Post by chi on Jun 10, 2012 11:57:08 GMT -5
The far outskirts of Sara City!
There is a saying that where there is vice there is vengeance. Then the planet of Vegeta should think hard about a new yet suitable name. Planet Vice, Planet Venality maybe the planet of Vicious. That's just keeping the Vee as the lead letter in the name. I'm sure anyone who has ever encountered the Saiyan race has a term that fits them all too well, but of course not in a good way. Saiyans are prideful creature, they are but A Majin can't see a fault in that seeing as they have equal or greater pride in themselves. How could a mere low level Saiyan look down on her whole race where tens of thousands of her old comrade continue to fight for a cause, the cause she turned her back on long ago. How could to being that are so different have the same goals, the same mixed feeling about a race that One barely knew and the other spent her life living among them as family, distant but family for the most part.
Like a frozen dinner of Chicken Alfredo lightly Seasoned with Grilled chicken breast strips, tossed in a rich creamy Parmesan sauce over a bed of cold yet fresh fettuccine pasta. Uncooked followed by a smooth, sweet, frozen mixture of milk products and flavorings, containing a minimum of 10 percent milk fat in a room with a air conditioner on high blowing the air down you back sending a quick yet continuous shiver down your spine. Vengeance is a dish best served cold and the purple colored Majin had planned to make Vengeance its word of the day. Anger had flooded the mind of the Majin everything the humanoid plum colored creature saw only angered it more. Normal the mind of the once Saiyan girl Chisai would have interfered with that over powered feeling of hate. Today however was different she had arrived in the place she had been shunned from. All she had done for these people and they could not give her as much as a change to explain herself. Yes of course it was not her, but still it is the principle of the matter. Deep inside she was still family to these people who had attacked her on sight. When she had returned after the encounter she had, after bumping into the Majin she found herself battling everyday via the minds. They had only seen a strange creature.
Maybe she always had the feeling of anger deep down in her soul, maybe she hated every last one of them for their constant nagging and attempts on trying to make her something she was not and never wanted to be, a fighter. It have even been the mindset of the Majin slowly over powering her mind and she started to feel the haltered that the Majin carried on the daily flow into her mind making her feel that the best thing for her to do is to hate the place she could no longer go and to hate the people that lived there. Maybe the only true answer would be found after she destroyed the area and all it inhabited. Death was not an option at this point it was a must. The Burning yellow eyes of the Majin grew wide as its purple hands started to form reddish energy in both palms. Slowly the female like creature walked up with a lady-like walk twisting at the hips like a model on the cat walk. Her widened yellow eyes dashed back and forth in the village Chisai had grown up in. Passing through the gates of her old village. The under tone thoughts of hunger, thirst and tiredness bubbled up in her mind. Still walking along the small crowd of people into the thriving village. Now that she saw the village's inhabitants, the purple Majin was sure that she wasn't one of them anymore anymore. The local people were, putting it plainly, beautiful. There were many beings of course, however majority of it were the non elder, women with their graces and simple beauty, adorned in rich dresses up to the ground. Men, handsome and confident walked around in small groups, presumably hunting for the ladies.
There were other Saiyans as well, low-levels and averged rank Saiyans. The plum Majin looked at itself, for the first time noticing that her simple black trousers and white t-shirt with short sleeves were ripped in many places and covered in dust. Her purle skin did not make things better at all.That would be the reason why people looked at her so critically… But Majin female being did not care for the opinions of these soon to be dead people and she strolled on through the dusty floors of the village with her head high, searching for something, That something was a place to start her attack. How could her own people of all age looking her up and down as if she was some kind of wicked monstrous beast. This only angered the Majin more as it fired off two shots of reddish energy into a nearby building sending it tumbling down to the ground. A few brave fighters now stood in front of the purple Majin. "I thought we told you to leave this place beast!" Three men stood in front of the Majin and the man to the far left spoke in a manner that only spoke to the magically created creature to kill him first. Placing it small hand in front of its body he gathered up energy in its palm yet again. This time it pulled its hand back before trusting it forward sending a power attack straight toward the man. Not even giving the attack time to connect let alone hardly leave her hand she was flying low to the ground. Dust form the sandy village blanketed the area. The angry ball of purple feminine goo grabbed the other two men who were standing almost perfectly beside on another. Her palms slammed into their Adams apples before her finger wrapped around their necks. Like a wrench she twisted her hand only making its grip that much tighter.
Lifting herself up she again took flight then time flying 90 degrees into the air. Boom the sound of her attack had hit the first guy she attacked. This is where it ends the Majin thought with the smile of an angered Saiyan. Tossing both of the elder males down to the ground she begin to let loose all the energy she could muster thrusting attack after attack on the village leveling it out into a flat surface of burning debris. Decreasing her height in the sky she landed back on the ground in disappointment. The Majin wanted a good fight but it seemed as thought it would not get one. Pissed at the boring outcome the Majin then started to walk away heading for what looked like to be the city of which the Kings palace stood tall and mighty.
There is a saying that where there is vice there is vengeance. Then the planet of Vegeta should think hard about a new yet suitable name. Planet Vice, Planet Venality maybe the planet of Vicious. That's just keeping the Vee as the lead letter in the name. I'm sure anyone who has ever encountered the Saiyan race has a term that fits them all too well, but of course not in a good way. Saiyans are prideful creature, they are but A Majin can't see a fault in that seeing as they have equal or greater pride in themselves. How could a mere low level Saiyan look down on her whole race where tens of thousands of her old comrade continue to fight for a cause, the cause she turned her back on long ago. How could to being that are so different have the same goals, the same mixed feeling about a race that One barely knew and the other spent her life living among them as family, distant but family for the most part.
Like a frozen dinner of Chicken Alfredo lightly Seasoned with Grilled chicken breast strips, tossed in a rich creamy Parmesan sauce over a bed of cold yet fresh fettuccine pasta. Uncooked followed by a smooth, sweet, frozen mixture of milk products and flavorings, containing a minimum of 10 percent milk fat in a room with a air conditioner on high blowing the air down you back sending a quick yet continuous shiver down your spine. Vengeance is a dish best served cold and the purple colored Majin had planned to make Vengeance its word of the day. Anger had flooded the mind of the Majin everything the humanoid plum colored creature saw only angered it more. Normal the mind of the once Saiyan girl Chisai would have interfered with that over powered feeling of hate. Today however was different she had arrived in the place she had been shunned from. All she had done for these people and they could not give her as much as a change to explain herself. Yes of course it was not her, but still it is the principle of the matter. Deep inside she was still family to these people who had attacked her on sight. When she had returned after the encounter she had, after bumping into the Majin she found herself battling everyday via the minds. They had only seen a strange creature.
Maybe she always had the feeling of anger deep down in her soul, maybe she hated every last one of them for their constant nagging and attempts on trying to make her something she was not and never wanted to be, a fighter. It have even been the mindset of the Majin slowly over powering her mind and she started to feel the haltered that the Majin carried on the daily flow into her mind making her feel that the best thing for her to do is to hate the place she could no longer go and to hate the people that lived there. Maybe the only true answer would be found after she destroyed the area and all it inhabited. Death was not an option at this point it was a must. The Burning yellow eyes of the Majin grew wide as its purple hands started to form reddish energy in both palms. Slowly the female like creature walked up with a lady-like walk twisting at the hips like a model on the cat walk. Her widened yellow eyes dashed back and forth in the village Chisai had grown up in. Passing through the gates of her old village. The under tone thoughts of hunger, thirst and tiredness bubbled up in her mind. Still walking along the small crowd of people into the thriving village. Now that she saw the village's inhabitants, the purple Majin was sure that she wasn't one of them anymore anymore. The local people were, putting it plainly, beautiful. There were many beings of course, however majority of it were the non elder, women with their graces and simple beauty, adorned in rich dresses up to the ground. Men, handsome and confident walked around in small groups, presumably hunting for the ladies.
There were other Saiyans as well, low-levels and averged rank Saiyans. The plum Majin looked at itself, for the first time noticing that her simple black trousers and white t-shirt with short sleeves were ripped in many places and covered in dust. Her purle skin did not make things better at all.That would be the reason why people looked at her so critically… But Majin female being did not care for the opinions of these soon to be dead people and she strolled on through the dusty floors of the village with her head high, searching for something, That something was a place to start her attack. How could her own people of all age looking her up and down as if she was some kind of wicked monstrous beast. This only angered the Majin more as it fired off two shots of reddish energy into a nearby building sending it tumbling down to the ground. A few brave fighters now stood in front of the purple Majin. "I thought we told you to leave this place beast!" Three men stood in front of the Majin and the man to the far left spoke in a manner that only spoke to the magically created creature to kill him first. Placing it small hand in front of its body he gathered up energy in its palm yet again. This time it pulled its hand back before trusting it forward sending a power attack straight toward the man. Not even giving the attack time to connect let alone hardly leave her hand she was flying low to the ground. Dust form the sandy village blanketed the area. The angry ball of purple feminine goo grabbed the other two men who were standing almost perfectly beside on another. Her palms slammed into their Adams apples before her finger wrapped around their necks. Like a wrench she twisted her hand only making its grip that much tighter.
Lifting herself up she again took flight then time flying 90 degrees into the air. Boom the sound of her attack had hit the first guy she attacked. This is where it ends the Majin thought with the smile of an angered Saiyan. Tossing both of the elder males down to the ground she begin to let loose all the energy she could muster thrusting attack after attack on the village leveling it out into a flat surface of burning debris. Decreasing her height in the sky she landed back on the ground in disappointment. The Majin wanted a good fight but it seemed as thought it would not get one. Pissed at the boring outcome the Majin then started to walk away heading for what looked like to be the city of which the Kings palace stood tall and mighty.
