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Post by Gray Callahan on Oct 27, 2012 3:48:45 GMT -5
Eras change, the names change, but the struggles always remain the same, and legends prevail.
Know him as a reluctant hero, or misguided villain. Boliko Koregutsu, saiyan king. Super Saiya-jin.
Year 1 - Boliko returns home, disheartened but determined by his latest transformation. He has a speech about how Touketsuki escaped, and how his empire had to prepare for the upcoming war.
- He slowly regains the trust of his people in displays of power, including single-handedly rebuilding several city blocks in a day using his Super Saiyan Power
- However, he is still the target of an assassination attempt - plotted by none other than Antary. The assassin is dispatched and imprisoned for life, and Boliko prepares to leave.
Year 2 - Boliko leaves Vegeta, travelling and having adventures. He goes to Namek and confirms his continued alliance with Elder Carnel.
- Within the first couple of months, however, he is back on Amazonica. He decides to live there as he did once before, and is surprised to find it is hard to re-adapt to his lifestyle.
- During the final months, Boliko stumbles across a war raging between the hidden tribesmen on the planet and an independent slaver kingdom trying to take the planet over. Boliko aids the tribesmen, destroying the slavers single-handedly and calling in a saiyan guard. The tribesmen welcomed the protection of the saiyan empire, and so the planet was the first to join Boliko's Empire.
Year 3 - Adventure's continue, Boliko's skills and personality developing and maturing all the while. He decides to spend some time mastering his Super Saiyan form, gaining more control over his personality and actions. Saru City is finally rebuilt and stronger than ever, the general populace being much stronger than before Touketsuki rooted out the weak.
- In the last few months Boliko visits Nor and sees Amaranth, talking and confiding in her. He grows to cherish her opinion in that time, and his feelings begin to grow deeper, but he says nothing. She is still sought after by other Noran or Writhonian suitors.
- His visit is cut short by the arrival of a familiar Saiyan energy, stronger than ever - and with apparently aggressive intent. Rushing to the power, Boliko finds a transformed Rensou, apparently charging an attack merely to get Boliko's attention. After a bewildered greeting, the two get down to business. Rensou needed Boliko's help to rescue his son from captors holding him hostage to ensure the continued work to seed Antary's influence against the established Solar Empire. Boliko agrees to help.
Year 4 - After a few weeks of travelling and training, the two enact the plan. Boliko is a distraction, fighting and destroying many higher-level warriors while Rensou steals into the facility, rescuing his son and killing any survivors. Antary is not present (is he even aware of the origins of his funding?)
- Boliko remains around Vegeta, now, forcing an expansion on his cities and facilities. Resources and technology become common as Amazonica is manipulated (sustainably, too) and a city is established there - Radits City. A Saiyan Solar Empire base is also established on each planet.
- Boliko contacts Nam by learning telepathy and utilising it effectively, trying to speak with the saiyan energy he had felt before leaving Earth. He proposes an alliance, as with three Super Saiyans neither the GSF or WTO could threaten the stability of a Saiyan Solar Empire.
Year 5 - Final preparations are made. A city and training outpost are established on Niwa after Rensou conquers it - Napa City.
- Boliko begins to prepare his troops for war, preferring to stick to elite groups and preparing his common citizens in defensive strategy.
- Boliko ensures his mastery of the Super Saiyan form is absolute, as well as working on his ability to fight in a team with Rensou.
Techniques Learnt - Telepathy (Advanced) - Counts as two techniques
- Energy-Sensing (Advanced) - Galaxy wide energy sense
- Amazon Spirit - 3x transformation, results in a silver glow around the man
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Post by Gray Callahan on Oct 27, 2012 13:44:18 GMT -5
Year 1The ship rattles in Vegeta's atmosphere seconds before the stabilisers kick in, causing the vibrations to pause. White streams of blasting hot vapour kicks off the sides of the speeding shuttle. The saiyan king observes it through the window of his captain's room. He is poised and ready, dressed in his Saiyan armour with a cape also strapped to his shoulders. He appears to be formal, but worried. His forehead is furrowed in a frown, his lips stern. He appears older, with a small shadow of stubble beginning to once again form a beard around his lips and chin. He would not let it regrow, however, but for now he had more important issues to worry about.
No news of his 'failure' had returned to Vegeta, he would be the one to break it to the general public. He just hoped the news would be outweighed by his newest transformation, which would prove the mighty potential of the Saiyan people and confirm legends of the Super Saiyan from Baddack's time. Only if he could regain their trust could the process of strengthening and expanding the Saiyan Solar Empire really take place.
"King Boliko!"
The young royal twists around, an eyebrow raised, as one of his engineers strolls into the room. He looked pleased with himself, and in his hand was a gold-tinted scouter. "We've finished up the latest model, it should be able to scan your power level in your latest form." He grins. "The scouter technology is pretty easy to update, once you get into the swi-"
"My 'latest form' is known as the Super Saiyan transformation, Engineer Mato. Learn it well, for it shall be what truly sends this empire shooting into the heavens," the saiyan king murmurs, his voice cutting through Mato's like butter. Their is a deep anger there, as if the young king is trying to quantify to himself that the transformation was truly worth the price of having lost Touketsuki Yakedo once again. In the end it might be, but for now it was merely the result of having failed to deal with another burden on his fledgling empire.
Mato gulps. He sets the golden scouter down on the table besides the door in the large, comfortable space and quickly departs after a hurried bow. Once the engineer has left, the king strides towards the scouter and fastens it to his ear. The interface did appear to be updated, and the fit was much more comfortable to wear. Still, he would prefer the ability to just sense more efficiently - he would work on it during this five year treatise. The scouter would, however, be useful to quantify the legendary transformation to his peoples.
"Welcome home to your people, Master Koregutsu, and also I wish a happy belated eighteenth birthday to you," the virtual intelligence chimes in. Boliko's eyes widen slightly. Had it been more than a year since he had returned to Vegeta for the first time, gazed upon it with sentient eyes and envisioned a different world, a world enrichened by the conquests of an empire? The time had seemed to flow so fast, and yet it hadn't felt like anything had truly been achieved. His planet was much the same as it was the year before - and, the year before that.
The saiyan king slams his fist into his metal table, which folds in half around the blow before clattering onto the floor in a noisy death throe. His face twists into a snivelling parody of it's usual liveliness, reddening at the cheeks. Tears drip, pattering lightly on the floor and trickling down his face and chin. In truth, the king was depressed, the condition stemming from the instant emotion he had felt when Touketsuki had escaped from his grasp. He would have to regain composure, and soon - his people were expecting him, and the strong king version, not the emotionally disturbed kid that no-one other than Amaranth and that blonde human, Zach, had seen.
One cannot love what they cannot create. To Boliko, the concept of love was new and different. He was aware of it, and indeed he theorised he was beginning to feel such an attachment to a certain Noran princess, but he couldn't understand it. Love is used as nature's attempt to force individual(s) to create. Biological procreation results in the continued genetic legacy of a species. In the same way, non-biological procreation... the creation of art, culture, empires... this is driven by love, love being hormones created by the body to create. Right?
With his thumb and forefinger, he massages the undersides of his eyes, wiping away any moisture. He sniffs once, rubs the rest of the moisture from his face with his other hand and looks sternly at the mirror. His eyes were red, but they would be back to normal by landing. Already the planet was rushing up to meet them, clouds whipping past the windows. The ship's engines steadily rise to meet the increasing gravitational demand, slowing the descent as it sped towards the Saiyan capital. Brown, eroded soil and ominously dark blue water skim by equally fast.
The saiyan can't help but allow a small smile to come to his lips. No matter what, this planet was his kingdom.
"I have sad news. The tyrant has once again slithered out of my grasp!" The young king booms, the veins in his neck taught and his eyes ferocious. He had to act like these people, now, show the same hate as them. It was a ruse, and they too would change in time, but at this moment his political power was at it's most vulnerable. He stands upon the podium of the royal palace, that dreaded abode he wished would just crumble away, and feels the dreaded gaze of a thousand broken beings. He could feel the murmurs of discontent already spreading throughout the crowds that had gathered to hear the results. The clouds looked angry, and with the heat it looked as if the world was about to tear asunder, his saiyan followers but a mob risen from this apocalyptic vision. The saiyan king hears a shout, then two. He has to act.
"But know that his escape has lead to opportunity, opportunity for the Saiyan people to overcome! It has shown that, when faced with adversity..." the saiyan king clenches his fists, spreading his limbs apart. He begins to raise above the podium, and the clouds burst as a golden aura bursts up around his body, putting out a massive displacement of energy that causes the start of a downpour. A blast of lightning, followed by the bass rattle of thunder. The golden aura whips around his frame like fire. The crowd gasps as the transformation completes, his hair erect and golden, his hard dark eyes now a vivid teal.
"When faced with adversity, Saiyankind can rise out of the ashes like a phoenix!" The saiyan roars. In the background, one of the large screens displays the power level that only his royal scouter was capable of recording. The crowd is silent, no cheering. They are in awe of the power their liege is displaying. If Boliko had managed to catch Touketsuki, surely he would have been destroyed?
The boy, who was no longer a boy but a man, and a man with the power spoke of in legends. "This is the power of the Super Saiyan. Every saiyan is capable of this transformation. It is an epitome of power. The power flows through my blood as it will do through many of yours, and it hounds for the blood of our tormentor. Touketsuki will die, in five years."
"Five years is how long we have to rebuild and grow in strength. Know that the World Trade Organization is not our only enemy, and may be one of the least dangerous, for a coup has taken place on the planet Earth, and the mastermind is vicious and deceitful, just like our old friend Suki."
"My people, I ask this of you - in five years, will we be READY?"
"YES!"
The power output of Boliko's transformation had lead to a storm that had lasted for several days, and it was on the final day of the storm that Boliko had visited the tombs. The tombs were a new addition to Vegeta, and were in memoriam of those killed during the World Trade Organisation's pillaging of the planet. The tomb site was located on the northern outskirts of Saru. The rain lashed down on Boliko's face, moisture plastering his frowning envisage. This was the cost of his failure, hundreds of lives cast aside for what?
His lips tremble. He takes a deep breath.
He moves forwards, past the large iron gates. The scripture was written in native Saiyan, but embarrassingly Boliko could not speak in that old tongue, only the universal language that most space-faring races adopted. The bars were thick and icy to the touch, despite the relative humidity of the city. He pushes it aside with ease, stepping into the large area. It was planted with hedgerows and thin green grasses.
The tombs themselves were all small, the stones mostly blank. Many of the bodies... remains were beyond identification, the nature of warfare in this universe. There were a few, however, that Boliko had come specifically to visit. The marble stones were impressive, all had etchings written both in universal and Saiyan language. Any off-worlders were free to come here and appreciate the saiyan culture, so long as they were respectable... and not affiliated with the World Trade Organisation in any way. Indeed, the planet had has seen many off world visitors, some refugees from planets torn apart by war. It was the age of warfare, and the Saiyan Solar Empire was soon to come into that centrefold.
There. The graves at the centre of the site, just in front of the large spear monument.
Rensou Hiruen and Anniene Aspera.
The saiyan king pauses in front of the grave stones, chewing his bottom lip within his own mouth. He scratches his beard, before pulling his right hand to his forehead and standing stout.
"I salute you, warriors, but I have failed you." He murmurs alone.
He then drops to his knees, fingers pressing into the muddy grass. His lips tremble again, and this time he lets them burst. A pained cry. He slams his fist into the dirt, lightly, again and again. Tears drip, washed away in the rain. A flash of light in the sky illuminates everything, and a figure stands behind the king.
"My lord." He bends downwards, placing his right hand on the young king's shoulder. The king twists around, fear on his face. It was the engineer, Mato. "You cannot blame yourself." He smiles kindly, the once, before turning and leaving. The king sits in shock for a few minutes, before standing and leaving the grave of his now-living general and his still-deceased lover.
In the course of the year, Boliko works on rebuilding much of the infrastructure of Saru City personally, helping the citizens. He demonstrates the power of the Super Saiyan, the strength and speed of which rebuilt several blocks of buildings in a few weeks. However, even showing this strength, he had detractors. Those whom he would soon learn about, known as the Rebellion.
Starlight and streetlights are all that illuminate the roadside. After the end of a hard week's toil, the young king can't help but smile. He was delighted with the progress he had made in the past year, the city was completely back to normal if not better than before. He was celebrating, having a restaurant meal with several of his advisers. He wasn't wearing his battle armour, no, in this situation it would be too uncomfortable. Instead he wore a smart, simple black and red gi.
He devoured the meal, as was custom, with several replenishments occurring before the saiyan king was even full. It was the first time he had fine dining in... ever. The palace food wasn't bad, sure, but it wasn't exotic. Here the meat was spiced, brought a shiver to his mouth and tongue. Apparently the spices and herbs were collected from Amazonica, and this causes Boliko to smile. None of the foods he remembered had tasted this good, but if herbalists could cultivate it, then that resource was another luxury. Perhaps he should send in a tea-
Krrrshhh
The window shatters, a sizzling red blast of energy flying past Boliko's face and hitting one of his cultural advisers. He screams, the blast tearing his nose and eyes out. Several of the other patrons scream, the blast colliding and fizzling out on the opposite wall of the restaurant. Boliko leaps through the window, fist soon embedded in the stomach of a man clad in dark, billowing robe and hood. The would-be assassin coughs, thick red blood splurting from the hood, dripping, staining both his own dark robe and Boliko's own red gi.
"Now you're going to tell me who you're working for and what you tried to do just then, or I push even deeper," the saiyan king hisses, teeth gritted, spray from his mouth arcing into the hooded saiyan's face.
A hideous, pained chuckle comes from the hood. "Why, it's the Rebellion, of course! Your reign is over, Koregutsu!" He laughs again, more maniacally, before it turns into a gag and retch of pain as Boliko twists the fist. The saiyan king pulls away and the assassin slumps, unconcious. "Rebellion?" The royal warrior muses to himself. Was there such a thing? Had Boliko's reign really been so terrible as to cause an underground group to conspire against him?
"My lord, we need to get to safety..."
"No. It's fine. None of his friends will try anything. We should just head home."
"You can't be serious! You can't just leave now, again!"
"I've made up my mind. People are trying to destroy me, destroy this government. I need to take myself out of it for a while. I need to know what I stand for. I'm going back to the one place I know I can think straight...
Amazonica."
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Post by Gray Callahan on Oct 30, 2012 7:45:33 GMT -5
Year 2Once more the spaceship blasts it's way out of Vegeta's choked atmosphere, but this time the ship was vacant. All empty, except for Boliko Koregutsu, all of his facilities, a selection of the finest historical and philosophical literature, and the virtual intelligence that had been worked on during his time on Earth. The engineers had named her 'Sally', some sort of in-joke.
The saiyan king took a few weeks out to travel to the planet Namek, where he met with the elder. He was surprised to learn that the previous guru had died, but the new guru still accepted his alliance. With the strength and abilities of the Namekian people still firmly with the Saiyans, the king departs, heading to the one place he truly knew. A cruel place for anyone, no matter there race, age, gender. The angry forests of Amazonica.
A shrill scream breaks the early morning fog, the chirrup of some hideously deformed bird or lizard. The humidity is scorching and the naked man holds his breath, crouching low in the canopy. He could see his target in the trees, a creature that looked like a mix between a monkey and a pig. The meat would last the saiyan several weeks, provided he could catch it. He doesn't bat an eyelid, and is entirely silent. The creature looks around, before beginning to ascend higher into the tree.
The saiyan watches. Waits, prowling through the undergrowth. He knows that the animal will leave his sights, but he does not fear losing it. He knows its nest. The reason he does not strike is so that the animal can feed his family, the babes were almost at the stage they could survive on their own. One last free meal and then they were on their own.
The saiyan grimaces. His stomach ached. He had forgotten how to survive on a low amount of food in the years of his royalty, having had banquets weekly. This was far different, and he had to survive on less than half that amount for about a month. He could catch more, but he couldn't dedicate all of his time to the hunt. He had other matters to attend to. He was now acutely aware he was being watched, by a native race of sentient beings he did not know were there before. They must have helped him survive in his infancy, he theorises - even a saiyan child was somewhat helpless in the face of giant predators known to stalk the forest floors.
However, he wasn't sure if the natives recognised him. He felt like he was being watched with wary eyes, eyes of those that were on the brink of destruction. He had to repay them the life debt he owed.
The tracking takes several hours and several miles. The pigmonkey had gathered enough fruit for his children, and on setting out again... the saiyan king strikes.
His toes curl into the soft mulch of the ground, gripping hard, before he jettisons himself with a thrust of the legs. The power behind the leap is amazing, filled with raw animal strength. Boliko the king was absent, for now, and Boliko the beast had returned, the same man who on arriving back home had destroyed and even devoured his fellow Saiyans in his quest for revenge. Those thoughts were best pushed from his mind, but he feels guilt, now, in his increased moral intelligence. Still, the past is the past, and he couldn't change it.
We're fast healers, son.
His father's words, now voiceless with age, ring true in his head as his sailing through the air seems to slow down time. The fat ape swivels around, eyes widen with primitive shock just as the saiyan's powerful arm smashes into the animal's nose, forcing the bone to dislocate and spike through the brain. With the other hand the saiyan man clasps the prey's arm, preventing the meat from bruising by falling from the tree. The saiyan begins to descend from the swift, painless kill, and more words ring in his skull...
We need to be.
Sweet smoke rises from the carcass, causing the primal saiyan to salivate. His hand plunges in, going for a rib. The fire illuminates the dark forest all around the saiyan, the exotic, luscious undergrowth almost entirely ignored by the Super Saiyan in his hunger. The forest was beautiful... and that beauty was deadly. Many of the most exotic-looking plants and vegetables were killer, evolved in such a way as to attract unsuspecting victims. Boliko himself had been subjected to some of these in his youth, and of course grew stronger from each experience as was the biological nature of each and every Saiyan.
The ape pork was tender and sweet to the tongue, needing no seasoning or sauce as was the latest custom on Vegeta. However, under the hands of the right chef... this food could evolve from being good, to being a work of divine creation. Oh yes.
The carcass is devoured whole within half an hour, bar the bones and eyeballs. Not even the brain was left untouched.
The saiyan's eyes flicker open in the early morning sunlight, a beam of orange light illuminating the water vapour and causing a small rainbow to dance on the horizon. A low, steady beat could be heard in the canopy. Not the beat of drums, no, but the steady chop of a rotor. The saiyan brute jumps up, his face drawn into a snarl. The World Trade Organization?
No. The saiyan shakes his head. Their technology was more advanced, they didn't rely on choppers. With a burst of ki energy the saiyan king propels himself into the air, clearing the tree tops in under five seconds, despite the massive height of the forest. He floats their, brown, scarred and utterly bare, in the fact of an armada of ships. A large mothership-class space freighter, surrounded by smaller helicopter-type vehicles which were causing the disturbance. The mothership gave off no visible energy.
Such a mixture of vehicles says one thing to Boliko - this is an independent group, intending to claim this moon world for their own. The mixture of vehicles suggested they were slavers, taking what they conquered for their own.
It is mine.
Out of nowhere, one of the helicopters falls to the side - the saiyan raises an eyebrow, before noting a large smoking whole in the side. An orange ki stream had erupted from the forest canopy, the opposite side of the armada to Boliko.
So. The natives could try to defend themselves, but Boliko had to ensure their survival.
Time to act, while the slavers were distracted.
A whole is destroyed as the Saiyan busts through the side of the mothership, literally tearing his way in with a barge. An unfortunate slaver, a lizard humanoid, was caught on the opposite side of the bust. His skeleton shattered on collision with the other metal wall, instantly killing him.
Boliko scratches the back of his head, smiling slightly. "Oops."
The corridor layout was simple. He just had to head to the top of the ship. A surge of electrical energy surrounds the man, he smiles crookedly, before a silver aura pulses around him. A new technique, a forced amplification of his base power, nowhere near the extent of his Super Saiyan form but enough to cast fear into those who think themselves strong enough to fight the Saiyan king. Amazon Spirit.
With this primal power coursing through his system, the saiyan king forces himself upwards, and the ship bends itself to his will. Metal is nothing to his raw strength of body and movement of mass. He was heading for the leader of this expedition. The entire ship shudders with his massive power output, miles of floating steel at risk of crashing due to this output. That outcome, though, was unacceptable - it would damage the planet too much.
Instead, Boliko had another plan in mind.
The saiyan bursts into the control room, shiny metal molecules glistening around the saiyan, splintered. The room was lined with computers and technicians. The leader was standing at the deck of the ship. He was also a lizard man, a scaly green thing with the elongated face of a snake, and hideous yellow eyes that provoke a deep emotion from within the saiyan.
The saiyan's feet land softly on the command aisle, flashing red lights illuminating his naked breadth. The two lord stare each other down, a red aura bursting up around the lizard alien, before the lizard begins to speak in the most-known language.
"You are not native. I sense that about you. Come. Die by my teeth."
The saiyan propels himself across the room, his massive frame cutting through the air like nothing. The lizard rushes in towards the saiyan in response, forked tongue hissing through the air. The two clash, and their blows dance across the entire room. Screens shatter from the intensity. The tinted windows blow out and a strong wind blasts in, sunlight illuminating the dim room and causing the lizard warrior sunspots. Boliko gains the advantage. His fist plunges into the warrior's stomach.
The lizard coughs, orange blood splattering onto the saiyan's chest and dripping down his rippling muscle. "Who do you work for?" The saiyan snarls, angry spit pattering onto the lizard's scales. His heart pumps.
"Bastard... I work for... the Illumi Kingdom of Liberators..."
Boliko grins a smile of relief. "Never heard of them. Well, I have a message for them..."
He pushes his fist in deep and grunts. His silver aura flares up, and his arm begins to glow a fiery golden. The lizard begins to scream as his body heats up, a golden shimmer of energy behind his eyes, before all hell broke lose.
A perfect orb erupts in the Amazonian sky, an explosion so powerful it screams of white heat and masses of energy. The orb does not touch the trees, but hot wind whips throughout the forest. The explosion entirely evaporates all of the slaver forces on the planet in an instant.
Once the blast clears, and the smoke whipped away by wind, all that remains floating in the sky is one scorched man. Boliko Koregutsu, bleeding, burned, alive and the victor. The saviour of the Florian people.
Contact. The Florian people agree to the protection of the Saiyan Solar Empire. Boliko thanks them, and orders in a group of people to build an outpost. Scientists and workers both are encouraged, and many new medicines and foods are developed.
A second attack force is blown out of orbit by the Saiyan forces.
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Post by Gray Callahan on Nov 4, 2012 16:47:11 GMT -5
Year 4The time came to enact the plan.
"Thank me when it is done, Rensou."
The drop pods barrel through the night sky, whistling and illuminated only by fire and starlight. That fire was the hearts of two proud warriors, and the starlight was their future empire. The metallic sheen of the pods was almost invisible, and the base was only just identifiable even with knowledge of it's existence.
The pods slam into the ground, and Boliko feels his bones grip to his muscle, unbroken. The door hisses open, and the warrior steps out. Motioning to his friend with a small smile, the two depart ways, for a time. The saiyan king is dressed in his ceremonial armour, not the dark wear Rensou had opted for. He was the distraction and also the judge, jury and executioner for the greedy bastards who had used his best warrior as a puppet.
A red blast of energy glitters in his hands, before roaring upon the front of the building. The windows shatter and flames burst out, the explosion causing many inside to die instantly. Of course, Rensou and his son were at the opposite end of the facility - they would feel the shaking, but not be harmed.
Many of the guards and nobles come flooding out, and their jaws drop at the sight of the regal figure in person, body glowing with silver energy. White blades of energy extend from between each knuckle, and the beast king smiles. "I promise, if you permit, that each of your deaths will be swift."
They weren't.
Energy blades swipe and slash throughout the hour. Throats are torn out, many are de limbed and beheaded. Some are left without any visible entrails. Others run, screaming, eyes plucked out. The saiyan beast was enjoying itself, despite the attempt at being cultured. Something about the atrocities of these men, and against the saiyan spirit that had inspired Boliko to create the Saiyan Solar Empire, had caused him to commit the same amount against them. The lucky ones were the ones who gave themselves up.
The saiyan king meets up with his gladiator general, and is happy to see he has his son with him, safely.
The king, silent, extends a single hand. His thumb protrudes, and he smiles at the child. Thumbs up, kid, thumbs up.
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Post by Gray Callahan on Nov 4, 2012 16:50:21 GMT -5
(I think this is about done, will roleplay with Ammy hopefully our Year 3 meetings.)
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Rensou Hiruen
Legend
PL:284,330 Kousho:852,990 Oozaru:1,421,650 SSJ:3,419,960 SSJ2:7,108,250 Zeni:0 Items: The Gladiator(120x,Simulator,Engine), Scouter, Space Pod w/Stealth, 4 Senzu
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Post by Rensou Hiruen on Nov 4, 2012 17:46:42 GMT -5
You play a King beautifully, Boliko. From the way Boliko informed the Saiyan People that legends are on occassion, truth to the attempt on his life, I was absolutely enthralled by what you've written here. The homage to Rensou and Anienne, man, that was great stuff. I particularly enjoyed the hunt as Boliko returns to his roots.
I shudder to think what you could accomplish if you had as much free time as I wish you did.
I'm going to reward this skip with 20,000 power level, and the techniques are approved.
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