Revenge (C.Haos, Souka, openish)

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"I don't mind relocating," Souka stated as he shrugged his shoulders. He pulled back his sword and stepped back three two feet. Then he said to Yuumaru, "Excuse me for a second," His orange eyes turned in their sockets to watch the battle C.haos was involved in. His ears managed to hear the words, "That was annoying, fuckwit..." come out of Amaranth's mouth just before she came up on C.haos and grabbed at his lower back with her hand. He could see her powerful claws grip into the flesh on his brother's back and a big frown reared on his face.

"What the hell... That's foul play." Souka stated as he sheathed his sword and pointed wildly at Amaranth's brutal actions. "Isn't that like part of the anti-grabbing rule in boxing or something?"

Steam erupted from his ears and he muttered as he turned back to Yuumaru, "I should blow the girl's head off, but if I did she'd try to cheat against me too. I'm going to let you choose the place we go next but first..."

He could hear the sound of someone flying through the air behind him and felt a familiar power signature quite well known to him after five years. It was god damn Katashi Masanori, the human brat, coming to save the day. He heard the sound of his boots land directly behind him in the deep snow covering his portion of the battlefield, but before the big idiot could open his mouth Souka reached behind him with his left arm and threw him over his shoulder.

"GO KILL THE MONKEY! Lazy bum!" Souka cried as Katashi went hurtling towards the blue haired Saiyan. Katashi had no idea what was going on during all the chaos of this attack on planet Kold, but he had decided to land next to Souka, once he had found him, to learn the situation. He had not expected his ally to throw him directly at the enemy.

Despite this, an evil glare came over Katashi's eyes as he powered up his Bakuhatsuha technique with his own ki and raised his index and middle finger at Yuumaru. A smile came over his face as energy erupted all around him and his body flew towards the big guy. Souka too could not be more pleased. Having only fought Yuumaru for a moment, he kind of felt both he and Katashi were not worth having around in a fight. Katashi would die in an instant against him and Yuumaru seemed to him to be an unnecessary annoyance. Souka had only come to planet Kold because C.haos had insisted they rid the world of Amaranth Rixior.

Souka felt in his heart his brother had already proven his point about how dangerous she was. In fact, as they stood on the space ship landing platform they were on, covered in snow, he could see the wide hole she had ripped on the building in front of him where apparently doors had been. Yeah, like solid, metal doors were going to stop any of the freaks that had now landed on the planet and had decided to stay whether welcome or not. Planet Kold had hit the fan in more ways than one and Souka doubted his battle and C.haos's was the only one on this rock, unfortunately, for his agenda, it was the most important one to him right now and C.haos was getting the crap beaten out of him.

[ammy]

Her attack was mostly successful. Like in their first fight, her arm pierced through the creature, coming out of his chest on the other side. He had twisted though, her almost dagger-like nails missing his spine by not even an inch. Cyan blood pooled from the wound, her arm coated in it. The sweet, metallic scent reached her in second, her red eyes almost seeming to glow with added bloodlust. Before Amaranth could remove her arm though, he grasped her wrist and his tail held her arm straight.

It was obvious what the being intended. A growl escaped her as she tried to yank her arm back. Pain exploded still, not broken, but not unscathed either. Amaranth put her free arm against the back of his head, pushing as she yanked her arm from his grasp. But she wasn't done yet. No, this opportunity was too good to pass up. Instead of her arm leaving his body completely, she twisted her arm and grabbed onto his spine, her free hand beginning to glow red. With bone chilling hate, she whispered one word.

"Die."

Her hand pulled back to rip the spine from his back as the ki blast from her free hand was expelled foreword, point blank distance toward the back of his head.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The only way out. . .

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The golden inferno known to an exterminated race as a bloody gladiator and selfless martyr had set his attentions on the proceedings with speed beyond comprehension! The heart thrummed, the percussion within breast a melody of misery and rage intertwined with blood-lust, and the teal jewels set within his skull still burned brightly for vengeance. A hound upon the hare he was, and he let a snarl roll from throat as a power was extinguished and sent to the pyres of hell, but hawkish pools quickly raised spirits when they bore down upon that which was prey still in the reddish mist of warfare, but nay, not for one moment more did Rensou Hiruen wish to set his feet upon this fucking snow! This insignificant and weak thing had committed grievous act against the modus operanda or the merciless slaughterer whom had already extinguished so much life this day, but still he had not drunk his fill. . .

Those cyan spheres shivered into existence, pleased to circle their master once again as like a bolt from the god Zeus himself he streaked downward, identifying Amaranth Rixoir and the being who did not permeate his senses with ki, ah, an android! The emulated life would experience replicated death, and canines flashed in grimace as the warrior urged himself to intercepting course with all his swiftness. At two hundred meters, the Saiyan became that which his fighting people and his tragic story had shaped him to be – a killer. A Zanzoken was executed flawlessly, and the form rematerialized two meters away from Souka Kinonai with his body coiled and his arms tight with exertion, his face a picture of scars and focus!

“A pleasure,” the devil growled, his golden tail whipping behind him as his spiked tresses billowed in the icy wind, but it could not compare to the coldness of he! Though no energy surged between cradling hands, the truth of his attack was revealed as those twin spheres he simply could not force to Zanzoken reunited with their creator, and then merged in the empty space and forced the calloused digits apart before he leveled his greatest gift towards this being before him. The result was the Chou Tsuruha, and it would leave Rensou exhausted, for such was the effort rendered upon him from such a momentous wave brought forth in a miniscule measurement of time~

Souka Kinonai would not be so fortunate should the hastey attack batter into him, for it carried within it the might of Super Saiyan Ascension! Surely it would literally tear him into halves when it burrowed through his abdomen, perhaps leaving his body connected by shreds of his artificial hide! A quick death, the initial shock would dull the pain presented and the ensuing fountain of blood would render the abominable creation unconscious in the span of seconds. Arteries would gush out his life-force, and the nervous system would finally cease to function. Such an act was the extent of the mercy within Rensou, absolutely none~ No forgiveness, no trial, nay, naught but death could follow in his vengeful wake!

Is to die! ! !

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[C.haos]

The girls hand pulled backwards, C.haos not being able to break it as he had planned. He could feel the power flare up within the girl. Her fingers grabbed a hold of his spine and he froze. This was it. He had failed. He was going to die. A light smirk crossed his face as her hand touched the back of his head. He knew what was going to happen next.

His life flashed before his eyes. It felt as though he was able to relive the whole thing; rethink all his actions. Perhaps he'd have done things differently if he could do it again. But that was not the case. He wouldn't have changed a think. To die at the hands of such a powerful warrior. The same warrior who'd he first encountered on Earth. It all seemed much too fitting.

His mind wondered to Souka. Would he too share the same fate? No. There was something coming. Someone even more powerful than Amaranth. That would be his doom. The two would met again in time.

As the girl discharged a blast, C.haos had only enough time to mouth the word "Revenge", before being ripped to millions of pieces, his spine yanked out of his body. This was the end. And as the pain faded, C.haos' hunger for power did not. His hunger simply grew much stronger than it ever had been before. He would had his revenge... In time.

(So ends this chapter of C.haos. Requesting PL.)

[Gray Callahan]

On that day, that fateful day, one of the days when all seems to hang in the balance, life is extinguished as easily as a man may crush a beetle, brown excrement trickling down his fingers. Tyrants had died and entire planets were lost, as if claimed by some violent, jealous god.

C.haos was just another being wrenched from life.

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The brute that was now more Boliko Koregutsu than Oozaru lands with a soft thud. Electric eyes observe the carnage before him; Rensou had taken no break, having literally been half-a-second ahead. The one known as Souka was most likely killed within a single blow.

And, it seemed, at the same time Amaranth had successfully finished her foe, the lizard known as C.haos whom had killed someone dear to her, or that was the impression Boliko understood in the least. The friends of Koregutsu gained vengeance this day, but for what?

For nought, Boliko's soul screams. Your home is a charred asteroid field.

He snarls. He wanted this to be done.

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The machine person seemed to be willing to follow along with his own train of thought for a bit, before he decided to turn towards the other fight. Yuumaru cast a glance himself, watching the fierce brutality of the princess that he had been sent to aid. Although, one could make the claim that the princess title was not a good fit for her at all, she fought with animal ferocity similar to a Saiyan. Quirking on of his blue brows, he examined the fight a bit more, before his attentions were brought to his own opponent.

“Foul play? You do realize this is a war, yes? This isn’t a sport or a game,” the Saiyan rubbed his forehead between his brows trying to settle his mind a bit from that silly display. Then it continued as he mentioned anti-grappling in boxing, causing another raised brow from the blue-haired man. Was it the effects of whatever ability he was using that made his mind seem to act this way or was it just himself.

“You’re gonna go hurting my feelings by chasing after another opponent,” the tone more mocking than anything. If his opponent did try to go after the woman though, they would find themselves in a rather large world of hurt from him. It was a simple choice of leaving himself open for a sneak attack or just sticking out a fight he was currently in. Granted, he wasn’t quite planning on the next series of events happening, but then again it seemed that there was a lack of camaraderie amongst evil.

There wasn’t a flicker of emotion through Yuumaru as he reacted to what had happened, energy swirling up within his body. His speed, reactions, all increasing to a higher level as he Zanzoken’d to the human that had been launched into the air, bringing his knee up and his elbow down centered in the middle of the chest and back. It was meant as a means to knock the person unconscious rather than kill him, there was no point to him killing someone so weak. Following that, he rested the kid against the wall, leaving him there as he turned to his own opponent now ready to finish things.

Unfortunately, it seemed that his opponent would be taken by another as the General appeared with the sphere and created an enormous blast of energy towards the opponent. Still nothing laid behind the eyes of the Saiyan, however, his mind as collected and calm studying things as they happened. Logic and reasoning behind his actions as opposed to emotions ruling his actions, it was better this way for him. His emotions were more hindering to things, so he kept them locked away deep within the pits of his stomach, and there they would stay should he have a say.

The strain from his technique already effecting him, using it so quickly between battles hadn’t been the smartest idea, but he’d had little choice in the matter. Shaking his head, he moved a hand through his hair, the opportunity for him to gather information had been snatched from him as well. However, maybe there was another course to find what he was looking for, time would tell with that one and he’d be patient about it.

Green eyes flickered over to the newest arrivals to the scene his hand lifting to perform the Saiyan salute towards them both.

“King Boliko. General Rensou.” the only words to leave his mouth, he waited to see how things were planning to go now.

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Souka wanted to use his partner Katashi's body as a means to distract Yuumaru and attack him with a deceptive technique. Although, before he could move on this, a brutish Saiyan with scars covering his arms and a golden tail acted first by appearing two meters in front of Souka. He heard the words, "A pleasure." escape the man's lips just as his two spheres of cyan energy converged and a blast of energy cut through his body like paper.

Souka barely had time to scream out, "Shit!" before his body parts fell to the ground in a pile of scrap metal. There was an explosion of circuits that ushered out from the robotic compartments within his body failed him. His mechanical brain died after this and Souka's poor soul was sent to the worst place imaginable. Hell itself had come to take him home.

(Requesting Power Level. Good fight.)

[ammy]

Drip....drip....drip....

It was...over. Finally, over.

The body lay still, the head gone. So much for bringing it back to toss it at her brother's feet. C.haos was dead. It was...over.

She looked up, just in time to see Rensou sweep down and destroy the android in seconds. She waited for anger and resentment to well up inside her. She waited, and waited. But, nothing. Yes, she had hungered the death of the android. He had helped C.haos kill her six year old niece. But, she supposed that he hadn't actually meant anything to her. Instead, she glanced down. Cyan blood covered her arm from fingertips to elbow, the spine in her hand dripping. She let it go, turning back to the two Saiyans. Soon, a third joined them.

Boliko. Or at least, Boliko on steroids. He was larger than usual. And considering the fact that he always dwarfed her, it was like looking at a giant. His hair was that shining gold it had been five years ago. When he had looked like an avenging God. When he first captured her heart. A smile formed on her lips, her eyes flickering to blue once more. He was alive. He was safe. It was only the drying blood on her arm, the blood splattered over her armor, and the spine she had dropped that kept her from running to him. Boliko hadn't ever seen her fight. Hadn't ever seen how brutal she could truly be. Instead, she stepped over C.haos and made their way over to them. She glanced at Ren.

"Enjoy yourself?" she asked with a roll of her red eyes.

Shitty short post is short and shitty. .-. Sorry loves.

[Rensou Hiruen]

How quickly, I forget. . .

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Stoic. The ascended inferno struck an impressive figure, his powerful physique outfitted with darkness and his body radiating a blaze of gold. His jewels trailed from the skies to the surface as Koregutsu made his entrance, not seconds behind he – perhaps the larger Saiyan held not within his heart the endless hatred Rensou felt for these scum, but that was an understandable thing. The King had not seen his life lost at the hands of the organization, after all. With mentality poised, Rensou began to brighten as Yuumaru won his own battle and silently cursed his impatience. . .it was staunchly against his code to interfere in the battle of another capable, and he hoped his transgression had not infringed upon the honor of Mori.

“Koregutsu,” he acknowledged, promptly clicking his heels together and bringing his forearm before breastplate. A smile was emblazoned upon the face, the right boot of the man still caked over with the purple fluids that had been Aice. A faint red spray adorned him, casting Rensou in a truly grisly light. . .it seemed wanton murder, or as the proud Saiyan casually called it: justice, brought a sense of happy accomplishment to his heart. For the moment, the loss of everything was evaded. Perhaps the mentality was so scarred, like the visage, that it simply had grown used to such terrible tragedy. Even Rensou himself was unsure.

“Enjoy yourself?” came the voice of the woman whom Rensou had met just once, in the throne room of the Spire of Vegetasei herself. Royalty. An ally. The princess of Nor, Amaranth Rixoir. The Saiyan glanced at her, letting his eyes roll over the life-force that completely enveloped her body, though it was not her own. At first, the general had been entirely unsure if he could accept the woman or not. . .certainly Koregutsu did, and Rensou could undoubtedly feel the bond between them: such was Saiyan nature, and such senses prevented intrusion upon the chosen of a pack-mate. Sadly, the trust of Boliko was not enough to win over Rensou in his peculiar, albeit Saiyan way.

A low chuckle emanated from his throat at the sight of the spinal cord dangling in her hand, and his throat offered his feelings and his thoughts. “Surely as much as yourself, Princess Rixoir,” and with a smile at her deeds and humor towards her attitude, Rensou Hiruen accepted Amaranth as kin. Though not of his kind, she had proven herself a warrior in his eyes. The scarry sword of Vegeta turned his salute towards the tailed female and bowed his head, slightly.

“Yuumaru, as well!” Ah, Mori, Rensou thought. It was good to see the man alive and well, though his foe had been left alive – incapacitated, but very much alive. Such was his right in honorable combat, and if Yuumaru wished the man to remain within this realm, Rensou had no quarrel. The stance the blue-haired one offered was the same Rensou had been holding for some time, but he had not quite finished yet. The last Hiruen turned his salute towards his friend before he finally relaxed. Mentality, state of being, all relaxed in an instant as he transitioned from golden inferno to his initial form. A complete victory, and one that would not go uncelebrated as Rensou pulled his breastplate away from wide torso and produced a packet of cigars, filled to the brim with tobaccos from Amazonica herself.

“Beautiful work,” he mused, tossing the things to Boliko, Amaranth, and Yuumaru before he pressed his own to his lips and lit the thing with a heated burst of ki from his fingertip. A triumph, but one that was not without great loss. The dark tresses atop his weary head lilted downward, his spirits suddenly sinking. Typically, Rensou's sadness gave way to purpose: those whom had caused the hurt would feel his own pain a thousand-fold. When the Saiyan turned his eyes up to the young King for guidance, he asked only two words.

“Where to?” and he blew a great, grey cloud into the white snow, forever challenging everything.

That this is meaningless~

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[Gray Callahan]

Where to? Those words would resonate in nightmares to come. The saiyan king who had lost his home planet, whom had lost the majority of his people in one fell swoop, millions reduced to tens of thousands.

A stony gaze sweeps from his lover, splattered in the blood of her enemy as well as her own, to the similarly gore-bathed general of his, to one of the soldiers whom had followed him to Kold, Yuumaru. He would be rewarded for his efforts here, having fought in several of the battles, against the odds.

The legendary super saiyan raises his hand. The cigar closes between two of the king's fingers.

With a thunderous surge, Boliko's power is expelled, the legendary form collapsing away to the normal super saiyan form, with immense effort on Boliko's part. The power did not want to be sealed, the only way the bestial nature of his personality could be free, but the king had gained control, this time. The super saiyan form evaporates like a drop of water into a roaring fire, and he stands their in all of his worn-out glory, black hair frayed and wind-swept, black eyes burned out.

He ignites the cigar with a spark of his own energy, pressing the drug to his lips and inhaling, smoke scratching at his throat and lungs. Clouds of grey flow softly from his nostrils, almost draconic.

"Go where you desire. I am no fit man to command anyone."

His tones were steely and dead. Every one of them were tired, physically and emotionally, but none so emotionally as the king of all saiyans, 'all saiyans' having been reduced to a decimal of it's former population. How could he insinuate to still be in control when his people lay scattered in space?

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The hours had gone by so slowly that he didn’t even realize all that had transpired around him, it seemed the other two each had their own victories as well. Given that Rensou and Boliko were still standing and from what he could put together by what he saw, their opponents didn’t have the same luxury. Leaning back against the wall that had been near to him, he caught one of the cigars that Rensou had thrown to the group. Settling his own power back to normal, the drain leaving him utterly exhausted along with everything else he’d had to do.

Closing his eyes he tried to shut away the pain and fatigue for now, there was no point to letting himself get thrown off balance at this point. He’d get rest when everything was settled or when he was dead, whichever happened to come first at this point. His eye flickered up, however, when Boliko had spoken those last words to the group and raised an eyebrow at it. Shaking his head, he took the cigar from his mouth and placed it into a pouch by his tail.

“Since when was the King of Saiyans so cowardly and weak?” his tone was quite serious, his gaze settled upon Boliko. He knew the trouble his words could get him into, did that mean that he would hold his tongue? Hardly, there was a purpose to his words, whether the others would see it or not and Yuumaru would make sure that things were said now. If things were left unattended now, he would not willingly call himself a warrior tomorrow.

[ammy]

The General seemed to be in quite the good mood. He even tossed cigars to all of them in celebration. Amaranth caught her's, but ignored it. She wasn't one to enjoy such things. She turned her gaze to Rensou. He and Traum would get along a little too well... Amaranth closed her eyes, blue and silver orbs replacing her crimson ones when they opened again. Her fangs shortened, her dagger-like claws receding as well. A flush of color was brought back into her skin as her gaze moved over the battle field. Her want for revenge sated, her mind turned to more worrying matters. that of Serori, and even Blaze. Were either alive? Had they made it out before the Saiyans and she landed? Her gut was twisted into knots. Boliko and Rensou's mood could only mean Touketsuki was dead. Had the same fate befallen his wife, her best friend, as well?

She was puzzled over the General's question. The three men would obviously return home to Vegeta, correct? Amaranth would return to Nor, to give news to her brother of C.haos and Souka's death. Then she too would return to Vegeta, so that she and Boliko could pick up where they left off. Her eyes retured to her lover, watching as he returned to his normal state. His dark shocks were windblown, his onyx eyes tired. He lit the cigar, his words making her ill at ease. Boliko had never seemed to be a very confident man. she had seen his shyness, insecurity many times. But, what was the cause of this? Was he disappointed in his kill? Had he not struck the final blow? Or was he simply tired, the weight of revenge lifting from his shoulders only to leave an empty weight? They say vengeance taken will tear at the heart and torment the soul. Amaranth remained quiet, even as Yuumaru spoke. She did not hush the warrior. He had proven himself to her, and she never believe in quieting another's words to royalty, no matter the opinion.

Instead, Amaranth moved foreword, pausing only enough to toss the cigar back to the General. She stopped before Boliko, raising her un-bloodied hand to his arm lightly. Worry clouded her eyes, brows furrowed. She had seen many moods of Koregetsu, but never one quite like this.

"Boliko, what happened?" she asked quietly.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The entire situation had escalated far too quickly – for a moment, Rensou Hiruen had actually been enjoying the peace and quiet of the moment while he simply stewed in his own thought processes, content to allow Boliko to make the decisions and command him as he saw fit. Though a loyal and worthwhile soldier, Rensou often added his own variation of slaughter to each and every expedition he led. The salt, wanton slaughter, the pepper, tactics of sheer terror. Perhaps he was not such a worthwhile soldier after all, and when Boliko gave him free reign over where he would head, the man was at a loss for words. Certainly Koregutsu would overcome his momentary explosion of grief. Surely, Rensou still felt pain with every beat of his heart, but with each and every emotion besides his occasional fit of fury, he bottled it deep within.

Yuumaru challenged his lack of courage, and the Saiyan tilted his head with confusion at the obvious insubordination. A courageous choice of words, a sentence that could inspire the king to change his viewpoint and inspire him to assume the role of leadership he assumed so well. Then again, Rensou completely realized that the man he called comrade the longest may perhaps burst into his own raging temper as well. Rensou smiled, hoping inwardly that the king would not kill his soldier in the next few moments as he caught himself upon palms and lowered his rump to the cold ground. A flying cigar approached, and the Saiyan caught it easily in his right hand while the left simultaneously lifted the lit thing to his lips.

The bloody princess stepped forward, caressing the arm with a gentleness and pondering the mood of the giant. Her features a picture of worry, those senses alarming her that something was wrong with Boliko. The larger counterpart of Hiruen was apparently much better at expressing himself, probably a trait developed during his youth on Amazonica. Rensou, however, had been trained to show no pain, bottle his emotion. Deep within him, amidst a terrifying maze of wounds against his spirit and psyche resided a new laceration had been opened in the past few hours.

Those coal eyes, instead of justified tears, closed while the warrior relaxed to his back. The cigar was straight up, clenched between his teeth while his head rested 'pon interlocked fingers. That mouth held the cigar, while all the while it wanted to boil over and declare the injustice that had been presented to the Saiyan race and Vegetasei this day. Boliko, Rensou, and Yuumaru had their world and their lives ripped away from them. Each responded differently.

The legend with frothing emotion.

The soldier with courage.

The general simply smiled around his cigar.

Lightly mumbling, Rensou Hiruen spoke aloud more to himself than any of the other beings gathered. With four words, he described the state of things, “This is fucked up,” and with the realization of the extent. . .

. . .he laughed.

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[Gray Callahan]

Inky darkness stares venomous at Pvt. Mori, his mouth as rigid as a corpse in rigor mortis. His heart, soul, felt like it was putrefying, rotting and ripped apart by stupidity, insolence, naïveté.

Amaranth goes to place her hand on his arm, but he shrugs her away, twisting away to face the ground. Questions roll through his mind like inhumane, indecipherable thunder. He knew the answer, true, but at the same time he had nothing but one thousand questions of his own. Chief among them was why?

Such wanton destruction. The crimes of his own people once again paled in the face of the atrocities committed against them. Now twice wrested from the world of mortality, "Vegeta-sei is gone." He did not mean to murmur the words aloud, but it should answer Rixoir's question, and Yuumaru's should he also be unaware of his planet's fate, and the king of saiyan's weakness. A demon's fingers had opened a wound that could quite possibly kill the saiyan king, directly or indirectly.

The words of his people may as well be cast into the void. Eikō e no shinkō. That faith had been destroyed time and time again, and Boliko would no longer place his hopes in false slogans.

He had no purpose now. The saiyan solar empire had been dealt the most grievous wound it would possibly ever face, and it was disheartening. Boliko fought like a warrior but thought like a king, and a king lived for his people, for the good of his people, and now his people were gone. Thousands, forty thousand at most, still remained.

The survivors would want to commit to war, but with what army? In defeating the only opponent he had known, Boliko had succumbed to the hidden evil he had thought to have no quarrel with; the Earth, which he had once promised to leave unharmed. The blue jewel among the stars had lashed out with the evil which had corrupted it's beauty, and his ruby had paid the price.

His armor cracked, wounds bleeding around his body and his soul crumbling away to darkness, Boliko Koregutsu of hours previous would die, the self-proclaimed warrior of light lay rotting in the dust besides the ashes of his greatest foe, Touketsuki Yakedo.

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When the King of Saiyans stared with venom Yuumaru held his gaze unflinching, others might be disturbed by the looks of others, but things like that held no bearing for him. Sure, if the king decided to fight against him he would be getting knocked around with ease, that didn’t mean the blue-haired Saiyan would back down. They were all born and raised as warriors if a beating was all it took to frighten them, then they were a poor excuse for what they were supposed to be for the universe.

Watching his actions it seemed as though the king was trying to isolate himself from others, turning away from one of the people that was trying to help. Though he didn’t know Amaranth well, it didn’t seem like something that should have been done, at least not in his own mind. Whatever thoughts the leader of all Saiyans was having, it seemed like they were set to a self-destructive tendency which would turn things far worse.

Boliko finally spoke what had happened to which Yuumaru turned a glance towards General Rensou as if for confirmation of what had been said. The Saiyan soldier hadn’t had much time to train his ability to sense energy, but the odd little voice in the back of his head telling him something was wrong made sense now. It was a good enough reason to grieve, sure that would make sense. This didn’t seem to be the same thing that was going on however, especially not with the comment before about not being fit to lead. Taking a deep breath he pushed any emotions that tried to surface from hearing this news down with everything else, it was especially important now to not let his emotions out.

“Okay, that makes sense, and?” he asked, expecting there to be more than just that one thing if he was deeming himself unfit to lead anyone. Sure, the planet being gone was a bad thing, but that was in no way Boliko’s doing either. Crossing his arms he looked up at the taller Saiyan his eyes steadied into a fierce stare, and his jaw set firmly.

“So, the planet is gone, and you decide to let those that are still alive fend for themselves while you wallow in self-pity? Are you the king of a warrior race or not?” granted, he didn’t have a lot of experience with emotions anymore himself, so he could have used the wrong word, but the message was still there. Still, this was just taking things a bit too far in his mind, what good was acting like the entire race was dead? He shook his head, it just didn’t make any damn sense to him. As a warrior there was still a lot to be done, time couldn’t be wasted feeling sorry for one’s self.

If Boliko wouldn’t do anything to unite the others spread across the other planets then there would truly be nothing for the remaining Saiyans. They followed their king who had seemed to lead by example since he first showed up from everything he’d heard. Yet now, it was like he was abandoning his own people while there were still plenty of them alive that they could do something.