The Grand Prix (Open.)

[Rensou Hiruen]

The slum sector of Saru city was once a bustling center of prosperity and beacon of Saiyan progression. No longer, as criminal minds and murderous hands had transformed that which once was good into something past the opposite end of the spectrum. The disheveled buildings and ragged citizens whom called the sector home were proof of such happenings, the homes and stores lending a shadow upon the ground that just seemed. . .darker, and the vagabonds lurking in the shadows went entirely unseen until the moment was much too late for unsuspecting prey.

However, one building was newly painted and reigned above the rest in utter glory. A former training complex, the exterior of the place now bore witness to thousands of excited Saiyan and Alien alike, filtering in through the large doors to exchange their tickets and currency for the best seats to witness the spectacle that occurred in this hellish place.

The rooms had been ripped away from the insides of the dome, and had lent way to a true arena of epic magnitudes. Criminal and royal money had been well spent here, and the box seats rivaled the grandeur of royal quarters. Below them, seating stretched from nearly the center to the farthest reaches of the inner walls.

Music peaked inside the place with reckless instrumentals and violent vocals, the hum of speech and roars of approval from a somewhat seated crowd accentuating the air that was filled with a violent tension. Suddenly, a thunderous voice pierced the place through the speaker system.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it's tiiiiiiiiiiiiiime!” it cried, and the crowd sheared the air with their approval. For a moment, the announcer paused to allow his impact to build.

“Welcome, to Saru city's first annual Gladitorial Grand Prix!” He completed, as pyrotechnics lit the vast building with explosion after explosion and ten thousands fists punched the air whilst the spectators chanted the names of their favorite warriors, and as if beckoned, the hydraulic systems powering four platforms lifted the pride of Saru's slum sector above the crowds.

From one of these platforms glared a set of onyx eyes embedded in a heavily scarred face, and by his posture, one could assume the soul of this man was just as heavily marred as his visage. The eyes flitted across the three potential opponents he might have the absolute pleasure of annihilating this night. Suddenly a very pleased smile rippled across his lips and finalized, his canine flashing in the brilliant explosion of fireworks all around him.

As the announcer struggled to drown out the ravings of an impatient crowd, the other three above the masses could only gather their wits and face the possibility of death within the darkest recesses of their mentalities, but the scarred one had no such concerns as the rabble roared his name. The other three fighters went unheralded as a single name echoed like a heartbeat throughout this death-pit.

“HIRUEN, HIRUEN, HIRUEN, HIRUEN!” they screamed, but the man they called for took no heed to their wails. From behind him an official tapped his shoulder and a single nod of his head lent permission to his booted feet to step off the elevated platform to allow his free-fall to the tiles of the fighting ring below. Underneath his weight the square he landed upon shattered and depressed under that fighting mass.

Across from Rensou Hiruen an unknown man took his place, his arrival a short flight to the place of his potential death. His reason for being here across from that heralded killer? This one was simply a low class planet conqueror out of work, struggling to make ends meet for his family. His noble cause was not enough to lend him resolve as he stared across the expanse at a known killer. Kazushiro Muhita had relatively no idea what awaited him in the form of Rensou Hiruen.

-To be continued.-

[Rensou Hiruen]

Eighteen times Rensou's feet had touched these tiles of that fighting arena that was roughly a thousand squared feet in the shape of a rectangle. No walls whatsoever separated the combatants from the crowd, but a man pushed outside the area was disqualified once his feet touched ground. The other prerequisites for defeat were incapacitation or death. The other rules were soon laid out with spoken word by the booming voice of the announcer, who took to the center of the ring.

“As you know, peoples of Saru, there are no rules of conduct!” he yelled, much to the approval of the masses which cheered heavily. Rensou Hiruen's smile had vanished, and Kazuhiro Muhita was having difficulty holding his stomach. The recruiters had stated this was an entirely safe proceeding, where Saiyan and Alien tested themselves against one another in sanctified combat. Suddenly the outstretched arm of the announcer pointed a single finger towards Rensou.

“Saiyans! This man needs no introduction, but for formality, I give you Reeeeensoooou Hiruuuuuueeeen!” but the acknowledgment was met not by theatrics, but a simple and bored smirk from the introduced. The crowd, however, chanted their enthusiasm for that violent one. A moment after, the announcer had focused his attentions on Kazuhiro.

“And his opponent, a former member of the Saiyan military turned Gladiator, Kazuuuuuuhirooo Muhitaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Though cheered to an extent, the newcomer to the Saru Arena complex was met with disinterest and the occasional boo of disapproval. With a kick off, the Saiyan announcer had taken a new position above the ring and levitated there, his microphone at the ready.

“Rensou, are you ready!?” came the inquiry, and the muscular Hiruen slid into his fighting stance, feet spread with the lead right foot forward, his arms flexing at his sides as shimmers and shards of aquamarine swirled about his form in a brilliant cascade of electric light. The tile cracked by his falling weight trembled before shattering under the force of his rising might.

“Kazuhiro, are you ready!?” and Kazuhiro nodded, swallowing the fear in his throat as Saiyan fighting pride rose up within his nervous spirit, sparkles of white glittering over his compact, short stature before they exploded upward with all the grandeur of an unearthly fire. “Begin,” somewhat registered in the mind of both Saiyan as they could contain themselves no longer and both men tore across the distance separating them to meet in the center.

Kazuhiro came at Rensou with all the ferocity and power of a planet conqueror, his hands used to dismantling weaker opponent. . .he had been trained to annihilate weaker races, after all. Again and again his punches and kicks lashed out, but the Saiyan across from him anticipated and slipped his punches and checked his low kicks with a quick, rising shin. Kazuhiro grimaced across from the solemn expression of Rensou Hiruen, combat reflex urging his next kick higher.

The high kick connected and the crowd erupted with newly found support for the former soldier, but the roar quickly surged towards the cause of the last Hiruen as he slid backwards a few feet, his head snapping back to stare murder into the eyes of his opponent. A gloved hand reached up to smear a trickle of blood away from opened scar tissue and lips parted to release the first words he had spoken all night.

“That's all?” Rensou challenged, a sinister laugh rolling from his throat as Kazuhiro growled his rage, leaning forward and charging the man mocking him. It would be his final and most fatal mistake. Enraged, Kazuhiro had left himself exposed and aimed another attack high – an overhand right. Rensou widened his stance, his mind ushering forth the Tsuru-no-ha of his lineage. A single aquamarine orb materialized behind Kazuhiro as Rensou's fist shot upward in an uppercut that impacted the core of Kazuhiro as the orb infiltrated him from his back. The orb and fist worked in unison, shearing away the protective layers of armor before pressing through skin and muscle and bone before they met in the middle. Kazuhiro's form had been halted by the impact of the two fold attack, his body falling limp, suspended only by the arm burrowed into his chest. The former soldier coughed, blood raining onto Rensou's cheek as their eyes met. Rensou's were alight, delighted even as the life force of Kazuhiro's faded within his own.

“Finish. . .it. . .” Kazuhiro groaned, his Saiyan pride halting the pain, sorrow, and fear that threatened to dismantle his honor. Rensou halted his smile and nodded, taking hold of the orb within the man and commanding it to shatter within him with all the force of a destructive ki grenade. The effects of finalized death were instantaneous, and the internal damage to the carcass was impressive. Organs shredded to nothing. . .ribcage and breastbone obliterated as the cutting blades of the Tsuru-no-ha explosion sliced through the body before swirling around the aquamarine light surrounding their master and finally assimilating into his aura once more.

Finally, Rensou withdrew his blood soaked forearm from his former opponent and stepped away as the body crumbled to the tile of the fighting area. His task here was completed, and rather than await the arrival of the announcer to lift his hand and announce him the victor, the last of the Hiruen clan took to the air and gave the spectators no chance to cry out his victory, as they were still silenced from the utter technique and violence they had just witnessed. As for Rensou, by the time his name had been announced as moving to the second round of the Grand Prix which would take place next week. . .he had collected his winnings and was long gone. Nineteen times his feet had touched the arena and left victorious.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Introduction completed!

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I'm gonna say +800 PL ^_^ Enjoy! You may now start posting on Planet Vegeta

[Rensou Hiruen]

Thanks, Cap'n Crunch.