Pandemonium (open)

[riika]

You shout it out,
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

Bedlam ruled the streets. Vegeta was being attacked, and no one knew exactly by who. Screams echoed along streets. Buildings fell, people were dead. Children, infants. Innocents. Everyone thought it was the Icers. Touketsuki's forces turning on them while their king and elite were on Kold. But no icers were seen, none of the WTO visible to the public. If they were even here. But who else would dare attack Vegeta?

Noko ran through the streets, toward the row of collapsed buildings. She pushed past Saiyans, mothers pulling their children, holding onto their younger ones. Her heart pounded in her ears. She was scared, terrified. Noko had never seen war, never had seen destruction like this. She wanted to run, to hide. To escape. But she needed to know. Needed to make sure they were okay. Just a few nights ago, she had been thrown from their home. Called a murderer. A monster. But despite everything, he was her father. And no matter what, she didn't want to loose him after just finding him.

So she ran. Toward the rubble. Toward the falling buildings. Toward the crimson streak that destroyed the place she had begun to call home. Faster, faster. Heart pounding in her ears, legs burning as she pushed herself faster and faster until finally, she was there....

261B Raditzu Avenue.

Or at least, what was left of it. The building had fallen, just like all the ones next to it. She stood there, staring, unmoving. No screams came from the crumbled home. No cries for help. Nothing. The rubble didn't shift, no one stayed to check for survivors. She took a step foreword, hesitated, and then took another. Maybe there weren't there. Maybe they had gotten out before the house fell. Maybe they were okay. Saiyans were tough, right? She stepped closer, and something wet touched her foot. Noko looked down and her eyes went wide. Fresh blood had pooled out where she stood. A small, tan hand lay there. A silver and onyx wedding ring was on it's finger. It was Mame's ring....Mame's hand. Noko covered her mouth, stepping back as tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill.

No.... no, no, no, no..... She rushed foreword, shifting through the rubble as best she could, choking on sobs. The stones were heavy, but fear and adrenaline gave her strength. She found Ninniku next, close by his mother. Then came Kinoko and finally... her father. Bodou lay there, hardly recognizable. A large stone had crushed his chest completely. His eyes were wide open, staring at the sky above them. A sky covered in smoke. Noko stood there, violet eyes on the man she had tried to call father. The man who had pushed her away. The one who thought she was her mother, Mikan, only to call her a monster. The man who had left her on Nor. Abandoned her and forgotten her. The man who drunk himself to near death. Even now, a bottle lay crushed beside him. He must not have even realized what was going on until it was too late.

Noko backed away, silent tears streaking down her face. She had hoped to get to know them, show them who she was. get to know her father, maybe even help him get over her mother. As Noko backed out of the rubble and onto the street, her tears stopped. She just stood there, out in the open. The only Saiyan for miles around. She stared at the house, tears staining her cheeks.

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The Saiyans that he had dealt with for so long, a long time for his Izanagi’s patience, now fled before him like helpless rats. The small child had waited for days for his father to show up on this red sand pit that the pathetic inhabitants called a home. With him in sight and launching attacks down upon Saru City he gladly turned on the residents of the hotel he was staying at. At first when he demanded that Saiyans bow to him they laughed. Oh did they laugh. They stopped after he sliced the first two in half. Their bodies fell to the ground severed in several places. Then they tried to fight back. Oh did their attempts amuse him so. They were easily broken before the young namekian’s hand. He toyed with them at first and then made their deaths as excruciating as possible. He tried to return the favor of gracing him with their presence as best he could. In all it took him about an hour and a half to fully enjoy his work at the hotel. By the time Izanagi had finished and left the hotel was nice drenched in a coating of red that seeped into every crack.

Izanagi enjoyed what came next. He flew throughout the city blowing up what he willed with ease. Occasionally the average Saiyan would challenge him but would quickly cut them into pieces and they would fall back to whence they came with red shower. Eventually he came upon a small residential suburb and began to mercilessly butcher everyone from fathers to mothers to the very Saiyan children they were trying to protect. Their screams filled the air and were sweet nectar to the demon namekian child. He would continue along for what seemed like an eternity wiping the vile filth before his eyes out of the universe.

However unlike his father who was near limitless power he did have a limit and soon needed to rest from the hundreds of lives he had joyfully massacred. The place that he had chosen was one of the various Saiyan suburbs that he had massacred. There amongst the ruins he found a quiet place to rest away from the loud destruction that his father had envisioned in the plan for the gem of the Solar Saiyan Empire. He sat quietly for a time he was not even sure of until he was stirred by the weeping of a female. The sound annoyed the child to no extent that he awoke from his restful state.

Izanagi emerged from the rubble to find a brunette Saiyan weeping over the rubble of and carcasses of some of his victims. The young namekian waded through debris until he stood just behind the brunettes. Blood had stained her hands and she had the grace of finally shutting up.

“So tell me…” Izanagi paused as a smile grew on his sociopathic face. “Did you know them? Did you love them? Did they mean the world to you?” Izanagi asked in a sadistic manner pausing for a moment between questions to emphasize his point and to enjoy the moments.

It was in that moment that he spotted something that actually interested him for the first time since he had landed on this miserable planet. It was the glint of ring. Using his telekinesis he brought over the ring with ease and dropped it in his hands. For some reason Izanagi was attracted to the silver and onyx wedding ring. He used his telekinesis quickly reshaping the ring into a manner that he found more attractive with a decent of focus. He fused the onyx into a strip that circled the silver band and resized it to fit upon his finger. With a quick motion he slipped the ring onto his finger and held it up to the light.

“Considering this is the first valuable thing I have seen here the entire time I have been on this miserable planet it really is sad…but at least this trip has not been a complete waste of time. This and the fact that I was able to enjoy myself with so many play things.” Izanagi chuckled to himself as he ignored the brunette woman who just stood a few feet in front of him and admired his new ring.

[Geurin]

"Nagi.....oh nagi boy....can you hear me alright"

The voice of his father rang out clearly through the mind of his young Namekian predessesor. Geurin knew that the child could hear him just fine, but of course simply speaking would be no fun. Surely the boy knew of Geurin's arrival by now, the Spire's sudden explosion would not be lost on anyone in the immediate area, but even more important to Geurin was that they take a hostage.

"Nagi listen carefully, I have a job for you. I need a nice hostage, and not some weak peasant. I need someone who can handle their own, someone...say...around your level. Do you think you can handle that? I have my ship around here somewhere with Zach's runt guarding it. Go ahead and bring them to the ship when you are done...and do try not to die"

With that the voice faded. Izanagi would have to save the questions for later, as Geurin was already dealing with more than he could handle. Now that the boy had his job, hopefully he would be able to accomplish it.

[riika]

Noko was about to turn and leave, get to a safe place, when a voice spoke up behind her. She tensed, turning around slowly to see a green child. He didn't even come up to his waist, but she could only guess that he was one of the attackers. If his strange appearance and sadistic way of talking wasn't hint enough, the blood staining his clothes did. She watched quietly as his attention went from her to Mame's ring, the thing gliding slowly over to him. Noko could only watch quietly as the ring reshaped, fitting nicely around his finger. As he admired it, she flexed her right hand. A steady line of sage ki flowed from her hand, forming a long whip.

"They were my family... I had just found them... and you all killed them...." Her voice was quiet, hardly above a whispered. Her hand tightened on her ki whip, knuckles white. No tears flowed from her eyes, no sadness found in her gaze. Anger was all that was left. Fury. And she was going to unleash it all on this creature before her. With a flick of her wrist, Noko sent the whip at him, the thing snapping loudly. She was pissed.

All this time she had spent looking for them. Years wondering what her father was like. Who he was, what he would think of her. And now, hardly days later, he was dead! She had just found him! Just met him! He had been a miserable drunk, a man stuck in the past tat had called her a murderer and a monster. Well, so be it. Noko was involved in this fight now, and she was going to finish it one way or another.

As her whip snapped, she drew her other arm back, daggers of ki forming. She threw her arm foreword, the three daggers speeding toward the creature.

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Izanagi barely had time to process that his father was speaking to him telepathically before his father was almost done with his message. From what it sounded like he was encountering someone who happened to be enough to catch his attention. What his son was able to get out of the message was that he needed to take a hostage. He glanced over at the female as her body seemed to tense up.

“I guess she would suffice…” Izanagi huffed. “The quicker I can get her back to the ship the quicker I can return to my fun.” The young namekian lifted his head as the brunette beauty began to speak.

"They were my family... I had just found them... and you all killed them...." If it Izanagi did not have the enhanced hearing of Namekians he would not have caught the whisper. But the intent behind the words made him feel giddy with excitement. Watching her clench her fists in rage, as her knuckles turned white, a knowing smile emerged on Izanagi’s face.

“You really shouldn’t fight while you are enraged. It will make you weak and that will take away from the fun that I am going to have with you.” Izanagi mocked. He really had no room to mock due to the fact that they were very close in power level but he could not help himself. If he got a decent fight out of someone on this miserable rock it would be the second thing he would be able to walk away from the siege with.

Suddenly an energy whip snapped from the woman’s side towards the direction of Izanagi. The glint of specially formed ki flickered in the sunlight and it mesmerized him for a quick moment. It was long enough for him to realize that he was not going to be able to counter it. Using his telekinesis he pushed himself backwards just out of the range of the end of the whip as it cut into the pavement with a sizzle. Before he was able to set his feet three more visions of ki come flying at his face. Izanagi’s mind locked onto several pieces of rubble and pulled them into the way of the attack. Rather than exploding the ki lodged into the pieces of debris just inches in front of his face. One of the blocks floated backwards until it was even with Izanagi’s field of view. He looked over the dagger like ki and laughed.

“I will have to learn that trick…” Izanagi started, “But none the less like I have done all day today you will lose.” His eyes glowed brightly as large pieces of debris came to life and began to form a dome like structure around the brunette. Then with a quick nod of his head a tunnel form at the one opening until Izanagi stood between the girl and her freedom. The stones were far from packed tightly but the holes that were in between the stones were maybe about the size of a softball at the largest spot. While normally holding something with telekinesis is rather simple and can be done with ease. The plan Izanagi had in mind would strain his young telekinetic skills.

Izanagi took a deep breath in as his eyes continued glow and the pieces of debris held their positions in the air. He felt the inside of his chest heat up and with a deep exhale flames sprang from his mouth. The flames surged down the tunnel of stones, small flame spouts short the holes, and then finally into the small dome structure around the female. There was not enough power and heat behind the flames to incinerate her on contact however if she could not escape she was going to possibly be burned alive.

[riika]

Her attacks missed him by mere inches. Her whip remained, coiling beside her on the ground. A growl made it's way from the back of her throat and she snapped her whip on the ground, the energy making a loud crack as it hit the ground.

"Don't get too cocky brat," she said, her voice still holding that rolling growl. Noko was about to send another lashing at the creature when the debris around her started to float. Noko was no stranger to telekinesis. It was one of the more common powers found on Merrow Island. Her mother even could preform such feats. Recognizing this technique, Noko cursed and moved backwards, only for her back to hit a wall of debris. A wall that had quickly become a dome around her, just big enough for her to stand. Shafts of light peeked through the cracks, giving her just enough light to see the tunnel ahead that the creature was centered in. Before Noko had time to fully react to this, the thing inhaled, and exhaled a roaring blast of fire.

"Baise!!" she spat out. With quick movements, Noko snapped her whip at the wall to the side of her twice, forming an X shape that split the debris completely. She dove out of the dome as the flames reached her, rolling into a crouch. With a hiss of pain, she glanced down at her left arm. From her shoulder down, her shirt had been burnt off, leaving her skin an ugly red. She spat out another curse, grabbing what remained of the sleeve and ripping the material clean off. There was no time to do anything for the burn. After all, Noko doubted the creature would let her tend to it for even a second. With a grimace, she shrung up, shooting up into the air a good ten feet above the creature.

Noko had no idea if the thing could fly or not, but she didn't wish to give him the chance to. Three more daggers of ki appeared in her left hand. With only a slight grimace at the pain, she shot them at the creature. Noko fly gown quickly behind them, moving around till she landed right behind him. With a snap of her whip, she shot it at him twice in quick succession. Once to hit him, and once to hopefully wrap around one of his limps. If successful on her last hit, she'd snap her whip again, hoping to send him into one of the still-standing walls.

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Izanagi’s breath burned at his lips as the fire spew from his mouth. The dome really had two purposes when the young namekian created it. The first was to trap the young brunette in one place and then the second was to increase the power of the flames by forcing them down the enclosed space and to explode into the dome. He figured that either he would be able to end the fight right there and the brunette was not worthy to be taken captive by him for his father. Izanagi stopped spitting fire when he saw the brunette shoot up into the air about ten feet. The flames lingered for a moment and then the pieces of debris fell to the ground as Izanagi released his mental grip on them. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as he took a deep breath. He still had yet to adjust properly to fighting in the heavy weighted clothing his father had given him but he was not about let the woman show his weakness.

“Well look! The monkey can fly!” Izanagi taunted. He quickly examined the woman for any signs of damage from the attack. At first it appeared to have failed utterly until his eyes locked onto the reddened flesh of her left arm. He chuckled to himself. It was going to be a hole in her defense that he was going to exploit. He was about to launch another attack when the brunette surprised him. She threw three more daggers at Izanagi. He hesitated for just a moment but it was more than enough the daggers to close in around him.

Izanagi took a step backwards and moved his arms to form a ki attack back. The daggers though were already on him. The first two sliced and nipped at the edges of his clothes. The third and final dagger was the one that would find its mark, partially. Izanagi pulled his head to the right just as it flew past. At first Izanagi though he had avoided the attack but it was when he felt a slight burning sensation in his left cheek that he pressed his finger to the pain. What he found was that the knife had left a shallow cut about two inches long with purple blood running out of it. He cursed under his breath as he examined his purple stained fingers.

Before he was able to turn the tables on the flying monkey that was barking up the wrong tree in looking for a fight with him she continued her attack. Izanagi heard the brunette fly past him and land right behind him. Then came the crack of the whip as the glittering weapon wrapped around he left ankle. It did not occur to him in that split second what was about to happen due to inexperience. With another crack of the whip Izanagi was sent flying into one of the few walls that had not been destroyed by the young warring namekian. His small body crashed against the wall with a thud and slide down quickly to land into debris.

His back throbbed in pain as he winced he stood up using the side of the wall as a brace. The pain was nothing compared to that of what his father had inflicted on him it still stung the same because of his pride. A growl emanated from deep within his throat and came out through snarled teeth. He could have just shed his weighted clothing just to destroy the saiyan but with a quick shake of his head Izanagi barked out curses. Then came something intellectual.

“You wish to trifle with me? Fine! Let me show you what I can really do then.” Izanagi barked.

His eyes glowed again as he picked up two pieces of wall that were about two car lengths. With a quick motion of his hands the two slabs were sent flying towards each other leaving the brunette as sandwich filling. Quickly he fired a ki blast at where the two slabs were meant to land in order to blow them apart. The blast gave Izanagi enough time to transform into his highest potential. The young child grew to fifteen feet tall and with a clear mind Izanagi let out a roar. He launched his arm out, using his namekian stretchiness, in an attempt to grab the woman. If he was successful Izanagi would then whip the woman down into the pavement.

[riika]

Her attacks hit, some more successful than others. Her eyes had lingered on the cut on his face, watching the purple blood well up and stain his fingers. She had doubted that her knives would've hit him anyway, using them more as a distraction for her neck attack which had worked quite nicely. She cracked her whip against the ground as he began cursing, two more daggers forming in her hand. She snarled.

"Do your worst, mertrir!!" she barked out, her tail snapping. She swore as the two walls rose up, jumping foreword just in time to avoid being crushed, and right into his awaiting ki blast. It hit her square on, knocking her back against the rubble that was the walls. A cry of pain escaped her lips. Sharp pain blossomed from both her chest and her back. A couple of her ribs felt broken as she struggled to sit up With a groan, she sat up, giving a cry as fresh pain washed over her. She rose her head, just in time to see a large hand come out and grab her around the waist. She was lifted up and slammed back into the ground, another cry springing from her throat.

Noko lay there, the combination of that cry and the hard ground knocking the breath from her lungs. As she struggled to fill them, she lifted herself off the ground, eyes turning to the creature and growing wide. He had grown, for where he was once only around her hips, he now towered over here. Anywhere from ten to twenty feet. Just what WAS he? On the island, she had heard tales of creatures from other planets. The Writhonians had come with little warning to her people, and many were surprised as hybrids were showing signs of the Duiecite. But there had been other creatures that were spoken of. Men with wings like birds. Woman with scales covering their entire body, fingers like thorns that dripped with sweet poison. But she had never heard of these kinds of creatures. And for the first time in her life, Noko was scared that she wouldn't live much longer.

Fear gave her strength as she pushed herself into a crouch and sprung up, flying up into the air before the monster. Her whip was gone, blinking out as she dove from the rocks. But she doubted she'd need it now. Noko knew one thing, if she fled, this creature would follow her. If she stayed, she'd most likely die. She had to flee, but first, she'd cripple him enough that she'd hopefully be fast enough to get away. Three ki daggers formed in both her hands and quickly, she flung them at the creature, six daggers zipping toward him. Three were aimed for his face while the others for his legs. Either way, she hoped she do enough damage. Noko didn't dare get closer to fight him hand to hand. He was too big, and as she just witness first hand, too strong.

Posting order with new arrivals:

• Sohko
  
• Izanagi
  
• Noko
  
• Yami
  

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He bathed in a blinding light that filled all his senses with a soothing hum, it was euphoric. But as all good things must, it came to an end and the light lessened until it was but a fond memory. Sohko senses came to him as the feeling of ultimate relaxation seeped away, fleeting back to the Other World. Turning side to side, he did not recognize at first his location. Indeed he had requested Vegeta as his destination, feeling a duty to his people in the coming war.

“Hey.”

Pupils dashing back and forth, he saw only destruction. The sky was a hellish mixture of red and black, a mirror of the smoke and fire beneath them. Devastation filled his view any way he turned. Countless buildings lay in heaps of debris, gutted and burning. Mass panic was the only law of the streets.

“Hey…”

The shock settling, familiar power levels became noticed. The Earth’s green tyrant was here, as was his blonde lackey, Sohko was sure; he couldn’t possibly forget the terrifying strength the Namekian possessed or how the human had decimated his formerly undefeated friend. Zach, as the announcer’s had declared him, was now of a frightening power as well, rivaling even his master’s. Off to his side he felt a ki signature quadruple in strength. Turning to investigate he saw a green monster of nearly fifteen feet hovering far off in the distance; his ki was impossibly similar to Guerin’s.

“Heeeyyy.”

It was then he noticed a saiyan girl off to the left of the creature. She was beautiful, no doubt, but it was her elegant tail which caught the ire of Sohko Masamune. Pulling his mind free of it he saw the burn on her arm and the torn sleeve. She was in pain. Sohko had never been much of a hero, although he had tried to do good in the last few years of his life. Something snapped in him though, seeing her in such a condition.

This monster had no doubt killed a plethora of other innocents. Blood was on his hands. Saiyan blood. Sohko’s trademark white aura, rising from his body like slowly shifting flames, became more and more intense until it began to darken to a midnight black. No doubt the same color as the creature’s heart. His inner darkness exploded forth, as he shot through the air, the limits of his bukujustu being tested as he flew straight at the monster’s midsection.

“HEY!”

By then it would be too little too late. Distracted by the saiyan girl he would have no time to react. If he somehow sensed the saiyan’s presence in time to dodge, Sohko had his eyes on all his target’s immediate surroundings prepared to Blink beside the monster should he alter from the collision’s course. He would not escape punishment Sohko thought, and he would take no chances. If the creature moved he would appeared beside him, and with the practiced time of a fraction of a second, draw his enchanted sword and attempt, with blinding speed, to unleash the mighty Shining Sword Attack.

If he didn’t notice, or was unable to move in time, the suicide dive would send Sohko’s shoulder into the green beast’s midsection with immeasurable force, sending both straight through several building before slamming into the ground.



*Not stopping the kidnapping, just couldn’t let it happen without a fight! Yami is going to be jumping in to even the fight so don’t worry Kaz*

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Panic. It is the one thing that Izanagi had seen plenty of as he lavished in his visit to the Saiyan home world. It had filled the eyes of men, women and children alike as the child Namekian ravaged the capital city of Vegeta freely. No one was left to fight against him or any of his father’s followers. They had all left to attack the World Trade Organization. No one was left to stop him. Even the girl in front of him had lost her will to fight. She was on the verge of fleeing when Izanagi noticed the sudden power spike.

It was obviously not coming from the girl. She was much too weak for that. Izanagi turned his head just in time to notice a charging warrior coming directly at him. He was much more powerful than any of the people he had encountered that day. It was in that moment that it dawned on him that unless he moved the power signature would plow right into him with more force than he could withstand right now. Out of pure instinct Izanagi managed to pull off to the side using his telekinesis. The power signature roared passed him towards one of the shells of the buildings. Izanagi as he shifted noticed another power level roaring towards the battle. A smirk spread across his face as he continued to glide through the air. The fast approaching power signature would deal with the person who had nearly slammed into Izanagi as he continued his job at hand.

However being distracted for more than a moment as you fly through the air out of pure instinct is not the greatest idea. Izanagi’s massive body had built up enough momentum for him to fly into one the buildings cracking it along its sides. Pieces of rubble began to fall down atop the massive child Namekian. As he brushed it off he saw the brunette Saiyan that he had been fighting had disappeared. His eyes searched feverously the torn a sunder city. Through the rocks and rubble he managed to spot the tail of the Saiyan as she fled the area. Her will had clearly broken in the face of Izanagi’s unmatched potential. But even still to run away from a fight? That was just disrespectful to her opponent.

“And where do you think you are going?!” Izanagi roared.

He pulled his arm back and then plunged it straight into the ground at his feet. His arm than began to extend thanks to his Namekian abilities and burrow underneath the city streets. The pavement buckled and bucked from its original home as Izanagi’s arm slithered underneath. He tracked the girl thanks to her panicked thoughts, every turn she made his arm made with her. Until finally he got in front of the fleeing Saiyan and his arm shot out of the street like a worm from a horror movie.

Izanagi’s intention was to grab a hold of the brunette in his massive hand and pull her back down underneath the streets back to where he was standing. At the same time causing the girl a great deal of pain from his squeezing hand.

[riika]

Her attacks never had time to get close.

A man suddenly sped toward the two, whistling past her and straight at the creature. The wind in his wake caught her, her shirt ends fluttering slightly and the strands of hair loose from her braid flowing after him. Whoever he was, Noko felt the power coursing from him, even at the speed he was going. This Saiyan was a warrior, a fighter. He had rushed into this battle. Either to save her or just defeat the creature, she didn't care. Her arm was to go numb from the pain of the burn, and every move of her upper body sent crippling pain coursing through her. Her clothes were stained red in places from where she had gotten cut and bled. Noko was experiencing pain like she never had before. Fear like she never dreamed.

The creature dodged not only her ki daggers, now blinking out as they embedded themselves in rubble not too far away, but the new Saiyan's attack as well. But even though he floated away, the task didn't come without punishment. The large creature barreled into a mostly standing house, dust and dirt rising as the walls came crashing down. In a rash, split-second decision, Noko turned and took off, heading away from the fight. She felt cowardly, foolish. What Saiyan would dare run from a fight? What warrior would dream of it? She was kidding herself. Her blood and looks may say she's a Saiyan, but she isn't. She wasn't even a real warrior. Her first real battle and she fled. Red tears welled up in her eyes as she flew, streaking down her cheek slowly. Her red tears were a by-product of Anastasia's spell, a spell Noko didn't even know of.

But even she couldn't predict what happened next. All of a sudden, the creatures green hand shot from below the ground. With a cry of alarm, Noko slammed on the proverbial breaks, coming to a quick stop. She turned quickly, but didn't get anywhere before the hand grabbed her in a vice-like grip. Down under the ground she went, pain all around her. Her head hit rocks and her vision swam, she even blacked out a few times.

By the time she was pulled from the ground before the creature and the Saiyan, she was lip. Her braid had come free, silken brown locks cascading over her back. Her skin was paler than normal, blood dripping down her forehead, mixing with her red tears. Her body was broken, battered. At least a few more of her ribs had cracked from the creatures grip. Her right arm hung lip, her shoulder very obviously dislocated. Her body was covered in cuts and scratches; large and small, shallow or deep. Her eyes were heavy lidded, the blurry world spinning before her. She had her hearing, though everything sounded miles away, and a soft ringing looped in her mind.

She was beaten, bloodied. She had lost her first fight, the battle lasting in so little time. She had wanted to make the creature pay for what he did, what he would do. But Noko had been no match for him. She was scared, inexperienced. And all she wanted to do was be at home on Merrow Island... But instead, her limp body was in the hand of a humongous green creature, ready to kill her whenever it wished.

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"These people are so weak, is there no one here that can actually put up a fight? Coming here, so far has been a waist of time."

Yami had gone on a reign on destruction in Saru city. Yami, learned the name of this pathetic city when he was killing a group of civilians trying to flee. As Yami had sensed a huge spike in power coming from down the street. Yami turned to see his brother Izanagi fighting two people. One with Brunette hair seemed to be beaten and bloodied. The other was charging straight at his Brother.

"Well brother lets see how you are going to get out of this one."

Yami slowly began walking towards the fight fully expecting that Izanagi knew he was there. Yami watched as Izanagi barely got out of the male monkeys attack. Just then the male dissapeared and reappeared right behind Izanagi, sword drawn. Yami quickly knew what the outcome was if Izanagi didn't react. But instead Izanagi just kept attacking the brunette girl. Yami only had seconds to react before his brother was cut in to.

Lifting off the ground, charging at the male monkey"No one is going to kill my brother, except me!" Yami said as he shot eye beams at the monkey hoping to distract him enough to tackle him into the rubble.

If the male monkey had noticed him before Yami got the tackle off, he had already thought of a plan. Yami would quickly fly up a few feet just above the monkeys head. Look back down and launch a razor sharp silver Kenzien disk at the monkey hoping to cut teh pathetic Sayian in half.

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Through a stroke of luck, and impeccably good response timing, the behemoth was able to move his giant body out of the way of Sohko’s onslaught. But his fury was not to be denied. Passing by him he closed his eyes, imagining himself behind the monster as he drifted backwards, beneficiary and now victim to his telekinetic power. Opening his eyes his imagination became destination as he unsheathed his enchanted katana, a mystic piece worthy of a god, and with a sure grip went to separate the monster’s head from his body. It was the first of three steps towards the completion of one of is most powerful attacks, the Shining Sword Attack.

“No one is going to kill my brother, except me!”

A new ki signature, one he hadn’t noticed in his initial haste, alerted Sohko to the oncoming intercept. Shifting in mid strike he brought the flat end of the blade to bear as the concentrated beams of energy which had originated from the creature’s eyes reached him. With deft hand he deflected the beams but doing so was a sacrifice; he had to allow the oncoming tackle for he did not have sufficient time to spare himself from both attacks.

Into a nearby downed building they flew, while the large green Namekian offshoot who he had attempted to decapitate became victim to his own reflexes, as his instinctive telekinetic pull carried his momentum into a nearby structure. Sohko’s vision was cut off as he and broke through the outer wall of the building, the black alien still barreling into his midsection. His rage was growing and growing, the saiyan could barely contain it. His words came through clenched teeth as his head smashed through concrete and garters.

“Hi my name is Sohko Masamune, NOW FUCK OFF MY PLANET!”

The inner darkness raged forth once more, and it all came back once more. All the knowledge of old rushed back; training from back in WTO days. Days spent pouring over the various anatomies of every known race the Organization had come into contact. Insomnia came hand in hand with the job those days. Now it came along with memories.

Given he was brother’s with the green mutant namekian he judged he too must share the same lineage, regardless of his color. Pinpointing every weak point in the Namekian’s anatomy Sohko threw his arms out at his side, expelling his power, rising to roughly 37,000 power level (due to his heavy weights) as he also negated the advance of the black beast who was weighed down to 5,500. With the creature off put by the outward force, the saiyan lunged forward striking at the aforementioned areas with one hand while deflecting his counter strikes with the flat of his blade with his other, better equipped, hand.

Finally the force of one strike sent the black beast back through the wall, exiting them back to where they were moments ago. Sohko paused as he looked to where the girl had been floating. Where she had been now stood the green monster, in his fearsome grip she dangled, near limp. His anger surged once more. What right do they have to spill saiyan blood, he thought.

“WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE!?”

Extending the fingers of his open hand he pooled a large amount of ki, until snapping them apart, four balls of concentrated red ki appearing in between each finger. They carried a hefty strength, almost twenty thousand combined (five each). With piss and vinegar coursing through his pulsing veins he threw his arm forward, sending his patented Magic Trick hurting at the green mutant. Each one was honed in on his ki signature and would not stop until either they were destroyed or he was.

However doing so had left him wide open to an attack from the black invader, a mistake he would surely regret; but not more than he’d regret not trying to save the innocent saiyan woman.


(Sorry it sucks was distracted and rushed )

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Izanagi looked down at the brunette in his grasp. The sight of her helpless body was like a drug to the sociopathic Namekian. He rolled his fingers over her ribs slowly tightening his grip. Her ribs slowly cracked and popped only eliciting only a faint response of a weak cry of pain. He brought the brunette up to his face and looked directly into her defeated face. Her eyes had clouded over and some blood had begun to run down from her hair line. Izanagi let a toothy grin take up her entire field of vision.

“Now do you see how pathetic you monkeys are compared to me?! Why don’t you go say hello to your family again?!” Izanagi gloated.

He wound back his arm and then threw the Saiyan woman with an exponential amount of force towards where her family’s bodies were still located. If she was unable to recover in time she would be spiked into the ground like a football by a player who had just scored.

However Izanagi was far from done fighting. Suddenly a blast slammed into Izanagi’s chest sending him flying directly back into the buildings behind him. What little buildings were left standing came down on top of the child. As he dug himself out of the rubble two more blasts landed right next to him sending debris and dust everywhere. While he was blinded Izanagi was far from defenseless as he sensed two more attacks coming rather quickly. Using his telekinesis he tossed a piece of rock into one of the attacks causing it to explode just feet from Izanagi. Then with a wave his arm he deflected the final blast into a pillar igniting the pillar into a ball of fire.

His eyes searched the area to find the source of the attacks. Izanagi then found the source being the Saiyan that had tried to shoulder slam him earlier. How could Yami be so incompetent as to not deal with the monkey? Izanagi had easily dispatched his opponent. Then add to that Izanagi’s espionage had concluded that there was very little people of power on Vegeta at the moment that could save the planet.

Izanagi raised his index finger at the Saiyan while energy began to gather at the tip of his finger. With one final push he launched his attack at the newest combatant. If Yami would not finish him like his father expected him to then Izanagi would have to step in.

“Death beam,” Izanagi said with annoyance in his voice.

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Pain sliced through her once again as the creature squeezed her, drawing another cry of pain from the girl. Dimly, she realized that another had joined the fight, one much like the thing that held her. The Saiyan man was fighting both of them. He was saving her, or at least stopping them from killing others. Noko's vision swam as the creature lifted her, her violet eyes turning to gaze straight into his for mere moments.

“Now do you see how pathetic you monkeys are compared to me?! Why don’t you go say hello to your family again?!”

My family....? In her pain ridden state, her mind flashed back not to the family she had met only days prior, but to the ones on Nor. Anastasia....Her Queen and mother. Bowen, her teacher and mothers mate. Both of them had warned her against coming here. Why didn't she listen?

It was one of the warmer days. Noko was in her room, the large window open, the sheer curtains waving slightly in the breeze. Noko was there, bustling around her room and throwing clothes in a bag at the end of her bed. A woman sat there. Her hair was white as snow, mostly straight going down to her hips. Her eyes were a deep, radiant silver. She looked like a goddess, sitting there in flowing, sheer material draped around her, layered in places for modesty.

"Noko... are you sure you want to go?" she asked, her face clearly showing her worry. But Noko didn't stop. She moved from one drawer to the next, throwing almost everything into her bag.

"Mother, I need to do this! He's in Vegeta, you said so yourself! You Saw him! For years you hadn't ever Seen him. This has to be a sign right? A sign that I'm meant to find him!" her words were rushed, quick and excitable. Anastasia stood, sighing softly. She was taller than most woman, curvy and beautiful. With otherworldly grace, she crossed the room to stand in front of the daughter she had adopted. Laying a hand on her shoulder, she stilled the girl.

"Honey, I know you're excited. But...I don't want you getting hurt," she said, worry and fear lacing her word. Noko smiled up at the woman, unable to stop.

"I'll be fine. What could go wrong?"

Noko was being hurtled through the air. As soon as the creature had thrown her, she knew what was going to happen. She was going to land by her blood family. She would break more, and her blood would run with their's. But...it didn't happen.

Instead, her body slammed into something hard, but warm. A body, but not a dead one. Her eyes opened and the face of the Saiyan came into view. He had dark hair tied back into a ponytail. Angular shades covered his eyes, hiding them from her view. His skin was tan, his body hard and muscular against her petite form. Her tail hung limp, just as her right arm was. All if not most of her ribs were broken, and every breath she took was labored. Noko hadn't been able to stop herself from the impact, and if not for this man here, she could have been dead. Her violet eyes fluttered closed as her head fell against him.

"Thank you..." she whispered.