[Matters of Military](Complete, Weighted Clothing)

[Rensou Hiruen]

With footfalls echoing through the halls with the song of purpose, Rensou Hiruen tailed his Lieutenant Attendant, Arienne. Sweat still shone over his muscular, masculine body, and blood still caked his face. An hour earlier, the Saiyan had tested himself against the murderous force of twenty times gravity and been victorious. Now, he headed for the conference room where he was to meet with other officials within the vast and powerful Saiyan military. Arienne had described an issue that required his immediate attentions, and with that in mind the man had come immediately rather than opting for more esteemed dress and cleaned figure.

The duo passed through the opened doorway of the chamber, and with haste the three assembled officers stood at attention, erect and postured, and snapped their fists before their chests in the traditional salute of the Saiyan military. Upon each positioned arm, the logo of the new Empire stood proudly. With a movement of their own, Arienne and Rensou straightened and set their feet, lifting their own marked arms before their chest, where Boliko had placed the symbol of his organization upon the pair as well.

“I'd heard you were attempting twenty times gravity, today, General,” a tall, caped male mused, the stars upon his breast signifying that this particular Saiyan was a colonel. Appel had no doubt come to that opinion with an assessment of Rensou's labored gait, and his disheveled appearance. The tall Colonel shook his head from side to side, smiling all the while. “It's a wonder you did not die, sir.”

“They lied when they said the good die young,” Rensou chuckled, stepping past his attendant to take his seat at a rectangular table littered with paperwork and other things of business. “At ease,” he ordered, and the assembled officers closed in upon their respective seats and took them before Rensou shifted his calm eyes across each of them, Saiyans all, powerful and intelligent beings strong in their beliefs and of arm. The last Hiruen, general of the Saiyan Solar Empire, would swell his chest with pride to fight alongside each and every one of them.

Anienne cleared her throat, which gave way to her beautiful voice, “Captain Leke has the details, General Hiruen,” and with that the situation that had called Rensou from his gravity chamber began to be unveiled. Anienne had a brief idea what was going on, as did two of the other officers, but Captain Leke was the foremost when it came to matters of Vegetan affairs. The short, graying female reached towards the most strewn papers before setting a pair of spectacles upon the bridge of her pointed nose. She tapped her chin for a moment, before the small eyes set in her wrinkled face began to droop. Captain Leke was, obviously, one of the oldest Saiyan alive on the planet. She was powerful, for age came not to the race easily.

“Your report, Captain Leke, please?” Rensou politely said, raising his voice to awaken the elderly warrior.

The wizened Captain stirred, lifting her head in shock as she was preemptively awoken from her nap. A small hand reached upward and readjusted her glasses before she set her spectacles on Rensou and began to deliver the news that had so rudely drawn him from his preparations for Touketsuki Yakedo.

“Ah, yes, well, Rensou. . .” she began, choosing to address the youngster by his first name and ignoring rank altogether. Years had given her that privilege, at least. She continued, “The last of the forces of the old regime have been located, and two squadrons have thus far not reported nor returned.”

Rensou, Arienne, Appel, and the last officer, Tato, glanced downward to the table they each sat at. It was abundantly clear that the rebellious forces of the past regime had been too much for the specialized and competent squadrons that Rensou himself had set to the task. Though each Saiyan was far from an overly emotional being, each mourned the loss of the powerful warriors and their prior commitments to the Saiyan Solar Empire. The men and women that had fallen for the glory of Boliko Koregutsu left behind families and friends, and no amount of regret could remove the pain of their losses.

“For the fallen, full wages and the highest honors are to be delivered to their families,” Rensou decided, anger rising within him for those whom foolishly chose to stand against his soldiers. To think, they warred amongst their own brethren when a intergalactic threat approached, one that the Vegetan people were hardly prepared to fend off, much less appease. Rensou smashed his clenched hand against the table, but managed to regain himself.

“Sir, the rebels grow in strength. Those finding the new Empire not to their liking flock to join the ranks as we speak,” Leke continued, and finally Tato stepped forward. The man was Rensou's elder by ten years, a veteran of combat and a commander of men in many successful campaigns. “Sir, allow me to lead the next attack,” he pleaded with fire in his eyes. Tato himself had lost a son to the rebel faction, and wished to taste revenge. Of that, Rensou was well aware, and he could understand the emptiness that followed the death of loved ones.

“Tato, I deny that request,” Rensou replied, the thought of losing the Major was a terrible one, for he was a Saiyan like himself whom could draw the Empire to greater things, if he lived. Tato snarled then, standing from his seat and leaning over it to set his face dangerously close to that of the General.

“Then what do you propose, General Hiruen!?” he snarled.

“I propose that you and I, and no one else, finish this civil war,” Rensou answered, and Tato immediately grinned at the warrior whom, moments ago, he was prepared to come to blows with.

“General Hiruen, that's not –,” Lieutenant Arienne began, but the stern voice of her superior silenced her complaints.

“We can afford no more lives, Arienne. On the morrow, Tato and I will depart. Yourself, Leke, and Appel will see to the affairs of the military while we are away.”

With that, Rensou stood and turned, accepting no further issues with his decision as he prepared to end the infighting amongst his people himself.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“Reports indicate that their average warrior is within the range of our usual recruit, Rensou,” Anienne informed as her general and Major Tato strode into the preparation chambers of the Saiyan elite. The walls were alight with screens, characters of the Saiyan alphabet flashing across them telling a varied wealth of information pertaining to the mission and the general status of the military. The two males came to a halt before Anienne as she continued. “The leaders are below the two of you, but you're outnumbered. I suppose you have a plan already, right?” the young Lieutenant inquired hopefully.

Rensou exchanged a tense grin with Tato as his calculating coals swept for Anienne momentarily before he returned his focus to her and nodded his head. “Aye, Lieutenant, we have a plan,” that plan was to plan to the situation. There was no preset sequence. The pair would do as the Saiyans would, killing and wounding until the enemy withered and there were none left.

“Excellent,” Anienne concluded with optimism. Rensou smiled reassuringly, or so it would seem, he truly grinned at the passing of his half truth. Anienne took a few steps towards a table on the opposite end of the room, motioning for the pair to follow as she did. She halted before two divided sets of equipment, and Rensou marveled at the expenses taken to ensure his success.

“I have a scouter,” Tato remarked as he glanced down to the one identical to his own, sitting beside a suit of neoprene, a body suit insulated against the cold climes the pair would be traveling to. In addition, there was a simple suit of armor prepared for the pair. They bore no resemblance to the gear they wore now, proudly blaring their affiliation for the enemy to see. “They relay video, Tato. . .the empire cannot afford to lose more warriors,” Anienne pointed out, and especially not the pair prepared to give and take life so that no more Saiyan would fall in the civil war.

Rensou tightened the scouter to his ear, his fingers practiced against the buttons. He had owned one as a boy, but it had been some time since he had felt that sensation of absolute knowledge of the battlefield. The things were capable of overcoming his own reflexes and senses, and reading the energy signature of individual attacks were well inside a scouter's ability. “And the armor is for concealing whom we are,” he gathered, sliding it over his head as Tato did the same. Both men had already managed to slip into the reinforced neoprene insulation. Between the lower class armors and sheath hiding their marks of the empire, the two might pass for typical warriors.

Except for the fact that they were both well known men, “They'll recognize us, Anienne,” Tato complained, but the Lieutenant shook her pretty head and smiled. “Taken care of, Major,” and she pointed out the most important piece of information thus far revealed. “Intelligence reports a convoy of defectors from our own forces,” and Rensou nodded, for it was apparent to he and Tato that Anienne meant for the two to approach the rebel base with that convoy. “It leaves at night, and will travel in absolute darkness to avoid detection by our own military. The rendezvous point has been decided, and the convoy moves at midnight from the plains outside the city. The coordinates have been uploaded into your scouters.” the beautiful Lieutenant concluded, giving the two of the a salute as they turned to exit after their own salute.

“Worry not, Anienne, I'll take care of the General,” Tato laughed as he followed Rensou from the room. The pair had two hours before they would begin their task.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The hours had passed quickly. Tato had spent his time before the dangerous mission with his family, in the case that the dreaded occurred and he and Rensou failed in their task and ultimately perished. Rensou had spent his in solitude, with no family to speak of and hardly a close friend to call his own besides Anienne, whom was busy watching over the operations of the military in his absence. Rensou finally departed, exiting his fine quarters and taking flight, his aura of green and blue streaking behind him all the way to the desolate landscape of the plains, guided by the way-point provided by the enhanced scouter he had been provided with.

With a dark cloak hiding his features, he descended in amongst the group – his own soldiers, deciding to throw their lot in with another army. Gladiators and civilians, all of them dissatisfied with the current state of affairs. He ciphered through each and every one of them, amongst them he noted the gladiators, if not by name, by face, until he found another “recruit” wearing the same garb as he. “A fine night to stand against Koregutsu, and his general,” Rensou murmured, his voice low to prevent recognition but loud enough to prevent any suspicions.

“My quarrel lies with the major,” Tato answered, deciding his own reasons for his fictional betrayal was an annoyance with himself. Rensou smiled at the humor of the man, and the half moon above them lit his smile and his comrade returned the expression. Soon, more than the light of the satellite shone against them as a commercial ship landed not far from the assembled, and men of the rebellion began to herd the new blood into the confines of the ship. Rensou and Tato found themselves swept into the current and allowed it to take them into the holds.

There were no words exchanged between the general and major as they were transported to the colder climes of Vegeta's southern regions, a place dominated by barren tundra and mountains that reached for the heavens. The traitorous ones spoke of new glory once the old regime regained control, completely unaware of the monstrous threat sitting beside them in the form of two of Vegeta's strongest warriors. Their grins were hidden under the shadows of the dark cowls they wore, and Rensou stifled a chuckle as a man mentioned that Koregutsu would be overthrown and his general would be slaughtered for his crimes against the true Vegetan government.

Hours passed and the talk finally died as some men went to sleep, and others pondered their choice to cast their lot in with the rebel forces. Rensou hardly moved, feigning sleep. As for Tato, he managed to drift away – content in the knowledge that his general would wake him when he was required. Finally, the transport had halted and landed. Pressurized doors hissed as they opened, giving way to the roar of a cold wind. Every man was ushered to his feet as they exited the ship. Ahead of him, Rensou Hiruen noted a former officer of the old military. As each and every man passed him, the man took their hands and welcomed them to the rebellion.

With Tato in tow behind him, Rensou reached the one whom welcomed these traitorous wretches with such enthusiasm. The smaller Saiyan extended his hand to the last Hiruen, and Rensou caught it with his own. “Reveal yourself, brother,” his would-be superior ordered, “How about a name?” he asked, and Rensou smiled beneath that hood as his free hand reached upward to unveil his face as the shroud fell free of features that were immediately recognized. “R-r-rensou H-h-h-. . .” the greeter stuttered, astounded before his body slumped to the ground in death, his eyes still wide and a neat cavity spraying red from where his heart once was.

So much for an intricate plan to be decided upon once infiltration was completed, the general of the Saiyan Solar Empire had decided this was to be done here and now.

[Rensou Hiruen]

A warning to the people, the good and the evil~

Recruits and soldiers about the pair of intruders and tensed, preparing their most basic of instincts, to fight or fly! The Saiyan blood shuddering through their violent veins chose the first option, and the immediate counterattack towards General Rensou and Major Tato began with flurries of fists, cascading kicks and burning blasts! Glorious battle, a small chapter in the beautiful novel that is war!

“Tato, behind you!” Rensou cried, his aura blasting away the blackened cloak and revealing his typical armors and bodysuit, adjusted for the mission that was supposed to be one of stealth. With a thrust of his feet and a burst of Bukujutsu, he intercepted the female approaching Tato from her front. The woman's face became one of shock as with lightning speed Rensou brought a leg over her shoulder and down in a splendid axe kick, shattering her body as if she were nothing before the general.

This is war.

“Well done, Rensou!” cried the muscular major at his back as he evaded a clenched fist with a beautiful sway to his left. The one known as Tato adjusted his momentum then, pushing himself forward as he flanked his foe to level a deadly palm before the face of his newest attacker to unleash a burst of ki energy that left the foe with something one might consider a face, but a more disfigured definition of the term. Bodies fell as the two fought at each other's back, above the other as one took flight, below. . .anywhere an assault approached from, it was met with deadly repercussions.

To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim~

“Not bad yourself, Major Tato!” answered the last Hiruen as his shin slashed into an approaching body, catching it squarely in the side and actually ripping through it. Such was the terrible strength of Rensou, and each of his attacks were being propelled with the vicious torque of one bent on killing rather than playing as Saiyans were apt to do. Perhaps if there had not been such an overwhelming number, Rensou might toy and trifle with these pitiful men and women.

The body fell to the ground, in two neat halves as intestine rolled free and the last of life trickled away from that unlucky one, a muffled cry escaping his throat as he stared at a useless lower half. To stand against the Saiyan Solar Empire meant death. There was no other ultimatum for those whom would rebel against Rensou's king! Warriors began to shy away from the frightening strength of the general as he unveiled his true strength, the Kousho.

This is war.

Soldiers became nothing under the combined wrath of the two Saiyan, the pair weaving a beautiful dance of blood and bone with every strike thrown and every blast fired. At times, they soared above their enemy and bombarded them with flurries off energy. Whence their foe rose up to meet them in the starry sky, they were struck down with glorious force. Alarms wailed throughout the rebel encampment as more men joined the fight that seemed unwinnable.

Such blind aggression was what it meant to be Saiyan, and Rensou and Tato alike could feel nothing but pride for the way their kinsmen fought. Without a chance in hell they barreled onward to certain destruction, resolute in their cause as were the last Hiruen and his major. Nothing could stop one of these fighters from protecting their chosen path with every last fiber of themselves. They feared cowardice more than death a hundredfold~

It's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie~

“Stand down!” a voice cried, and Rensou immediately landed amongst the ranks that circled he and Tato, whence his officer landed beside him. The soldiers had withdrawn, but new threats strode forth out of their midst. The leadership of the rebellion. In a typical war, the upper echelons of military might direct the movements and attacks of the underlings. A Saiyan war was something entirely different, for with more strength came the will to stand at the front.

“General Hiruen and the Major, excellent,” Katuo Hizaraki chimed, stepping forth with a female and male Saiyan standing at his side. Katuo was a former officer under the old regime, but had chosen to cast his lot in with his old allegiance rather than Boliko Koregutsu. Rensou smiled and nodded at the man whom had once served with his father. Tato cracked his knuckles, and the blood of the enemy fell in sheets from their armors and weapons of battle; knuckles and feet and shins. Rensou wore a bruise upon his cheek, and Tato's lip was split apart. The next few moments would either be absolute victory or utter defeat for the rebellious forces of Katuo.

The moment to live, and the moment to die~

“Let's settle this war before things get out of hand, Hizaraki,” Rensou delivered, steadying himself for the first time this night into a serious combative stance.

“Things will be out of hand regardless, boy,” Katuo smiled as a bright orb of energy shimmered to life within his grip. Rensou's eyes went wide with fear at what it was quickly becoming.

The moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight.

“Men, retreat and regroup far from here,” Katuo ordered his soldiers, and those assembled quickly sped away. The one known as Hizaraki was about to begin a dangerous game of ancient Saiyan dueling, the truest test of might between Saiyans. The officers of Katuo glanced at him, and he nodded his head, they two took to the star-lit clouds above and left.

“Tato, return to Saru,” Rensou snarled as the orb within Katuo's hand became a shining beacon that had begun to magnetize the coal eyes of the last Hiruen. Tato had begun to stare as well, drawn to the forces at work here. “I won't, Rensou,” he answered, wishing to drink in the beautiful light before him and stand beside his comrade.

“Do it, Tato!” Rensou roared, turning his attentions to Tato, whom bared his teeth but stood down. The major did as he was told.

To the right, to the left~

“It's a good thing you sent your man away, Hiruen,” Katuo laughed, pushing the finally completed orb into the skies where it levitated in place. “We wouldn't want you to kill your comrades like that father of yours, would we?!” and then the rebel leader tossed his head back, laughing a terrible light as he began to drink in the light of an emulated moon. “Shut up!” cried the general, whom suddenly found himself more enraged than he had been his entire life. He began to clear the distance between he and tormenter with a fist drawn to strike him down.

The approach of Rensou Hiruen was halted as mere feet away from the man a moment before he had wished to strike then stared upward into the brightened night sky above them, glued to the beautiful thing above them. Their heads tilted back as their muscles tensed whilst they screamed with pain, but that cry became an awful roar as the pair began to transform. This night, two Oozaru would fight to the death and settle the dispute of whom had the right to rule Planet Vegeta.

We will fight to the death. . .

[Rensou Hiruen]

Coal spheres were fixated upon a sphere of pearl as two Saiyans began a ritual hardly practiced, but sacred to the Saiyan peoples. Their bodies thrashed with pain, but the drawing force of the lunar light was not to be ignored. Nay, Rensou nor Katuo could tremble underneath the overbearing light and shield their faces, for their body willed them against it. Their very spirit bade them not! Thus, the pair cried out in utter agony as their bodies began a metamorphosis unlike any other witnessed throughout the galaxy. Their very structure would be changed, their appearances altered. . .their mentalities blunted, yet sharp with thirst for conflict.

The last Hiruen felt the sinews within his arms tighten to the point they could have snapped as if they were but twine. The pulse quickened, thundering inside his temples. . .overwhelming the pitiful cries of pain at the false moon above him. Bone within him twisted, snapping in places and forcing Rensou to call out for mercy, this was all but unbearable to he, whom had never felt this exhilarating agony in his lifetime. It was forbidden for one such as he, the last of Hiruen blood. . .to ever become this monster spilling out from within him as if he had been it all along.

The calciums stored from his gargantuan Saiyan diet were called upon, layering themselves atop the bone structure where each and every one had been broken. They fuse and lengthened, and the scream persisted as muscle began to multiply from stored proteins deriving from that which the calciums and minerals had derived. The result was instantaneous growth. Two-fold, three-fold as the bones broke yet again to allow further growth until Rensou was nearly twenty feet tall, his girth exploding to nearly three quarters of that. Still he grew, as proteins long dead began to manifest and sprout from his skin as keratins. Fur, dark fur in contrast to Katuo's own auburn, nay, the Hiruen was the color of darkest night.

Enamel flooded upward from the roots of his teeth, lending the truest form of the Saiyan people a gaping maw dripping with saliva, foaming with the rolling tongue as it lusted to taste the blood of anything before it. The orbital bones and jaws had snapped and adjusted as well, giving a certain bloodshot hue to the eyes that completely obliterated any idea of visible pupil and iris. Nay, the eyes of these beasts shone red. . .the color of the liquid they so thirsted to taste! As for the mouth itself, it had adjusted itself outward so that it might better slash and stab with those razored canine, incisors, even molars.

. . .Oozaru. . .

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The Hiruen Oozaru bore very different qualities than the typical Saiyan transformation, a mutation of genetics passed down from parent to child. Rensou, upon all fours like the feral beast he had absolutely become. . .stood no shorter than Katuo upon his own two legs! His furs were black, as aforementioned, lending him camouflage in the night when the Oozaru prowled worlds, destroying and devouring. For now, the pair stood among the other as they roared their appreciation for the beautiful orb Katuo had unleashed, to they, it were the same as the moon itself. How they loved her so, beckoning her to them with shattering howls so that they might drink in her delicious light for eternity.

Since the beginning of recorded time for the race, the strongest among them had tested their might at times in their transformed states. Becoming Oozaru was sacred, and to take the life of another an honor that lent great pride to the victor. Upon the initial transformation, the combatants would call to the moon as they had always done. . .but when the time came that they realized she must be appeased with blood, they would hunt for flesh to spill it from. It would be so this night as the last Hiruen became overwhelmed with an order from that lady in the skies.

KILL

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Katuo never stood a chance under the mass of muscle that took him completely by surprise, and he shrieked as Rensou bulled him over as if he were but nothing. The smaller Oozaru rolled across the landscape of ice and snow, and the larger pursued him as he fell over the side of a cliff and collided hundreds of feet below. Tremendous bones held under the pressure, for such a fall was nothing to a creature of such magnitude. What was something was the crushing weight of the larger male as he followed suicidally, landing atop Katuo and slashing with claw and tooth in an effort to sate that overwhelming force that drove him to do as he did in the here and now.

Katuo responded, but he stood no chance versus the overwhelming size and and strength of the Hiruen Oozaru atop him. He shrieked and roared as Rensou snarled and bit, tearing into the most vulnerable piece of flesh he could find. The tender abdomen. That was nothing to slashing canine and tearing claw as intestine and dark blood emptied onto the snow, steaming with heat as the smaller Oozaru yelped and mewled like a dying feline under the knife of a more efficient killer.

Rensou was disemboweling Katuo, killing him with every laceration as more blood melted the snow and more stench overwhelmed the air. A terrible sight to witness, even to the most accustomed eye. . .to hear such a terrible spectacle curdled the blood within the vein.

Rensou Hiruen was eating Katuo alive, drinking the blood of his foe and sacrificing that life to the beloved moon. With the life of the rebel leader extinguished within the confines of his belly, the civil war ended this bitterly cold and terrible night. Whence the killing and eating had completed, the giant beast would curl in the snow and sleep. . .breaking down the calciums and proteins with startling efficiency, so that the regular body might not burst from the titanic load ingested. Rensou Hiruen slept, and in the morn when he woke. . .he simply wiped the blood away from his face, knowing his enemy had been defeated.

May the Hiruen Oozaru never come again, for nightmares followed such events.

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