Post by Nam Reikonaga on Oct 28, 2012 13:42:44 GMT -5
Table of Contents (ctrl + f)
- Year 1 – Part One
- Year 1 – Part Two
- Year 1 – Part Three
- Year 2 – Part One (FILLER)
- Year 2 – Part Two
- Year 2 – Part Three
- Year 3 – Part One (FILLER)
- Year 3 – Part Two
- Year 3 – Part Three
- TL;DR
- Learned Moves
Year 1 – Part One
The Beginning…
“Are you ready!?” the harbinger announced vividly through the microphone which amplified his voice and reverberated throughout the entire arena as the skies were filled with cheers and cries from the vast crowd of civilians. It was a full house, people of every race and species gathered together to watch the eventful tournament which had been put together by Geurin, the world’s new Prime Minister.
“We are gathered here today to honor the reign of our new leader, Geurin!” he exclaimed, the crowd going wild once more. “The Prime Minister himself has arranged this tournament and the winner will become a commander in his regimen!” he explained, giving light to those who might’ve not known.
“Tsk…” a hooded man stood from the back of the room, gazing at all the people who had gathered just to become Geurin’s new lapdog. Zach… He never thought the shirtless wonder would’ve been interested in this; it only made everything that much more difficult considering he couldn’t win without concealing who he was. Nam would have to refrain from using any of his techniques –since they were moves that only he could know. This meant no energy swords, high-speed movements, -nothing. On the other hand, moves like Zanzoken and the Kamehameha Wave were generic enough, but he’d have to be careful to keep himself mute through the whole thing.
The rest of the participants were complete strangers –Er… There was actually one more that seemed familiar to him. Caius was it? It was faint, but he could remember that face. His name was definitely ringing the bell. “You…” the hooded saiyan murmured. Caius was one of Touketsuki Yakedo’s goons before. Nam remembered his face from the incident with Antary and Zach, -back when he was still the ‘good guy’.
“Please gather,” a short bald monk requested, signaling towards a board. Everyone did as he asked, though the masked warrior kept his distance in the back and analyzed the assortment as the rules were dictated. Nam’s eyes widened from within the hood, which thoroughly covered his facial features.
“Meishi!?” he thought. His eyes were slanted with terror at the sight of that individual. It looked just like a Majin –except, he’s red. Nam calmed down. Meishi was pink. But it was definitely a surprise to see a Majin here. In all his life, Nam had only seen two of the kind and this made the third. While Meishi may have been evil, that ‘evilness’ was questionable. In reality both Meishi and that other majin were innocent. Maybe this one was just like them? He didn’t seem hostile for the moment so he decided not to do anything.
The diversity within this tournament was rather mockingly ironic…
“…War on alien races born outside of this Earth; To war with saiyan's, to war with strange aliens, to war with all those who dare stand against our right to freedom and prosperity. We will defend our home, and no one will stop us..."
…
It was ironic how an alien declared himself Prime Minister and then declares war on alien races. How the people of Earth actually bought his act and conceded, and now there’s a tournament being held to decide who gets to become the Green Goblin’s bitch; without mentioning the fact that most of the participants didn’t even look human –and those who did probably weren’t. Zach could very well be the only pure human among the bunch and this made Nam realize why the blonde could’ve decided to participate. “If their leader’s gonna be an alien, then at-least their commander should be human…” he reasoned.
Nam has grown to despise Geurin in the short moments he’s known him. Curse the day he told Kami to rejoin Gurin. It seemed he really didn’t understand the gravity of the situation. Tenshu kept telling him how dangerous it was, how people change with power and become corrupt, but Nam thought he knew better and let his heart overshadow his mind with the naïve belief that love would prevail. –Alright, that wasn’t exactly how it went, but it might as well have.
One thing was certain though. Nam would never change. Not now. Not ever. At the moment he was nothing but a shadow, his black cloak covering everything that he is. But Kami’s sacrifice, if anything, would save Nam from the fate that was foretold. Nam swore he’d become stronger –stronger than Geurin and anyone else, just to obtain that peace he lost a long time ago. He would not fade and he would not go dark; despite all his power, Nam would resist all temptations, and for the fate of his friends –keep his sanity.
For now, his only goal was to ruin the tournament and become the victor. Imagine their faces when they see their new ‘commander’ running off and disappearing –never to be seen again. Deep in Nam’s mind, he thought the idea was foolish and meaningless. Even if he became the winner, the runner-up would take position as commander. But Nam just couldn’t help it. This wasn’t a waste of time though. This was a good way to see what he was up against. All he needed to do was avoid getting caught…
Year 1 – Part Two
Geurin’s Tournament, Round 1: The Masked Warrior vs Maruca Senda
The first match was over and now taking the stage were Nam and this Maruca Senda person. The hooded man kept his distance and remained silent as he observed his opponent. She was lithe and beautiful, wearing little clothes –mostly jewelry and identical tattoos in each arm. She had long brown hair; sort of how Nam used to look, but of a lighter shade. Her eyes were fierce and focused; just like her personality.
"I don't know who you are nor how strong you are, but if you don't move now I'm going to let you send me the first punch. I don't like the 'ladies' first' rule I have observed in my life."
Nam squint his eyes under the hood, his cloak fluttering with the wind as he kept a still composure. ”Doesn’t know how strong I am?” he thought. This meant the woman was incapable of sensing power levels, -not like it’d make a difference. Nam could sense her power, and what it showed until now meant he could easily overwhelm her; although, he wouldn’t. As fan service, the Masked Warrior would allow this battle to drag out if only a little in order to both deceive his next opponent and entertain the crowd; not to mention, as an afterthought, save this woman’s pride from getting hurt.
Nam was hiding a large majority of his power from those who could sense and would act accordingly as he broke the ice and charged after the attractive woman, promptly after giving a lukewarm shrug towards her statement. ”I guess it’s my move then… he thought. Not showing much of his abilities, Nam ran towards his adversary with a weak punch that could be easily dodged if she was any good. His black cloak flutters as he moves his head low to keep the hood from flying off his face. The last thing he needed was his identity revealed to the public.
As expected, this Maruca Senda woman was capable of dodging such a half-hearted blow by retreating backwards and immediately counter attacked. "I hate to say this, but your punch is short sighted and I'm going to break your arm." She warned, as if it would’ve fazed Nam in the slightest bit.
A small chuckle escaped the hooded warrior’s lips as he would then seem to vanish in the split second that he changes position and cuts the distance between their bodies. A bright white grin was visible within the shadows of his hood which gave it an ominous and grim aspect. On the contrary, Nam couldn’t help but smile knowing that this woman was no match against him and yet she was completely unaware of it. As an afterthought, he’d contemplate how he’d rather not fight a female since it was against his nature. But this was a tournament after all, a contest, and women had their pride too.
Nam’s jab made impact. He watched as the woman was thwarted and forced back a few short feet. Maruca grabbed onto her stomach, most probably feeling the pain. "How is this possible?" she said, aiming her open free hand at the Masked Warrior’s face. It almost felt like spider sense, how Nam could feel something was coming out through her fingers. He couldn’t afford risking his identity though as, whatever it was, was aimed at his face and had a good chance of knocking off his hood. The objects ejected from her fingers met only air as Nam zanzokened out of the way and within only small seconds appeared behind Maruca and placed his right hand over her smooth and lithe back.
She’s very attractive… he thought, unable to bare the temptation to just stand there and contemplate her beauty, feeling her soft moist skin on his hands. He could do it if he wanted too, it’s not like he was in any immediate danger. Then, Nam suddenly noticed he was staring and proceeded on giving her a small push by expelling a transparent force out of his hands, causing Maruca Senda to stumble and make distance between them. At this point, Nam was only playing, getting a feeling for her until he could decide the right amount of force needed for a swift knock out. He thought a ring-out might hurt her pride too much.
"You're really starting to get on my nerves..." she said. Nam chuckled. He couldn’t help it. If he weren’t undercover, he might have had a few comments but he couldn’t risk having his voice recognized –especially since Zach was present. Then Maruca tossed similar buds on the ground, like the ones she tried before and smiled as she stomped her foot on the floor with enough force to make them crack. The seeds fell inside the individual crevasses formed by the woman and out of them grew vines spread thin over the surface. Surprised, Nam braced himself and jumped out of the way.
Impressive… he thought, marveling in the unique technique he had never seen before. It seemed this woman was also another human-like alien. It seemed more evident that Zach was truly the only human present in this tournament. The irony kept hitting him, how a bunch of aliens wanted to rule over earth and rage war against other alien life-forms. But why do saiyans and namekians have to be the aliens? Why can’t humans be the aliens? What made them so special? –well, in this case, we were all on their planet; so we ‘were’ the aliens. But I’m only half-alien… he confirmed, observing the ten feet thick vines as they thrust down with the intent of smashing him into the tiled floors. Nam hopped to the left and watched as the vine pierced through the ground and leveled the tiles. This move was very interesting.
Nam didn’t miss that small detail though. His eyes narrowed in suspicion when he heard Maruca snap her fingers. Only then did the vines actually start attacking. It was a perfect clue to understand how her technique worked. Nam jumped from one end to the other, avoiding the vines. It almost seemed as if he were dancing among them as they tried to grapple and grind him. To the audience it might’ve seemed like Maruca was in control, but Nam was actually observing her the entire time. The woman was standing leisurely with a wide smirk on her face. She didn’t lift a finger. Which led Nam to believe one of two things: she was controlling the vines through telepathy –or she wasn’t controlling them at all…
Nam put his bets on the latter and made a sharp turn towards her with about five vines following behind him. He watched how her grin disappeared after realizing he was after her and then took cover behind her. He could’ve sworn to have heard and audible ’crud’ as she was whipped by her own attacks. Maruca didn’t waste time getting out of there after sustaining damage and since Nam was now wide open to attacks he swiftly hopped twenty feet, seconds before another spiked vine crashed on his previous spot and fractured the ground.
So I was right. he concluded. The vines had a mind of their own, and that was her ultimate downfall. Maybe if they had fought a little sooner before Nam had the chance to develop his abilities –then she might have won a fight like this, but not today. Now airborne, Nam produced and yellow sphere of energy on his right hand that buzzed and whirred in the air as he tossed it towards the wild vines. Upon impact, the thick, ten feet vines exploded and scatterbrained across the entire ring.
Nam then landed a few feet of distance away from his injured adversary. Something about it was so sensual and he felt guilty for feeling that way. He noticed how her blood was a green hue, which erased any doubt about her race that he might have had. I don’t know what she is, but she’s definitely not human. he thought. The hooded warrior remained idle, allowing Maruca the chance to forfeit if she so wished. But something told him she wasn’t about to quit the fight; this woman had guts, and she would see this through till the end.
"I surrender..."
A short unnoticeable gasp escaped Nam. He definitely didn’t expect her to surrender, but it seemed she had realized that she couldn’t win. He could see it in her face; she wouldn’t dare look at him and walked away with her eyes at the ground. Nam didn’t know why, but he felt he had to say something. It’s not like Maruca was capable of deciphering his identity. Maybe she saw him through Geurin’s announcements, but she never heard his voice. As long as she was the only one to hear it, it wouldn’t matter.
“You’re a talented fighter…” he whispered timely in the moment she passed by him. To the crowd, he was nothing but a cloaked figure standing lifelessly in the ring like a statue, -waiting for his next opponent to show up.
The woman turned and smiled. "I hate to say this, but you're wrong. You're so strong I know you can kill me with your breath."
Nam was speechless. He tried to come up with a way to cheer her up but the announcer got on the stage and approached them. Nam quickly readjusted his hood and looked away.
"There you have it folks! The winner of this round is the Masked Fighter!"
The crowd cheered wildly. Although the battle didn’t end how it was supposed to, they were content with the show they made. Vines growing from the ground and energy balls were more than enough to cheer these guys up.[/spoiler]
Year 1 – Part Three
Geurin’s Tournament, Round 3: Zach vs Masked Fighter
It was Nam’s turn to fight again, round two was an automatic win. Some guy named ‘C.hoas’ just disappeared out of the blue and it turned out he was to be his next opponent. Nam had played a good hand keeping his identity concealed for this long and he was finally at the final round of the tournament. But things were about to get complicated, and his hairs would spike up as the blond man walked defiantly into the stage and began to circle around him like a vulture.
"Heh, you know all those heavy things you're wearing are going to get shredded by the time I'm done with you. Maybe you should take them off now before I wreck them." He threatened.
Nam nervously swallows down a blot of saliva down his throat as he stood there without vim and vigor to his name. He wasn’t feeling threatened, just nervous. He remembered vividly how their last encounter ended and couldn’t imagine what his reaction would be if Zach were to recognize him. The man was already a tough challenge as it was, but Nam had to restrain himself from using too many distinct moves that might hint at his identity. This would make the battle much more difficult. He couldn’t fight like Nam; he needed to fight like the Masked Fighter, and frankly, he hadn’t really worked around who the ‘Masked Fighter’ is in terms of fighting.
"Arrogant jerk," he spat to the lack of response. "Think you're better than me because you got a free ride? What are you hiding under there anyway?" he rhetorically asked before lunging forward without warning, at the drop of a hat, the shirtless man opened up and leapt; aiming to inaugurate the fight with his knee up the hooded man’s concealed face. Nam gasped, but remained completely still, seemingly unfazed by the upcoming attack.
Zach’s knee was only inches from the Masked Fighter’s face before he zanzokened out of the way in a swift disappearing act and maneuvered above the blond man, facing the opposite direction. The following felt like slow-motion as the hooded warrior arched a kick down the shirtless man’s muscular back. Zach fell on his hands and knees with a grunt, and quickly brought himself back to his feet, raising his arms in that boxing style defensive stance.
Nam landed and leisurely turned to face his opponent. He knew all too well this style of fighting. He observed. His eyes squint and focused, slowly studying as he scrolled down his opponent’s stance and stopped somewhere around the center. Target locked. ”He hasn’t changed a bit,” he thought.
"I knew you'd be a trickster just by the way you dressed; now you've confirmed it.” He said. “Come on, come and get me."
Nam raised his arms to either side and shrugged, ”I guess it’s my move then…” –he never did like taking the offensive. He’d much rather preferred blocking and countering, but he was forced to do the former.
A moment later, he dashed forward with his right fist cocked back and thrust for a sure hit aimed at Zach’s stomach. As expected, Zach took the hit. He, like Nam, preferred the defense and counter method, –except Nam blocked and countered while he endured and countered. Because of this, what came next was as predictable as a movie you’ve seen over and over again: Nam couldn’t help but chuckle at the cliché moment as Zach thrust down an elbow strike at his head, but his skin only met air as Nam once again zanzokened a few paces back to safety and instantly charged back up with his right arm protecting his face and a left hook streaming towards Zach’s face. A visible white grin could be seen from within the depths of his hood’s shadow, giving an ominous vibe. How many times had he fought Zach? How many times had he lived these similar situations? It was only right as rain that he’d eventually learn how deal with the blond human.
Zach was quick though. By the seat of his pants, he intercepted the punch with his retracting right arm and gripped Nam’s defending right arm at the wrist with his left. His arm was then pulled by the shirtless wonder with the intention of lifting his feet off the ground, but Nam stood his own and refused to budge. Instead, an orb of concentrated yellow energy formed on the palm of his free left hand with a buzzing noise and forced it onto Zach’s stomach with a small explosion as he pulled his right arm in, sending the man back to the other side of the ring on his back.
"Errrr, ok, you want to play tricky, fine." He growled while the hooded man clapped his gloved hands clean from the residue of the small explosion.
These were one of Nam’s advantages. He knew who Zach was, but Zach didn’t know who he was. In other words, Nam knew how to deal with Zach –kind of, and Zach didn’t know how the Masked Fighter would fight. Of course, if he kept using his little tricky moves, then he was still fighting like Nam –no? He bit his lip as he tried to decide. It didn’t occur to him until now that he didn’t really know what his style was. Was he a trickster, or not?
Suddenly, Zach jumped into the air. His eye let out a feint glow as he shot his eye lasers from above. Nam’s eyes dilated from within his anonymity. Surprised to see this move being used, he braced himself and jumped to the right. Ducked, rolled, and back to his feet in a landing crouched position. The eye beams continued towards the polished floor and left a black trail of smoke and burnt marks as it moved up. ”This is starting to get serious!” he thought, peering to the sky with wary eyes.
Zach grinned. Landing back in the center of the arena, translucent layers of energy formed on his body; he activated his armor with the bracers on his arms, leg protectors and the chest plate; but his abdominal cavity was the chink of his armor. It didn’t really surprise Nam that he hadn’t changed his method, but even he knew that Zach’s heel was also his ace in the hole; without mentioning, Zach was capable of overpowering Nam if he used that odd transformation he had. Sure, Nam had his new super saiyan, but he might as well take off his hood and get over with it. There was also Kaioken, but it was a technique that hindered him –and he only knows of Antary and himself who use it; therefore, another giveaway of his identity.
”Again?” he whined as Zach gave him the green lights. ”Alright, but it’s your turn next…”
Nam pushed forward. He never quite got the hang of fighting Zach while he wore that armor. It was always a bone crushing experience, but he decided to give it a shot and attack without second thoughts. Jumping for that double spin kick; his rotation was cut short on the first thrust as his right leg met with Zach’s right bracer. Suddenly, Nam’s back was now turned on his opponent, simply by Zach’s choice of arm.
He clenched his teeth. Those energy bracers were quite the defense as usual and he could feel his leg shaking from the impact. But his attack didn’t end there; by bending his knees, Nam followed through with his momentum and spun counterclockwise, threatening to plaster the soles of his feet onto the other man’s face. Little did he know, -or should’ve known- Zach was already attempting a counter at his back.
They were left in an impasse as both of Nam’s legs were caught between rocks; on the other hand, he knew Zach had the advantage. This was the perfect moment for his eye beams and the thought made him cringe under his cloak. A drop of sweat rolled down his face, not realizing until just now that he was subconsciously holding his breath. Without further delay, Nam disappeared out of sight –a trick the audience just couldn’t get enough of.
Nam appeared above the blond man and plunged down with an arched kick; Zach, though, was catching on and rolled out of reach. Nam’s foot crashed with the tiled floor and dug through it. He instantly followed up his attack with another kick, moving up and down Zach’s head like an arc. But by the strand of a hair, the shirtless man had completely escaped injury. This move wouldn’t work as effectively anymore, Nam concluded.
By the skin of his teeth, Nam maneuvered around another pair of beams as they singed his black sleeve. He gasped. The beams continued through and burrowed a hole on a concrete wall beyond. Zach wasn’t playing around! The crowd seemed to be thoroughly entertained with the two fighter’s spectacle and filled the background with their monotonous cheers. Nam softly landed on his toes and remained idle. ”Alright, your turn.” he thought, refusing to make the next move.
After a while, Zach decided to take the initiative. ”That’s the ticket!” Nam thought as he was finally on the defensive end. To his surprise though, the shirtless teen released another one of his beams at the ground. Startled, Nam brought his arms up across in defense and out of the cloud of debris spawned a kick which was intercepted by coincidence. Nam clenched his teeth as a powerful transparent force expelled from their encounter and his feet sunk into the cracked tiles of the arena.
Little after, Zach kicked himself off and landed even farther away. Nam furrows his eyebrows. I couldn’t do a thing.” he thought.
"What's the matter, running out of tricks?” Zach asked. “Or don't you like it when someone fights back just as dirty?"
Nam didn’t answer of course. Instead, he chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. It was the only real response he could give the man. But in his mind, he wasn’t fighting dirty. It was a fight and everybody has their own style; you’ll fight a boxer with your feet and you’ll shoot a swordsman with a gun. What defines you is how you use it.
"Oh, trying to make me angry now are you? I should warn you. Mister McMask, don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry."
Nam furrows his eyebrows in a grimace, still thinking back at his previous thought while Zach chewed the fat with a ghost. ”But I’m contradicting myself…” he thought.
Before, Nam wouldn’t fight an unarmed man with a sword. But fighting a swordsman with a pistol was almost the same thing. On the other hand, fighting a boxer with your feet wasn’t a bad strategy. It seemed that part of fighting was trying to get the higher advantage –but perhaps an ‘unfair’ advantage exists? The dilemma was tearing Nam apart as he was suddenly faced with his infamous internal struggles.
Thinking back, he resolved to use his blade against Touketsuki Yakedo despite him being ‘unarmed’. The purpose of their fight was to the death, Nam had learned that ‘honor’ meant nothing in the cost of another’s life –if not your own. But this was a sport. They were fighting a competition and the atmosphere was different. It wasn’t a death match until Zach learned of his identity. So there was no need for using swords.
Putting that aside, Nam wasn’t using any blades. Everything he had done was- "Hmmmm. I warned you."
Nam’s eyes widened as he descended back to the surface. His deep thought interrupted by the growl of his friend as he attempted another flying knee attack. It was just like Zach, to get bent out of shape by a clammed up man. But Nam saw right through him the moment he felt the flux of energy. The scorching hot twin beams would pierce through the fading image of where the hooded man once stood and hit nothing but air. If this kept going, there wouldn’t be any more brick walls left for the tournament –or a floor to stand on!
”Well, he’s using energy attacks too…” he thought, justifying his actions while he continued to question his own fighting style. His red aura flared wildly around his body and seemed to have gained life as it was expelled forward at the shirtless man below. Nam seemed to have cut the mustard and smirked at the success of his newest technique, the Aura Blast. The move itself wasn’t that strong compared to a normal energy wave –but it was strong enough to hold its own against it and had the ability of being spammed.
He watched as Zach was sent tumbling back by his new technique. He could remember training on one of his many rigorous drills in the deepest and darkest caverns, where it was completely void of society and barely any oxygen to breathe on. Rare and weird insectoid-like creatures crawling between damp crevasses; nothing but the echoes of water dripping on the rocky surface and his periodical screams and battle cries.
It was during that thrust of his Kamehameha wave that rocked the cavern, when he noticed his vulnerability to third party attacks. He needed to find a solution, -a way to fend off attacks from his back while he simultaneously fought with his main target. It was ingenious; he’d never seen a technique like it and felt identified by the uniqueness of his new power. But somehow, he still couldn’t think of a better strategy to fight off Zach’s armor –except the old, ‘fight until the fat man sings’.
The two competitors eyed each other from afar. The ring was completely silent, save the crowd’s cheers. The Master of Ceremonies seemed bent out of shape and speechless. Normally, they would run their mouth without restraint, but this man was stoned. Nam couldn’t decide whether he was glad he didn’t have to hear his comments or… what?
Nam sighed, “looks like it’s my turn again…”[/i] he thought. Taking the offensive once again, Nam drop kicked to the ground as soon as they entered close-combat distance and slid his feet across the floor; only a diversion for his real intentions. He didn’t know why though, since he knew Zach always bit the bullet when it came to stomach blows, but it felt too plain to just walk up to him and jab his fist through his guts.
To his surprise; although successfully performed an upper-cut straight through the solar plexus of the blond man, -Nam’s face was met with an opposing force as he was finally and solidly smacked across the face with a downward thrust of Zach’s fist. The force fazed him and repelled him a few inches, but he quickly reconstituted himself with a follow up.
Nam ejected his right fist from Zach’s mighty six and raised it over his head, taking Zach’s left arm with it and thus, leaving him wide open for a second blow to the gut. As expected from anyone, Zach attempted a counter with his right fist, but Nam swiftly and timely lifted his left arm in the same way he did with his right arm a few frames ago; rendering his blond foe defenseless once again as he thrust his ready fist into his stomach for the third time.
By the fourth blow to the stomach, Zach doubled over violently, in a desperate attempt to break free from Nam’s flawless choice of attack, -err, almost flawless. An audible grunt could be heard from the hooded man as his head was thudded by the other in a gruesome, bone crushing manner. Luckily, Zach wasn’t wearing a helmet! Otherwise, his head might’ve cracked open as he tumbled down on his back; another solid hit. Nam’s hood flew right off by the time he reached the ground. His long and dark brown, waist length hair flooded out and sprayed over the ring. The crowd grew silent. ”What a thick headed man!” he complained. His eyes closed shut and eyebrows furrowed together in a frown, clearly expressing pain from the red hue on his forehead. His eyes shot open.
“Damnit…” he finally spoke. The secret was out, his identity revealed because he wanted to please his friend and fight more directly. And now that same ‘friend’ was staring down with nostril flaring. For a moment, Nam thought he’d breathe fire.
"You..." he started with a growl, degradingly pointing down at the brunette man on the floor. “I let you live exactly so this wouldn't happen you idiot. What the hell did you think you were going to do here? What do you think I have to do now? I can't let you walk out of here, you know that right?"
Nam brought himself back up, pondering on how to answer. Certainly, Zach didn’t know about Geurin, and telling him now would just confuse him and hinder any chance he might have to actually say something meaningful. "Zach...” he began. “Everything you've been told is a lie. Gurin is using you!-”
"Oh shut up.” He snapped. “Do you think I'm a complete idiot? Everyone's been using me. The only difference is now something productive is coming from it."
"P-productive? You're okay with sending the planet to war?" he retorted in disbelief. Sure Zach hated aliens, namely saiyans, but could he truly be okay with war? Even he should know that humans weren’t fit to withstand an all-out attack from foreign forces. Only the rare ones like him who trained their body would stand a chance. They were looking at the eradication of the human race!
"The planet is mobilizing to properly defend itself. Of all the people on it, Gurin and I are the only ones strong enough to actually go to war as he says it. Now he's not going to go anywhere and neither am I. We aren't going to invade anyone because I'm not going to leave my planet open to attack and go elsewhere to do the same shit that ended up getting my whole family murdered." He explained. But as always, he was out of the loop. Nam spoke to Geurin, he heard Kami’s tale, and he knew what was really going on. The problem now was trying to successfully pass on the message to his shirtless human.
"Defending the planet is just an alibi.” Nam said. “Geu- Gurin's real objective is no different from Touketsuki."
Zach’s nostrils flared with anger as marched up to the other young man. Nam gritted his teeth as he was grabbed by the collar and pulled in to ensure no one could possibly hear them. "You don't seem to be able to get this trough your head.” He whispered in a callous and violent manner. “I don't care what his intentions are, I care to see that my planet is safe and it can only be that way by taking a firm stance against those who would invade us. Now he's not going to leave his seat of power to fight a battle off world and I'm not going to fight a proxy war for him. –And if he ‘does’ send my people out to fight this war, I won't hesitate to walk up behind him and snap his neck. Do you understand me? I would kill the man who saved my life twice if he put my planet in danger. That is how dedicated I am to my world."
Nam’s eyebrows furrowed together. "'Your' world,” he said. “What happened to 'our' world? You find out I used to have a tail and now I'm suddenly a stranger. I was born here too! You know absolutely nothing; therefore, you can't protect this world -not on your own.” His eyes intensified, unable to bear the other man’s ignorance. But who could blame him? “Gurin is far too strong now, maybe even stronger than Touketsuki. What makes you think you can lay a finger on him?"
"It became my world when I found out you lied to me from the moment we met. If you had told me what you were from the beginning I would have kicked your ass but that would have been it. –But no, you knew I had a problem with those monsters and you still didn't tell me.” He replied. “As for that green skinned old man, I can deal with him because he would never see it coming from me." Nam gasped as he was shoved backwards by Zach. "Now we had better get this moving or they are going to think you're getting to me. After this I don't want to see you again, stay, go, just stay out of my way and don't give me reason to hate the rest of you."
But Nam wasn’t about to leave just yet. Not without a solid closure. There were still things Zach didn’t understand, -like the reason why he never told him…
“There was no reason to tell you.” He said. “I only realized you had a problem with saiyans back when you fought Antary. I wanted to tell you the moment I found out, but…” he looked away to the ground, thinking back at the moment. “It just wasn't the right time…”
Antary had let himself get beaten up in order to calm Zach down and all he did was watch. Later he’d realize Zach had issues with saiyans –REAL issues. He never noticed because their boned was built around spars, never having a genuine moment worthy of conversation; they were always too busy training to get ready for the battle against Touketsuki Yakedo, and the moment he found it was too close to the fight. If he had told Zach that day about his origins –what he just said would’ve happened. He would’ve beaten the living day lights out of Nam and wasted whatever time they had to prepare for the callous tyrant.
“Next thing I know, Gurin fucks everything up..."
"I don't care what time you thought it was, you should have come clean but you chose to keep hiding." Zach retorted and raised his hands back into their usual defensive stance. "I've given you a fare warning. Fight back or I'm going to beat you to a paste and leave you for security... Or you could turn tail and run."
"I wasn't hiding anything." Nam said. Taking a moment to think things through, he observed his surroundings; the crowd, the gawking announcer. He turned around and started walking away. "There's no longer a purpose to stay here..." he said. His identity was revealed and staying to fight was pointless. He then stopped and turned, looking back at Zach from the side of his eyes. "I've said what I needed to say,” ”-mostly,” he thought. “-just know, our paths 'will' cross again. And depending on the circumstances, it might be on the battlefield..."
"Grrrr,” the shirtless man growled. “-And when we meet again are you going to fight or talk, you can't do both, not at the same time. If you want to do both then we will fight first." Zach grumbled and lowered his arms once more. "I want to let you go, but you know I can't. You've got to knock me down and run before I get back up, you understand that, right?"
Nam closed his eyes and nodded in agreement. As always, no matter what the circumstance, Zach liked to bite the bullet. Nam understood what the man was asking. In front of all these people, Zach would become their commander –under Geurin’s reign. He couldn’t just ‘let’ Nam get away now that they knew who he was. Therefore… at the blink of an eye, the brunette man was standing just inches away behind Zach.
"...and hopefully... as allies..." he whispered, and without a second to spare, aimed a quick thrust at the back of Zach’s head knocking him out. "My fight is with Geurin and his war, not you." he said as the human collapsed to the dirtied floors of the ring.
Nam then turned to the crowd. "I'm not a criminal!” he proclaimed. “I will protect this planet and overthrow Geurin's reign!"
He glanced one last time at the blond man and without another word, he readjusted his hood over his head and disappeared without a trace.