Exitlude (Leaving Namek)

[Gray Callahan]

Boliko shifts in his bed, his eyes wearily opening, drawing in the morning light. Today was the day. In a day or so he would be on another planet entirely, and if his theory was correct Touketsuki Yakedo would be there - and the saiyan king would beat him, oh yes, beat him into the ground. It was the way of the world, and Boliko thought of no other option. Boliko was king of the righteous empire, and Yakedo was the greedy bastard emperor ruling through fear. Yes. Surely this was the only way? The saiyan king dreams of glory, of songs going through hundreds of years in time, as did the songs of King Baddack, the Super Saiyan of legend. King Boliko, the Super Saiyan, Baddack's legacy.

Yes.

He swivels out of the bed... gods, he would miss that level of comfort, however. Unfortunately he had been unable to track down Param to thank him for his stay, and for the peculiar power boost he had been gifted with. He was too proud to admit it, but without it he wouldn't have had the confidence to leave the planet Namek for the moment. He leaves the Namekian gi he had worn for the duration of his stay in a tidy pile on the floor.

The birds are singing. He would miss those birds. They were, perhaps, closer to him than any other being. They were able to soar where others had to walk, an inspirational class of organism. Most, without knowledge of energy control, were stuck to the ground. Boliko can fly, of course, and even blast his way through the sky in his ship, with the aid of advanced technology; still, though, he would maintain his obsession with birds, and organism that Vegeta seemed to be lacking. Perhaps, after this war was over, he would aim on not just restoring the Saiyan race but the Saiyan home-world - a scientific Genesis, if you will. Yes, he could see a lush green world, forests not filled with mutants like he had seen on his first planetary trek but with birds of all shapes and sizes.

Yes. A good dream. Perhaps a bit too 'flowery' to speak aloud of at the moment, during the midst of conflict, but it would be done.

He slips into his armour. It glistens in the sunlight, seems to shine, the king notes, and if he were more creative he might wager that it reflected his hopes for tomorrow, a new dawn. His cape billows behind him as he steps into the wind, his eyes being greeted by the massive metal structure of his ship. Several Namekians had gathered to watch him grow, many of the warrior clan whom he had practiced with on occasion and healers who had fixed him up after particularly tough sessions. The Namekians were a good people with strong abilities, and in the future they should assist the Saiyans well.

The metal staircase descends from the ship with a hiss and a thud, as it slams into Namekian soil for perhaps the last time for a while, and should Boliko be unsuccessful... perhaps a while longer. Boliko looks up at the hulking structure. This would be his abode for a day or so. He'd hoped that the crew had made the beds more comfortable than they were on the initial trip to Namek. While he was going to get some last-minute training in, he'd need to sleep before they got to Earth - he needed to be full strength, and fully awake for the lizardking.

His mind ticks over as he begins to climb the staircase. Why had Touketsuki continued to adhere to his schedule? He didn't seem geeky enough to do it just for schedule's sakes, so it had to be something else. Either he was scared of Boliko and so was trying to delay the date of his death, or there was something beneficial about going to the Earth first.

Boliko shakes his head. He could figure it out from Yakedo, just before he crushes his head beneath his foot. He twists around at the top of the stairs, facing the Namekian settlement. A small crowd had gathered, those who had been tending the farms. Boliko offers them a smile and simply raises his right hand into the air, palm facing them, a gesture of friendship. The crowd raise their own in response.

Boliko twists and enters the dome. The ship had many levels - the top level housed his room, with his own computer and training area. He would stay there for the majority of the flight, leaving only to eat and converse with the captain to ensure they were on time and there weren't any technical hiccups.

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Once his other soldiers were prepared to leave, jets of fire begin to erupt from the base of the orb. The ship blasts into the air with a thunderous roar, a trail of smoke behind it. Boliko watches from the window of his room as the Namekian world slowly becomes smaller, the village becoming insect-sized as the stars become visible, glittering atoms in the infinite darkness.

And so it was that the two self-proclaimed rulers were one step closer to an ultimate confrontation, should Yakedo not be stopped on Earth first.

The Times, They Would Be A-Changin'.

[jinzon]

Jinzon had remained where he first met the king. Training to improve but not the way he should have. Instead of his body and power he had been training his mind and his senses. Mastering the ability of manipulating his energy and senses. The short time he had been here he had progressed in those area's only. He could not in his right mind train himself as he should on this planet. Considering the possible damage that could have been caused to a people that was helping his king. He had received the message though that they would be leaving soon and he had made his way here. He arrived in time to see his king entering the massive ship. He himself had never been in one of that size. Always having been shoved in a pod.

So walking forward he was intent of speaking with his king before they left the planet. Covering ground with good stride until he came to the ramp of the ship. And from there he went up and let a flare of energy rise and fall to get the kings attention on some level. Letting him know he was here. His own training had suffered but he hoped to make up for that. Though he now had more control over the sensing of ki, flight and energy control. He needed the power boost and physical training to be of any good to the king and the battle that was coming.

( He entered the ship. when thread ends zeni please. )

[Gray Callahan]

(You need to just enter the ship, don't really have time for a long thread here)

[lander35]

Ozikai awoke early in the morning; he knew what day it was. Today was the day that Ozikai and Bass would be heading to Earth, Earth was a great planet and Ozikai was beginning to miss it. But today he was going back; he would finally be going back. Apparently Touketsuki was on Earth but they had no real confirmation. If he was on Earth then at least they would be able to get some help from the earth fighters. However Ozikai did not know how much help they would be able to provide. He did not know how strong they would be as he only knew Toshio. However Ozikai would follow Boliko wherever he went and he wanted to go to Earth so that’s where they would be going.

Ozikai go out of this bed and got dressed. Then he entered his Pod. He might be able to get some training done with Bass on the way there. If not that was fine, getting any more training in did not bother Ozikai that much, As long as he could get back to Earth. Ozikai stood inside his space pod. He assumed that Bass would be training inside his pod in another room so he decided to leave. The trip was going to take about a day so he went to go take a nap for a while.

[Glaecer]

Glaecer was sitting quietly in the plains, training, but this was no normal training he had be training his mind trying to develop his psychic powers more. His mediation was interrupted by a low rumbling sound, it was then he knew it was time he stood up and walked over to his space pod, he hopped inside pressed a few button and his space pod took off. Once his and Boliko’s ship were outside of namek’s gravity, Glaecer docked his pod onto Boliko’s and began walking towards the bridge of the ship, Glaecer was wearing a thick cloak, this ensured that no one would know who he is. Glaecer found Boliko walking through one of the corridors

“Training I presume” He said to the saiyan Prince “I will depart from your vessel shortly before we enter earth’s gravity, in the meantime I will be in the cargo hold, training my mind”

Glaecer then headed off towards the cargo hold where he would stay until they were near earth.


((I hope you don’t mind Boliko it just seemed more efficient than me staying in my spacepod))
I just noticed,it seems that jinzon had the same idea as me for training

PL please

[Deleted]

Today was a new day and the day Bass would leave his home with the saiyans, to aid them in the battle against Touketsuki. He had woken up early to start training as a warm up for the day. He wasn’t training under gravity –he would wait for Ozikai to get ready so they could spar instead. The young namek had been working hard ever since he got unlimited access to the blue haired saiyan’s training room. He wanted to get as strong as possible; as fast as possible, so he could be in top form and wouldn’t be a burden to the others.

Bass was working a sweat as he rapidly punched the air and added a few kicks once in a while. His right arm would thrust forward three times and then his left would follow. The thrusts were so fast they left the after-image of his arms extended as if he never brought it back. He was practicing with his new eye as he did, looking around in different places while his main eyes were locked and focused on the task at hand. It felt weird to control all of this and he needed to reach a point where he wouldn’t have to think in order to move his third eye. The goal was to make the extra eye his own, as it would eventually begin to feel natural.

Up and down, left and right, the eye between antennae would gaze. His mind was thinking on multiple things: With his main eyes he focused on his thrusts, while with his third he began to consciously call out the names and colors of objects in the room. This way he training himself to be aware of multiple things at a time and would then react. Suddenly, his extra eye cranked to the nearby window as the ship began to shake and the rockets, propellers –or whatever it uses, turned on and filled the silent air with its combustion and roar.

Looks like Ozikai got up already… he thought, continuing his training while observing outside the window. By now, his father and everyone in the Warrior Caste would probably begin to wonder where the young namek had disappeared to. He didn’t say anything since he feared they might not let him go. He was afraid they might’ve made him go to earth with Cymbal; but Bass would rather die than fight alongside that thing. It was inevitable though, leader or not, sooner or later he would have to fight with that other namek he hated so passionately.

I’ll be back… he promised. And I… will be stronger…

(PL)

[Jorlaxl]

Ozikai: 250 power level awarded!
Bass: 550 power level awarded!
Jinzon: 200 zeni awarded!
Glaecer: 200 power level awarded!
Boli: 1200 power level awarded!