himself at their strangely familiar surroundings and then turned his gaze back to Gurin. He was understandably confused as the last thing he remembered was their being on the Namekian's ship. "Where are we?" the blonde asked and once more looked around, noting the stormy sky.

[Geurin]

"This is you zach. This is your thoughts and emotion. We are standing within your very mind"

His conflicting thoughts were creating a very unstable environment. To be honest Zach didn't seem to need a lot of mental stress to get him where he was going. The fact remained that Zach was already constantly conflicted, and really at war with himself. Now it was just time to bring out that hatred that he had. Hatred was a powerful tool.

"This is the only place that your body has not been well trained. Do you recognize it?"

He said looking around at the farm through Zach's eyes. Because they were going to the saiyan home world, Geurin could not have asked for a better setting for this training.

"Can you imagine...your parents?"

Geurin had no intention on physically fighting zach inside his own brain. Frankly it would have been assanine to do so considering neither one was physically real and this was all a manipulation to help zach see his own mind. However outside of their conversation something much more painful was happening.

THUD
Pfft

The sound of Zach sliding across the floor as Geurin's foot made contact with the man's chest. Zach, being in no position to defend himself would be too distracted in the trans to really stop him.
Geurin casually walked over to the boy, who was still staring off into space, zoned out by the mind merger that was benefiting him elsewhere. But Geurin knew that Zach needed both mental, and physical strein, and this was the only way to do it.

Geurin would mercilessly strike Zach in different places to create bruises, and minor injuries. It was possible zach would feel it within his own mind, but also possible that he would not feel a thing.

[Zach]

This disorientation of being in and perceiving one's own mental landscape was enough to make the mental projections of Zach's physical self look very confused. When Gurin explained that they were indeed in Zach's mind, the boy's confusion did not diminish. The things around him seemed familiar and yet distant, removed and somehow different than what they should be. Still, the blonde took Gurin at his word, if they were taking a stroll through his mind then that was where they were. Zach of course didn't understand the symbolism of the place as it was more like a dream where one doesn't actively associate aspects of a dream with other concepts, but to Gurin, one or two things were already likely very clear, the first being that the stormy sky above was a representation of Zach's ever present anger, spreading thick like a choking miasma over everything and the second was the farm house, Zach's place of safety.

The boy looked back to Gurin when the green man went on to ask if Zach could imagine his parents, a request that struck the teen as a little off. It had been so long really that other then a few vague features, a smile here, his mother's Sunday dress there and his father's coveralls, he really couldn't picture them clearly. In fact the only thing he remembered keenly was the love he had for both of them and they in turn for him. The thought of dredging those feelings back up after they had been buried under so much pain made it clearly difficult for the boy to do as Gurin asked.

"I... It's hard... I don't want to." Zach replied after a few moments and shook his immaterial head. "I haven't seen them in such a long time. I don't want to do it."

[Geurin]

"But wouldn't you like to see them?"

Geurin's task was a difficult one, his focus had to be prestine, and for this, even the physical body had to stop its bashing of bones, and actually bring himself to meditation. Geurin began to dig. Past the hate, confusion, angst. Past the ackwardness of the teenage years and into the prebubesance that was Zach's childhood, because he had only forgotten their appearance, not completely erased it. One could never erase such valuable memory, especially when Geurin was so capable at probing the inner sanctum of the sensative teen's exposed thoughts.

He would try as best he could to recreate them for Zach, to pull them out into the open. Even if he could not get the bodies entirely accurate (although he was trying), the voices were more than correct, they were rather spot on. Sound is after all the most prone to memory.

Dad: Zach? Zach!?

The male figure yelled out into the field. The figures were several yards away, standing on the porch of the ominous farm house that Zach had already created. Perhaps their figures would not be perfect, but would zach be able to tell the difference, and even if he did, he would only fix the problem himself on a subconscious level.

Mom: Zach, sweetheart? Dinner's ready! I made your favorite. Come on home now you can play with your friends later

Dad: After evening chores!

His dad quickly followed with. The problem was, they in fact were only what Zach was capable of imagining, and that meant that these figures were not real. They could not respond to zach, and certainly would not react to his presence unless Zach could make them. Geurin could not, at least not without purging Zach's delicate mind further. However at risk of turning the young teens mind into mush, the Namek would just as soon stop there.

He was certain this would be enough.

[Zach]

Standing on the mental plane with Gurin, Zach could feel the very fabric of the place shift with his changing emotions. Guring pressed him to imagine his parents and Zach protested, unwilling to delve into those old memories. They were too painful to dig up and the blonde didn’t want to subject himself to the heart ache that seeing his parents again would bring, he’d spent years trying to wall up the raging beast within him and knew he couldn’t afford to let it out.

“Of course I want to see them again. I’d do anything to have them back. To have them all back.” Zach replied in a solemn tone. He didn’t appear to have much choice in the matter though as only a moment after Gurin verbally prodded him once again, a familiar voice called out from across the field. The voice was that of a man and called Zach by name. Turning to regard the direction from which the voice had come from, the blonde set his gaze upon the farm house. In the distance there were two figures, both familiar. He wasn’t close enough to see detail but when the two figures continued to speak, he recognized them instantly.

“M… Mom?... Dad?” the boy practically cried. Indeed, so profound was his sudden shift in emotion that the world around them changed more tangibly, the skies brightened but maintained their red, stormy hue, the dirt seemed to shift to lighter shades of brown and even the corn seedlings all around shifted into more vibrant shades of green. Zach took only a quarter of a second to look back at Gurin questioningly before he broke into a dead run towards the farm house. He didn’t know if it was something Gurin had done or he himself had done, but his parents where there with him now, beckoning him home. Zach’s troubles seemed to simply melt away as he bolted across the field towards the practically glow, idealized forms of his home and parents. As Gurin predicted, the boy’s subconscious did the rest of the work as he closed, filling in the figure’s features as Zach remembered them.

[Geurin]

Although Zach was not in the political circle, Geurin was. Kold had been attacked by the SSE only a few hours ago, and Geurin was prepared to use that to his advantage. Geurin felt no remorse in toying with Zach and his emotions. Where a better man would have taken the long way to bringing out zach's anger, Geurin however was happy to use an effective short cut, regardless of how difficult it was for zach.

The message began to play

The video screens would bear witness to the whole of Rensou Hiruen, his assembled hostages wailing behind him, their mothers and fathers slaughtered mercilessly as they had cried for their lives. Urine wet the floor, the assembled races could feel the wrath emanating from the murderer as he spoke to each and every World Trade coward whom would hide from he and his men. They had run, evacuated the planet completely and utterly. . .some by chance, but some had vacated when Touketsuki had ordered it.”. . .you fucking cowards will return to your planet and face the Saiyan Solar Empire in honorable combat, or I, Rensou fucking Hiruen, will be forced to dishonorable acts! ! !”


And with that, the Saiyan lifted an Icer girl by a single horn, his other hand summoning one of his destructive orbs before it melded into a Tsurutsurugi: a blade. . .an edge which was brought to the throat of the child and drew a tiny droplet of blood. The baby wailed, and it was heard clearly over the radios~

”. . .I will have lives, either your own or these innocents will fall in your place.”


The transmission ceased, and Rensou turned his attentions to what few youths he had left alive. “Go, and see that your young-lings are fed and well. I would not see them perish or starvation or cold,”





The message played loudly as Zach ran towards his family. It was time to force zach into his next state. His mental anguish, mixed with his thrashed body on the outside of their illusion, set for the perfect moment. Geurin spoke only a few words, and although zach was so far away, it sounded as though the Namek was speaking just over his shoulder.

"Looks like the saiyans attacked a different planet. To bad...the cycle continues"

With that reminder of bitter loss, Geurin could only hope that Zach's mind would take the next lunge into reality. Once Zach could pass Geurin in power, he could break the mental realm he had created, and Geurin guessed that the human was damn close to doing so.

[Zach]

The running teenager galloped across the sprawling fields towards the effigies of his parents with tearful joy dominating his features only to have it gradually replaced by confusion and a slowed pace as input from the real world began to invade his ethereal senses. First was the enormous amount of pain he was in, instantly turning the green landscape beyond the fields from green rolling hills to jagged peaks of angry stone. Then came the strange words, bitter, disgusting words of malice and barbarism, uttered by one of those damned, murdering monkeys. Zach could tell just by the way the monster spoke that he was Saiyan and instantly the skies darkened into a frenzy of crimson lighting and booming thunder. The boy tried to close on the farmhouse, desperate to get his parents to safety, to put them back into that box where they couldn't be harmed. "No! Mom! Dad! Get inside! Get inside quick!" the blonde yelled as he ran but as in so many a nightmare where one needed to move quickly, Zach found himself mired in some immaterial mud.

Gurin's prodding was almost unnecessary at this point, the combination of physical distress and mental anguish was driving the boy completely out of control. The monster he had worked so hard to keep locked up these past few years was waking up and it was pissed. As Zach finally managed to get within touching distance of his parents the whole of the mental landscape shifted, morphing into another mass of colored light and then there was Rito. The farm house was gone, his parents were gone and in their place, the ruined, crumbling foundation of the structure, a stabbing reminder that it and his parents had been obliterated by those same monsters that now menaced Rito. I the distance there now stood an impossibly tall Saiyan of hulking dimensions with a nondescript but decidedly grizzly appearance and it was marching strait towards helpless little Rito. It was exactly like the dream he had had some days before except this time, before the child could come to harm from the monstrous barbarian looming over him, Zach took flight. The blonde crusader rocketed off the ethereal ground with a ferocity only the imagination could bestow, a huge, billowing mass of red light streaming behind him like some form of crimson rocket exhaust. And then the fateful moment arrived, as Zach's mental counterpart struck the opening blow against the horrible abomination before him, the entire mental landscape exploded into light and then fell away.

In the real world the boy's dazed expression twisted into a visage of absolute hatred, his muscles tensed and his crimson aura flared up as it had never before. The change was so drastic that even the boy's hair and eyes changed, both also taking on a bright red hue, so much so that the teen's eyes, pupils, irises and whites all glowed with the fantastic energy. At once Zach grabbed the first thing within reach, ostensibly Gurin himself, and in his blind rage he launched the other man clear across the room with a mighty shove. It was as if the gravity no longer had a hold on the boy and his injuries were nothing but an annoyance. His frame lurched up from the floor where he'd been laying since the beating began and stalked forward, intent on thrashing the figure before him. His rage was all-consuming, even though Gurin was a friend of sorts, the boy new nothing but the insatiable urge to destroy, it was the only thing his uncontrollable anger would have, nothing else would suffice.

[Geurin]

It was working. Zach was not aware of just how powerful he was becoming. Geurin had his entire mind merged within Zach, and in a matter of seconds the boy's power level began to rise, physically pushing the Namek out of the Youth's probed insides.

"Hyuah"

Geurin gasped as his body was forced to take a step back. His right hand rising immediately to aid his now aching head. The boy had not only forced Geurin out, but done so in such a way that the Namek was in pain. Zach was not just powerful, he was a collosaul being like Geurin or Boliko, Nam or Suki. Zach had finally reached a level above his usual peak.

Geurin began to laugh under his breath. He had known Zach was holding back, but he had no idea just how much. The blond rose to his feet, slowly, but with no pause. His eyes seemed to be bleeding...no...it wasnt blood, it was energy. The red naucious ki poured from his eyes and fingertips. The aura that surrounded him was almost too great for the ship to handle. Geurin had trained in it before and knew its limitations, so as long as Zach didn't break about 3 million the ship would be capable of flying, but he was damn close to it.

"Son of a bitch, I've done it!"

Geurin exclaimed under his breath, looking up and opening his burning eyes again just long enough to see Zach grappling his arm, and lunging him into the wall. Geurin was still dazed from the mind merger and was caught off guard. That and zach's incredible new power was almost to much for Geurin to handle.

As he hit the wall a loud THUD was followed by the ship jolting to the left. This was for two reasons. The first and obvious reason was Geurin's sudden and heavy crash into the side wall, the other was because of the atmosphere. They had entered the rim of a planet, but not just any planet. The home world of the race that had brought this state into progression. Zach was angry, and he needed something to direct his anger into.

Damn that smarts, he is pretty feisty.

Geurin rose his right hand back up to his head, this time having two fingers pointed skyward and ready to disappear from the spot. He reappeared several feet away at the airlock entrance, where the ship had already begun the decompression of the cabin to those inside.

"Hey Zach, why don't you tell them how you feel."

The door to the airlock opened, and although they were still entering the planet, and had several miles until they landed, the VI chimed in saying.

VI: Welcome to planet Vegeta. Home of the Saiya-jin race.

And with that upbeat tone, Geurin fell backwards out of the air lock. The ship was on Auto Pilot and would land itself, and Ritoru would serve the purpose of protecting the ship. Zach and Geurin however would have a different Job. Zach specifically would be in charge of destroying everything. Granted he had not told the teen this, but he assumed that based on his current state of mind, he would have no objections.

[Zach]

In his blind, incalculably powerful rage, Zach stalked towards the Namekian with the intent to put his fists through the green man as surely as a heated knife would pass through warm butter. The blonde didn't get the chance though as a moment later the vessel rocked with the entry into a planetary atmosphere and then at once his target was gone. Zach's crimson eyes scanned the room as he elicited a savage growl, searching for something, anything to destroy. Another moment later the gravity chamber door swung open and the machinery closed down in correspondence with Gurin's command. Then Zach spotted the man once more, beyond the doorway and entering the open airlock. The blonde could feel the reduction of pressure in the ship as it equalized with the upper reaches of Vegeta's atmosphere, the rarified air making it difficult to breath. But still his anger raged and it was only with the slightest inklings of cognitive thought that Zach realized what the ship's computer had said and then flung himself headlong from the gravity chamber, across the expanse between it and the airlock and then wholly through the lock into the open sky around the ship.

The space craft would be allowed to land of it's own accord and for the moment Zach had a loose and very temporary hold on his temper, just enough to fly after the Namekian and rather then pummel him, ask the only question his nearly insane mind would permit. "Where are they?!"



{Topic concluded. Acsended Transformation unlocked I should hope. Applying for power level increase. My weights are in effect.}

[Geurin]

Zach 2350 and the trans