Saiyans and Spiders don’t mix very well… {Open}

[vera]

Vera had been living in the Mutant Rainforest for the past two hours, and as a result had grown bored of the vegetation and lack various wildlife. She was resting on the dirt when a thought hit her, it was probably her dumbest idea yet. Not that she was lacking in that department. ‘I wonder what would happen if I mixed fire and grass…’ Vera smirked then took a deep breath before she continued with her primitive thought process. ’ Wait… I better get up before I burn my hair again. Last time I mixed fire with something, I ended up burning down the training room. Then again they did tell me not to hold back, not my fault.’ She got up carefully then faced the air, taking a final breath before she released her attack. However the fire never caught onto anything and her Honoo attack was completely useless. Vera frowned then fell backwards onto the ground again, obvious disappointment plastered on her sun kissed face.

“So. This is what it feels like to be disappointed, maybe I should try dodging my Kienzan!” Vera sat up again looked above her to make certain that her attack wouldn’t cut down a tree or anything like that. After she was certain, she allowed herself to start gathering up energy, a red-orange aura surrounded her and then she raised one had against the sky as a spark of spinning energy seemed to start in her palm. Gradually becoming bigger and flatter as long as she held it, until finally she launched it into the sky above. Vera had shot her blast at an angle, so that it was sure to come back down at her. ’Wait a second, why did I just send something that powerful hurtling at myself? Oh well I’ll ask that question later.’ Vera smirked then dodged the blast at the last second before it hurtled into the ground where she was standing, naturally one more second of thinking could have caused her to kill herself. ” Maybe I should be more careful… Nah. I haven’t died yet, no need for unnecessary caution.” She sighed regaining the scarce amount of composure she had lost.

Just then something she truly feared caught her eye, it was the only thing she feared on the planet, even more than Saiyans. The creature was the biggest one she had ever seen, and that wasn’t exactly an overreaction. These types of beasts were indeed large by nature, but not too big for even a mere human to handle. Vera twitched when she caught sight of the grey hairy body, with those sickening long legs, and the horrible endless pools of black tar that were it’s eyes. However disgusted she was Vera just couldn’t take her eyes off of it’s fangs, they were so obsessively swollen. Almost as if it had just got done salivating, it might have been hungry and hadn’t caught any prey yet. Thoughts mixed with fear and completely absurd scenarios bounced around in Vera’s head, and after awhile she was frozen in fear.

As her eye began to twitch she was completely disgusted as it started to skulking down the long thread towards her face. ’… I really need to- Just then the creature leapt off the web and came down towards her head. -Run, Run, Run like hell!’ Vera let out a squeal then ran with it landing on her back as she started to freak out, she let out a high pitched scream then started to run off further into the forest. ”Get it off! Get it off! Get off!” After what seemed to be an eternity of running away she successfully unlatched the arachnid, then continued to shiver as it started scurrying after her. Die! Die! Die!” She screamed her voice still as high pitched and girly as it was before. Right after she was done yelling she let out her Honoo attack, and began to watch as the initiated vermin was obliterated.

While she was still shaking, Vera turned away from the sight and walked off deeper into the forest. ”To think a Saiyan warrior could be so frightened by a little Huntsman Spider. Pathetic!” She scolded as she began to laugh it off. ”I guess it was just the lack of sleep, yes that’s got to be it.” Vera looked back at the roasting spider, then when she felt as if she was about to vomit she turned away and ran off. ‘I hope no one was watching that, if they were… then there’s going to be a lot of trouble.’ She thought somewhat self-conscious at herself.

[Rensou Hiruen]

A short distance away from Vera, the forest went alight with unearthly fire and an explosion sounded, for here Rensou Hiruen had unknowingly aimed the efforts of his training. Then, tumbling in midair in the eternal bliss of exhaustion had he fallen into the cleared section of forest his technique had paved.

Perhaps she might hear the impact of his frame against the glassed crater he had caused, or smell the singed flesh and hair as it contacted the charred dirt his body rested upon. Could she hear the gasps of his lungs for air as he greedily tried to drink it away from the rest of this world? Were her eyes attuned enough to catch glimpses of his falling body in small flashes betwixt the windows of individual trees?

The fact was there that Rensou Hiruen had crashed to the ground, and his eyes flashed open when consciousness returned and the scent of that female half-blood infiltrated his sensitive nostrils.

[vera]

Vera stepped out into the open to see a male pure-blood. Obviously careless enough to over do it on his training, however she would help for the sake of him being Saiyan like her father. ”Um… are you alright?” she asked walking nervously over to him, after all she was and did smell like a half-blood. If anything she hoped that he didn’t sense it. That wouldn’t be the best thing for her right now, especially if he had seen her little incident with the spider… oh my that would be a work-out.

She knelt down next to him, the smell nearly disgusted her. She shook her head from side to side slightly both disturbed and disgusted, Vera knew when enough was enough. He was obviously reckless and impulsive, just like that moron she once called her father.

Vera put her hand on his back and pushed him over, trying to get him to answer her. Of course if he hated half-breeds this was going to be a bad day for him at least. His eyes were starting to open, that meant he was semi-conscious.[/color]

[Rensou Hiruen]

At first she appeared to him through his half opened eyes as a blurred image, but then the particulars began to stand out. Brown hair, too light to be of pure Saiyan heritage. The scent slithered up his nostrils again, and his throat cracked out a parched growl. It had risen from him naturally, a primal instinct that promoted Saiyan violence to other races.

She had put her hand upon him and rolled him from his side onto his back, and the fury rose up in him like a storm, reinvigorating his body with hateful aggression and blasts of adrenaline. With astounding speed he had pushed his mass up and onto his feet, and then with a bound he landed upon the upper rim of the crater she now solely inhabited.

“Don't touch me, cur!” he lashed, but his resolve stumbled as did his legs, and with a buckle he fell to one knee, a singular arm clutching his midsection which ached with each breath rushing within and without him. Crimson tendrils heeded gravity and impeded the vision of his left eye as they coursed freely from an open wound on his forehead.

These wounds were of no concern as Rensou Hiruen glared with narrowed eye and furrowed brow daggers of utter hatred upon this half-breed scum whom had dared touch his proud Saiyan flesh with her filth. Instinct overwhelmed him as a low growl emanated from deep within his vocals.

[vera]

Vera stood up slowly his growling didn’t really offend her however the fact that he had called her a cur pissed her off. She was just as good as any other saiyan, except for the fact that she didn’t have a tail and that her mother was a Desari. If anything at least she wasn’t a weakling half-bred human. She shook her head then started walking towards him from the crater. At first she had no clue that she was in one until he got out of it.

Vera jumped up steadily then landed in front of him, her light colored hair was an absolute mess when it stood on her shoulders instead of up in a bun like she normally had it. ”At least I know I’m not an in-bred, odorous brute. I suggest that you don’t train so hard, no matter how much you try you know Half-breeds are always better than a pure-blood.” She said smirking.

She whipped her hand on a tree, trying to at least get off his scent. It disgusted her more than if she had touched dog shit, he was indeed an arrogant Saiyan. Vera knew that even if she did kick his ass right now, she wouldn’t find any joy in it. He was a lost cause, obviously too weak for her to deal with.

Once again she heard him growling, she found that little characteristic annoying. She walked back over to him, a superior smirk on her face. ”Your nothing but a over-confident little parasite, too weak to even make a good match for me. If you lost to half-breed how would that affect your pride?” She asked slightly giggling.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The blood trickled steadily, into the narrowed eye of Rensou. Naturally, he whipped his head from side to side to clear his vision, but the incision was deep, to the bone, relentless in downpour. Finally he decided to merely close his orb as she approached him and continued with her incessant, useless banter. In-bred? Hardly. Though not of elite stock, Rensou was borne of the upper echelons of middle class Saiyan and a very prideful clan at that. Her insults bit his pride moreso than her fists or feet ever would.

"Better?! Better!? You're a diluted strain, a freak occurence and an insult to a proud race! Whichever Saiyan intermingled with your alien parent was less than you!" he spat, metaphorically and literally as a cough brought up blood from injured lungs. The strand of reddened phelgm landed before him, and the injured Saiyan staggered, forward at first before his prejudice sought to distance himself from her impurity.

Swaying, stumbling, he continued as his eyes drooped and his injuries sought to overcome his senses. "You'll never be what I can, a true Saiyan, putting his everything into efforts to be the best. . ." he stated, crumbling to his hands and knees, gasping for air with tears lining his eyes under the intensity of expanding lung pressing against broken rib with each breath. Whether she grabbed him by the throat and tossed his like a doll against the wood surrounding them or turned and left, Rensou Hiruen was unaware, for finally he could manage no more and his body collapsed into a limp mess. Unconscious and helpless he laid before her.

[vera]

Vera continued to watch silently, It was obvious that he was in serious pain however pride seemed more important to him. His words somewhat stung, but she was used to things like this from her father, always cursing her existence. Every single day he told her how glad he was that his Saiyan brothers had destroyed that miserable and primitive planet. Of course this guy’s words were hardly anything compared to some things she had been called by the rest of them. Mongrel, Halfie, amalgam, crossbreed. All the normal ways she was addressed, well normal to her at least. In all of her years on living on this planet she had never once been called a Cur .The word was seemingly worse than anything so far, except for perhaps Mutt, but still.

Then he had the audacity to dare insult her parents, a diluted strain, a freak occurrence, an insult! a proud race? If anything she wasn’t ashamed of her mother’s race, however she didn’t really care about what he would say about her parents. As for being an insult, she had proven herself plenty of times to these ignorant morons. Saiyans? A proud race? Why would they have to intermingle with the other planets if this race truly was the best then? As soon as she felt as if she was about use her Honoo ability to shut him up, he coughed up blood. If anything she wouldn’t need to lift a finger if she wanted to finish him off, but she stayed put. Vera then heard what he said about ‘A true Saiyan‘ putting his everything into efforts to be the best. If only he knew how hard the half-breed saiyans worked to prove themselves. Some of them doing twice the work of a normal saiyan, while a pure-bred relaxed and watched them, continuing to mock. Vera wished that she was still on Desaria, maybe it would have been better if she were destroyed with the others. Then again she would never really get to prove herself as a ‘True Saiyan’ right?

While she was lost in her observations the pure-blood had fallen helplessly to his knees, pathetically gasping for the air that surrounded them. Vera could see that he was struggling to breathe, and if she took him out now then it surely wouldn’t be honorable. She then saw that he had finally collapsed, he was unconscious and completely powerless in front of her. Vera knelt down and took his pulse, he was surprisingly still alive however on the brink. This is the very reason she resented the saiyans, they had the drive to push themselves towards something that they couldn’t possibly reach. Sadly enough she felt sorry for him, and since she had no desire to end his life she examined his wounds. He had a small incision on his head, she could barely see bone however that wouldn’t be enough for him to collapse. He most likely had internal damage as well, but she didn’t really care about that. If she was going to fight him then he would have to be remotely strong, or else she wouldn’t get anything from it.

”I thought a pure-blood would be stronger then to die in training.” She whispered angrily in his ear as she got up and headed towards the part of the rainforest that wasn’t burnt. When she was far enough away from him she let her anger roam wild, for once in her life she was going to let off some steam. ” RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! STUPID SAYAAAAAAAAINS!” She yelled at the top of her lungs then inhaled deeply before doing her next form of venting. Vera then released her honoo attack, allowing it to burn whatever it touched mostly the leaves in the mutant forest, however most of it was lost in the air. Vera muttered angrily as she walked on to find some form of moisture to calm down the swelling of his head, sadly that wouldn’t work on his pathetic ego![/font]

[Rensou Hiruen]

The inner workings of the Saiyan being were lubricated gears and efficient pistons striving with each new generation closer to the perfect fighting being. The fractures and bruising lining the ribs of Rensou Hiruen had already began to dwindle hours after he had fainted, the gash above his brow edging away as skin struggled to rejoin. Within three days, Rensou could rise and tend to his bodies urges. Within a week, he was back to fighting form.

The other half of Vera had bothered her with empathy toward the weak Saiyan, and thus, she had supplied him with water and fruit from the forest surrounding them, and at night, she had made fire with her Honoo to keep them both warm. They'd hardly spoken since their shouting match, and from across the fire Rensou had stared his rage for his situation, an anger as hot an destructive as the fire before him.

"You should have let me die. . ." he had said, once, but she did not.

On the morning of the eighth day, Rensou was standing when Vera returned with water and several Vegetan apples. He had torn his black pants just above his knee and wrapped his ribs, which alleviated the biting sting at the inhalation of oxygen. In his left hand was a tiny satchel, and he flung it at her as he spoke.

"What I owe you is there, girl," he stated as the tied bag sounded out with the coin within before it landed in her hand.

As for Rensou Hiruen, he nodded reluctantly, his heart crying out to curse her existence for not letting him die in this jungle and his mind halting his violent tongue. With that nod his feet left the floor of the jungle and he had sped away with a trail of blue-green ki flaring around him.

Rensou Hiruen was headed to the Coliseum of Saru City. If he made haste, he might still make the semifinals of the first annual Grand Prix.

[[Within the bag is 100 Zeni and a note which reads, "If you ever need a favor, seek out Rensou Hiruen."]]

[vera]

Vera hadn’t spoken at all in nearly eight days, her voice was hardly heard when she did try to speak however that never occurred to her. The saiyan she had encountered was a little more of a nuisance than she had expected. Taking care of him was her personality flaw, however she really didn’t care so much for him or the saiyan race at that. Besides the fact that she was going to be in serious trouble when her father found out that she had been here for about 10 days at least. ’Bastard! Why the hell did he have to meet my mother!’ She thought clutching her head.

Vera then decided to take a look inside the small bag that the pure-blood had given her. It was about 100 zeni to be exact, as well as a note. She could barely read considering that she wasn’t very literate, but she could make out what it meant. He didn’t want to owe a Half-breed so he would do her a favor later. ”Rensou Hiruen.” She said reading it allowed, before cringing at the sight of his name and remembering her anger. ”Troglodyte.” She simply as she dissolved into sand using her Suko-hone skill.

[Rensou Hiruen]

[This concludes Rensou's meeting with Vera, and I will no longer be posting in this thread. Just information for the moderators, if we receive reward for roleplay.]

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+450 Pl for the both of ya' sorry for takin' so long to get to this. Kinda fell under my radar lol!