A bitter reunion (Tsuken, Nam, Kazama, Geurin)

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It had all happened so quickly, and Kami, having exerted more energy that he was physically capable of, was unable to determine the landing zone. Litterally just outside of the blast radius, the team fell. First would be Kami, having no footing, or chance to coordinate the landing, he would pile face first into the hard ground, skidding several feet before finally hitting a large rock that would collapse around him.

The Namekian was injured, badly. His right leg was still burning with black terrible fire from his encounter with Geurin, and now his left was burned from Zach's monstrous attack. He had not simply gotten them out alive unscathed. The pain was far too intense for him to focus. A scream, one fitting for an old man. He knew what he had to do, and yet he couldnt bring himself to do it. Biting his bottom lip, and rolling to the left out of the small rubble pile he himself had created, the namek took hold of his burning leg, grabbing it at the crease of the hip.

"hmhmhmhm"

The old man whimpered, recognizing the pain he was about to cause himself. It would take only a second, and the Ki released from Kami would slice through his leg, cutting it off entirely.

"Gah!"

He yelled, falling over to the left, deep purple blood bursting from the wound. The pain was unbearable, but if he did not stop the flame, Geurin would have claimed his life, and that was unacceptable. Suicide was no option either. The namek yelled back to the only man capable of doing it.

"Nam, Nam listen to me!"

He yelled, blinded by the energy consumption and burning sensation of his missing leg.

"There is no time to explain, Nam kill me, do it now and fast, If you only listen to me for once in your life Nam do it now and kill me!"

Nam likely had not been thrown because of the transmission due to his power level, and if he had not recognized the old man just by his look, his voice was truly identical.

Kami~Tenshu was alive, and begging for death.

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Kazama watched as the massive ball of ki descended towards the city as Zach easily dodged out of the way of his attacks. His arm never even made it close enough to him for the absorption attempt before he flew up into the upper atmosphere. Standing there Kazama was in awe of the massive ball of ki. He stood there paralyzed as his arm began to reform.

From the afterlife to the world of the living only to go back again. My luck sucks.

He saw quickly a figure dart underneath the attack and then launch a blast out from underneath it. The blast however did little to slow down the ball of death down. The majin could feel the heat on his face and the wind rushing past his skin. It felt rather strange to be on this side of genocide. Kazama had inflicted the horrid act time and again when he was younger but never once did he ever think about what it looked like. The ball of death was on top of the man trying to stop it as the heat and energy began to burn his skin. It was no doubt painful but Kazama did not react. Instead he felt a strange peacefulness amongst all of the chaos and the pain. Maybe Heiwa had been wrong, maybe his plucking from Hell was misplaced.

The pain increased drastically as Kazama was almost blown away by the wind. The majin began to grimace and then let out a low yell which was drowned out by the attack. Then there was nothing. He floated in between dimensions like when Heiwa had transported him using Viewmaster. Perhaps the Northern Kaioshin had stepped in to save him? Not likely.

When the world reformed around him he felt the blast of the attack at his back. It scorched his back and arms before flinging him like a ragdoll by a tornado through the air. The majin tumbled end over end before skidding across the ground, popped into the air only to flip several more times, skidded across the ground and then smashed through several building. He felt metal tearing at his skin and then finally his momentum stopped as he landed upside down with his back up against a wall. Sticking through his chest was a broken pipe from a destroyed building. Kazama groaned as he tried to pull himself off.

His skin had been burned, scuffed and scratched. Chunks were missing and unfortunately his regeneration had not taken hold yet. With a quick swing of his feet the majin slid off of the broken pipe. His senses were all a mess as he staggered towards where he had flown from. He saw several Saiyans crouched in the corner cowering for their life. Kazama tried to give them a thumbs up to let them know that everything was okay but only managed a wave of his arm.

Rubble collapsed at his feet as Kazama emerged from the building to find himself in a fairly open area. Everything was muted by a high pitched ringing noise, he saw people talking but no audible words were coming out. Some were running and screaming others just screaming out from a distance due to the rubble that had landed on them. Then his eyes fell on a strange sight. In the midst of all of the destruction lay an old Namekian yelling to a young man not far off. What made it even stranger was what he was yelling.

"There is no time to explain, Nam kill me, do it now and fast, If you only listen to me for once in your life Nam do it now and kill me!"

“What did I get myself into...?” Kazama asked as he continued to stagger over to the elder Namekian on the ground.

[Nam Reikonaga]

His hands were burning… Nam grits his teeth and powers up even higher as he pressed his bare hands on the giant red pillar that had been unleashed by the blond man. To many it seemed foolish, to him it seemed foolish too, but he couldn’t just standby and run away for his life while there were people still alive –especially the little kid’s voice he could hear screaming. Nam hadn’t realized that the purple beam was, in fact, the boy; he thought the poor child was traumatized and screaming for his dear life.

“Ugh…” he moaned. No matter how much power he released, the attack was just too strong and he was slowly descending. Nam gasped, finally feeling the ground below his feet. Time was running out and he was losing. “Damnit!” he yelled. “Go back!” his golden aura flared with intense ferocity, but it didn’t change a thing. Nam was convinced that somehow, another ‘miracle’ would occur, just like when he fought Touketsuki Yakedo. He pressed on, trying to reverse the pillar and save the people of Vegeta from such impending doom –and save his best friend from become a monster.

People look around, and Zach was already a beast. He caused the fire. He caused the broken buildings, killed families and he launched such an enormous attack at a mere child just because he had a tail. But…

Nam closed his eyes in frustration. He was letting his bond with the shirtless man get in the way of his judgment. What Zach was about to do today, was no different from Touketsuki’s actions five years ago –no, they were worst. Touketsuki would have stopped if they succumbed to his will, but Zach’s quest was one of revenge and a dark and deep one at that. Zach would not stop for the charm of a saiyan woman; he would not stop for a friend.

The ground began to crack as his feet sunk into the ground. Damnit! he thought, feeling the strain of his weighted clothing. He had not thought this through, he hadn’t even taken a single moment to remove his weights; therefore, his power was limited –but would it make a difference anyway? Nam bends down with the pillar as if the roof was closing down on him and he was trying to send it back; except that roof burned his hands and back.

Suddenly, he felt a hand clasp on his shoulder. Nam barely had time to gasp as everything around him suddenly changed in a quick instant. He gazed into the horizon with a perplexed stare. Anxiety began to take over and his heart began to race. A shining light of red washed over what seemed to be a broken down city and from it was expelled a powerful force which almost knocked him off his feet. It was then that he had realized that they were at the outskirts of the city he had arrived to. He gawked.

"Nam,” a familiar voice called. “Nam listen to me!"

The saiyan’s aura faded off as he stared with slanted eyes at the city he had failed to protect. He recognized the voice, but he couldn’t react. He was in shock, overcome by the fact that he had failed once again. His golden locks of hair flaunted with the sudden eerie and silent wind. The clouds over the city were dark and thunder roared.

"There is no time to explain, Nam kill me,” the man said. Nam clenched his fist. “Do it now and fast, If you only listen to me for once in your life, Nam do it now!” he grits his teeth. “Kill me!"

“Damnit Tenshu!” he turned and growled at his mentor, finding him weakened on the ground. It also noticed the other three who he had managed to save, but his eyes were set on the old man. “If you really wanted to die, why didn’t you just teleport away with Zach’s giant pillar!?” he yelled. “Why did you rescue me?” his aura flared again and the ground beneath him cracked, ending at the foot of the namekian’s only leg. “Now Central City is destroyed!” he stopped.

Nam had realized that he had called that city ‘Central City’ while he didn’t know it’s true name. He diverted his eyes to the ground as his aura faded and his golden hair and teal eyes reverted to the natural brown hue it always had. The half-saiyan dropped to his knees and gripped the soil in his hands. All around them, everything looked barren just like Central City. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes.

“We’ve been lost without you… Kami…” he uttered in a softer voice. Without Kami, Zach had been led astray and provoked to cause all this madness. The Guardian Special Forces was disbanded and left with nothing but two weaklings and a useless leader. Nam, trying to cope with everything, was taking to such extremes where Zach would have killed him on the spot without even being aware of it. –And if he died now… What would that accomplish? How would this make up for everything that had happened. Death… was the coward’s way out. It was obvious now that he didn’t mean the things he had said a few minutes ago.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“TSUKEN! ! !”

The boy had stared as the titanic thing descended upon the only home he had ever known. Someone yelled his name, but he did not care. . .he was tired, so tired his body began to slip towards the city. Tsuken Hiruen had put his whole being into the blast that shared a portion of his name, but it had been unable to halt the monster he had always feared despite his night-light plugged into the wall socket of his bedroom. But papa had been there, asleep in his bed. Rensou had spoken tenderly when his young son snuck into his room, never harshly. Sometimes, papa had not been there, “Sessa will always look after you, Tsuken,” the elder Hiruen had explained, and on some nights the boy had cuddled closer to the sister that did not share his blood. There was no need for blood, nay, such bonds could be forged with love.

“TSUKEN! ! !”

The voice again. Tsuken let his eyes drift down to follow the creation of the fiery haired demon as it began to peel away at the uppermost reaches of Saru. It was unreal to the child what was truly happening, and he was mesmerized by the shining lights – they reminded him of the fireworks of the festivals, but this was so much more beautiful. Tsuken frowned at the idea that papa were not here to witness it in the fullest glory. He reminded himself to tell Rensou of what he had seen as his eyelids fluttered, and he began to fall truly. Sessa would help convince Rensou that his story was true, Sessa was watching the very lights. . .Sessa was calling his name.

Sessa!

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It all returned as a rush – these were not the celebrations of the people, this was the end of the so many lives and he was going to die, and Sessa was going to die. Tsuken Hiruen became paralyzed by fear, and despite wanting to find Sessa Appan, his beloved friend every since he could remember, he could not move. He had failed his papa, had failed in what it meant to be Hiruen: just as Rensou had failed six years ago, Tsuken had lost and this was all his fault. Tears rolled out from tightly closed eyelids but not a sound escaped his throat. Tsuken Hiruen was unconscious and his tiny body would be wiped away by the rising explosion when the demon's bomb finally detonated.

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Sessa caught him, completely aware she was completely unable to escape the effects of the blast. She was a Saiyan, but she was far from an actual warrior among them. She lived with Rensou, but she attended her classes and had little time for training: No, technology had drawn her interests and she had longed to receive a prized internship under the intellectual Engineer Mato. With all she had, she flew into the skies and past the clouds before her ears were rendered useless by the explosion. She smiled down at the tiny boy she held in her arms, he was peacefully asleep, and somehow, someway, she knew he would live. He was Rensou's son. Death did not come quickly to those of Hiruen blood. With her free hand, she pulled her necklace apart and pressed a tiny golden locket into Tsuken's hand, and closed his fingers around it. The thing had been her father's, and she gave it to Tsuken as the blast began to overwhelm her body. . .In her last act, Sessa Appan had forgotten all fear of her own death and become overwhelmed with the will to protect: she held the boy close as her own meager power was wiped away.

Sessa Appan, the daughter of Rensou Hiruen through a bond of love rather than blood, was washed away in an instant.

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Tsuken had never awoken as the resulting explosion of cataclysmic impact tossed his tiny body around like a doll, cutting and bruising him beyond recognition. Tightly in his small digits, he clung to the locket as he plummeted to his certain death when the effects subsided.

. . .the son of a gladiator slammed brutally into the ground, crying out in anguish. His fall had been one from a much shorter distance, and he sprawled on his back. This had all been an awful dream, he realized – he had a nightmare and had rolled from his bed. It was an often occurrence, but this time it hurt so much more. He whimpered as he stood, intent on heading to Sessa's chambers and climbing into bed with his sister, to whisper, “'wuv ya, Sess,” before he returned to sleep.

He opened his eyes, his vision blurred with blood and unease from injuries. Tsuken Hiruen instantly recognized the desert sands just beyond Saru, but he did not understand who the green, screaming Namek was. The reddish alien was unknown to him as well, and the only person who even faintly resembled his race was the brunette boy who spoke with old Gweeny. Tsuken limped forward, lifting a hand to tug upon the pants of Nam. Panic had begun to overtake him, and it fully set in when Sessa's locket fell from his hand and doe eyes watched it tumble.

“...'ave you seen'muh Sess?” he inquired, attempting to keep his cool – just like Rensou, he tried to remain composed under all situations. Tsuken turned to look for Sessa, and his eyes went wide when he saw not Saru city, but a billowing mass of smoke and dust where it should have been.

Tsuken Hiruen broke into a run as best he could, tears streaming from his face and washing away caked crimson as he desperately screamed for one so important to him.

“SESSAAAAA! ! !”

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[Geurin]

That was the final straw. Geurin would not be made a fool of, especially by Tenshu, not again. His entire existence had been at the will of that old green appendage. And now Geurin was in-charge, he would not allow that success to fall.

He could not follow the man into the blast that had consumed Saru, and had assumed that Tenshu would thrust himself in front of the attack to end his life, and yet alive they both were. Tenshu's compassion had gotten the better of him, and that mistake would leave both of them alive.

Appearing in an instance, a burning electric Ki surrounding his body, pouring upwards like steam rising from his shoulders. His eyes were white with rage as he breathed heavily, his powerlevel capping at just above two million. A shockwave struck the ground around him upon arrival, and any being nearby would be thrown by the sheer force of his arrival. Debris and rubble flying in a most violent passion of fury from the Namek.

"At least I can depend on the ignorance of Nam to redirect my plans"

He yelled, his words filled with as much Ki as his initial impact had. His muscles shook as his power grew by another hundred thousand. His teeth seemed longer, his ear's pointier. Geurin was truly a demon among Namekians as his appearance looked less and less like the common Namek, and more like a truly possessed demon.

"Looks like your puppy dog just couldn't listen TenSHU!"

A pillar of Pure Ki shot into the sky around Geurin, unable to say the bastards name without erupting another hundred thousand. In a matter of seconds he had surpassed Tenshu's greatest power. In a matter of seconds he had flown beyond Tsuken and Kazama combined. The pillar subsided slightly, still circling around him with a harsh wind of sharp destructive Ki. It was nothing more than his charging Aura, and the being was prepared to murder every person here.

His ears caught the young boy nearby, screaming for his sister. The right eye of the demon twitching as the boy screamed for his sister.

"Will somebody shut that brat up!?"

He said, disappearing instantly, appearing next to the boy, who had begun running towards the still erupting Saru city. The entire area had been encompassed by a vacuum of wind, and energy from Zach's destruction. The attack still spreading its destruction and giving way to the darkest rain clouds ever seen on the planet vegeta.

Reappearing in front of the boy, likely stopping him in his tracks Geurin looked him in the eyes. The deep red iris making contact with the young Saiyans fearful glance.

"That city, much like your race, has been wiped out of history"

A sharp strike. It would be quick enough to hardly be noticed by the child, but certainly fast enough to strike him. A chop to the side of the neck. It was likely the child would pass out entirely, or even begin the process of dying due to a broken neck. Whatever happened to him was none of Geurin's concern. His only Concern was the old sage behind Nam.

Turning his attention back to the original goal he spoke, his electric Ki sparking as he moved.

"Nam, I have been relatively kind to you. Keeping you alive, allowing you to form your little resistance, and even warning you about this place. But you will not deter me from this. So Nam Reikonaga, go back home, or feel...my....WRATH"

That did it, His power jumped another hundred thousand leaving him at nearly 2.7 million. That was if anyone was counting, the number continued to rise, as Geurin was pushed further than he ever had been before. He would end this once and for all.

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The speed, the speed that the golden haired saiyan showed in just flight was remarkable, more than the black majin Masu could handle, however he relied on the power sensing, and he knew, he knew he would get their eventually. Finally, the scene was forming to the red beady eyes of Masu, he could see the city was all but destroyed, and many figures and powerlevels seemed to be around, very close and very powerful, more say than any average saiyan or person on this planet. As Masu drew closer, he could now make out the figures, one was the green man, Geurin his name, and then the golden haired saiyan, by..by another green man? No...this was one different from the last other green man, he was older, more wrinkled. Where are this green beings come from? Were they always here? I have searched this city and planets widely…never have I seen so many green men, nothing but monkeys…

Masu’s eyes continued to scan around, finally stopping when he reached the area where they were all gathered, taking in everyone’s appearance. 2 green men, the golden haired saiyan, a small boy that looked like a saiyan, a red majin…wait a majin? Another one of him? There were others? No No No No. I’m supposed to be the only one creator did not mention others. Did not show others. No No No. Masu has to be special. Masu slowly descended to the ground, his eyes and attention now on the red majin more so than anybody there.

Part of his mind was on the mission he had seemly accomplished without doing any fighting, and that was to find Geurin’s friend and return to Geurin. The friend was here and his job was done…but with no fighting. Masu wanted to fight he wanted a challenge. He wanted to have fun. His eyes swiftly turning to look at Geurin, hoping that the green man would see the desire to fight and wreck havoc in his glare and eyes. Masu was like a kid in the world’s biggest candy store, and he was told not to touch a single thing but could only look in awe at his surroundings. Masu wanted to touch, he wanted to fight, he wanted that candy that, as of right now, he couldn’t have.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The emotions running rampart through the mentality of the child had effected every facet of his body. Stride had lengthened despite the raging pain in his legs, pulse had quickened, Tsuken could hear his beating heart as it repeated, again and again: “pwease, w'et 'er be okie, pwease!” Desperation was at a peak, but fear was the last thing on his mind as he kicked sand behind his tiny feet to go and find someone whom he could not admit to be truly dead. If only he could get to her, everything would be alright. . .wouldn't it?

It would not.

Another demon appeared before him, but the need for Sessa was too much for someone so meaningless to instill fear. Perhaps it was stupidity, but it was certainly a Saiyan quality. The toddler had never feared the fiery-haired monster for a moment either until he realized his only home was being destroyed. Still, the creature stood directly in his path and Tsuken slid to a sudden and abrupt stop. The child already had suspicions he was one of the evil ones, senses could very much feel the maliciousness dripping from the Namekian. . .and then ears paid witness to true heartlessness.

“Muh pa's gun' huwt ya reawwy ba. . .” Tsuken Hiruen nearly finished before a terrible hand came crashing into the side of his neck. Eyes went wide with pain, a hurt so great the boy slipped to his knees. Whites stared dead ahead, oblivious to the world as they child fell forward and onto his face. The idea that he was dead was a very real possibility, but the back still rose as the stubborn Hiruen blood simply would not allow merciful death~

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His black skin glistened under the obscured sun. The color of charcoal covered his entire body as red beady eyes darting around the wasteland and the group of a few living creatures. The group consisted of: the man who was stupid enough to get under Zach’s blast, Geurin, the dictator of Earth, the now unconscious little child that had fascinated Kazama, the elderly Namekian who was screaming to be killed and then Kazama himself. The conversation was lost on the deep red majin though. His eyes never broke from the new black majin that had arrived.

Kazama finished reforming his body when he found himself slowly staggering towards the new majin. Common sense was to stay put as to avoid getting caught up in a fight that he was clearly out matched. But it was something about the new majin that had appeared. A haze began to wash over Kazama’s mind, rationality was slowly slipping away. The feeling felt so familiar to that of something that he had felt before. At first he was not able to place where he had felt that feeling before and then it came to him. Over five years ago when he originally visited Saru City with Sohko, when the city’s skyline reached the clouds, they ran into another majin. There was something about her power signature that caused Kazama to sense two very different beings and it had put him on edge to the point that he actually ended up attacking the purple majin. During that time his mind was clouded in a blood haze type effect and was not acting rationally.

Unfortunately it was happening again.

Kazama’s eyes looked over the black majin. The creature was created for death and destruction, just like he was, and reveled in every moment of it. This new creature enjoyed chaos and evil. This was in stark difference to Geurin as he shed off the vibe of evil but only to further his own ends, he would not create chaos just to create chaos. This majin however gave off the aura of chaos incarnate for Kazama. Something he could not allow to exist in the universe. He had to protect, he had to protect everything from this creature.

“What is your name…” Kazama whispered as he began to switch from a stagger to a more purposeful walk towards the newest guest. His eyes locked on the tarred majin. Kazama’s fists began to clench in a haze.

“What is your name?” Kazama asked again but this time much louder so that his voice traveled over to the new majin. Waiting only a few moments Kazama growled this time, “What is your name?!”

What Geurin, the elderly Namekian and the fool who tried to stop the blast did next Kazama could care less. His focus was locked on the majin. He was not sure that if it was because it was another majin, pride, arrogance, or the fact that the new creature resembled pure chaos to Kazama but it did not matter. Kazama’s mind in an instant clouded over with a blood haze and decided that there would only be one majin on Vegeta. One of them was going to die today. As his power flared up around him his mumbled something inaudible to those around him.

“It will not be me.”

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam gasped, having felt something tug on his trousers, he hadn’t noticed the child approach him during his turmoil. His eyes welled up, hearing the boy ask for his sister. Nam looked away. He could have prevented this… if only he was stronger… but no, he was weak; every time he seemed to have ascended in power, Zach would prove that Nam had only just caught up to the blond man. Even now, a super saiyan, he was outmatched by the man. It seemed his drive, his pain –was much deeper than his…

Nam clenched his hands. “Damnit…” he murmured with a puckered face. “Damnit…” he repeated. Everything was silent, except for the child crying for his sister as he ran towards the remains of his home –just like Nam’s. How terrible for a child to experience what he did at such a young age. His entire family probably fell victim to that blast and he was unable to prevent it.

Suddenly, a powerful wind was cast over the land and threatened to blow them away; along with it a dangerously high powerlevel which Nam recognized all too well. So they’re separated after-all… he thought, recalling to Tenshu’s previous words back in the Lookout. A shockwave struck and cracked the ground with its ferociousness, but Nam’s gaze hadn’t left the floor.

"At least I can depend on the ignorance of Nam to redirect my plans," the man said. The saiyan’s grip on the soil tightened. ‘Ignorance’ seemed like a proper term to describe him.

"Looks like your puppy dog just couldn't listen TenSHU!" he continued. Nam grit his teeth and repressed his desire to whimper.

"Will somebody shut that brat up!?"

Nam hadn’t moved in the slightest. He was still trying to recover all the fallen pieces and could only hear as the young boy was snapped in the neck by the monstrous namek. It was then, when the words of that namekian were directed at him once again, that Nam had begun to stand back up and turned to face the green goblin. His ears were sharper, as well as his teeth, and his eyes were cold and full of maliciousness. If there were ever a hint of Tenshu left inside him, it was most definitely and undeniably gone. If Nam had ever held back during their few encounters, he would most definitely not do it now.

"Nam,” the man addressed him. The saiyan stared at him with a blank expression. His hair was messy and flaunting by the violent winds emerging from Geurin’s being; casting a shadow on his facial features. “I have been relatively kind to you,” he continued. “Keeping you alive, allowing you to form your little resistance, and even warning you about this place.” Nam clenched his hands.

“But you will not deter me from this,” he said. “So Nam Reikonaga, go back home, or feel...my....WRATH"

With that, the man’s power skyrocketed through the roof and displayed an even larger power than he had ever witnessed; even now, his monstrous strength was growing relentlessly and so was the darkness within his soul. Nam knew he was going on borrowed time. He knew Geurin could have killed them all anytime he wished. That his ‘resistance’ could only ever exist because of the man’s ego; it was the reason why he decided to leave Earth from the beginning, but he had chased him down even here.

Nam’s expression hadn’t fazed the entire time. He didn’t show any intent to fight, his visage expressed no desire to continue further and anyone could have guessed he threw in the flag before he finally spoke minutes later.

“What home?” he retorted. “My home has been gone for a long time…” the reality was, ever since Central City, Nam didn’t belong anywhere –or, at least that’s how he felt. His family was gone and everyone left that mattered didn’t want anything to do with a half-saiyan like him. He came to Vegeta hoping things might be different, but the reality was that Nam was neither a saiyan nor a human. His mixed racial status made him an outcast in the eyes of the people.

The force emitting from Geurin and spreading effortlessly across the land was soon contested with another gust of wind which rotated from Nam’s feet. His aura flared. His brown hair fluttered vigorously. “Did you really think…” he said with body flickering gold, “that I would turn back now?” Nam’s gaze finally lifted to reveal intense teal eyes glaring at the namekian from afar. His hair lifted once more into golden locks. A power emanated from his body, one that rivaled Geurin’s and fought for their place on this world. For a man once said…

“Both of us have defied fate, and struggle for our place atop a universe which sees in itself no room for our existence...” ~Tenshu (Virion)

[Geurin]

Heated words were more than just the diction that did rest upon the pallet of Nam Reikonaga. His frustrations had met their peak, and the youths need for success had finally brought him to a situation he could not walk away from. For Touketsuki Yakedo had been confused, greedy, young, and foolish. Geurin did not share these qualities. Confusion was replaced by clarity, Greed by ambition, youth by more than a century of knowledge, and foolishness with an understanding of not only now, but everything. His omnificent power grew greater with each passing day. This was the man whom had known the actions of each war lord in play. He had known that Boliko would abandon his home in order to seek vengeance against Touketsuki. He had known that the Saiyan army would follow after him. He had known that Zach's lust for vengeance would bring about the genocide of the entire saiyan race, and he had known that Tenshu was the only thing holding him back from his truest power.

At this exact moment two battles were happening in the history of the universe. Touketsuki Yakedo faced off against the Saiyan King Boliko Koregutsu, and Nam Reikonaga faced off against the legend GeuRin. Even those on other worlds would feel the intensity of their battles.

"No Nam...I was rather hoping you wouldn't"

The Namek said, jetting forward in a streak of dark green ki. His right elbow was prepared to make contact with Nam's repugnant face, and would be quickly followed by the agile fighters left leg swinging backwards for a round house kick. With his power level resting at 2.7 million, Nam would be the only creature around who was able to keep up with him. So this fight would be the long awaited, and well earned conclusion to their bitter relationship.

Nam had succeeded in one manner already, he had taken all of the focus off of Tenshu. The question now, was how would this effect the battle against Geurin, and the war against Vegeta.

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It was now clear; the other majin knew of his presence, it too knew that there was going to be a great fight today. As Masu’s red beady eyes watched the red Majin mumble something, Masu cocked his head to the left, wondering what the lump of bumble gum was mumbling about. Right now, the things happening around Masu was almost non-existent, his eyes, ears and full attention was on the red majin as he belted out for Masu to give him his name and then again mumbling when Masu didn’t answer right away. Masu simply grinned his famous shark tooth grin.

Should he answer? Does this other ‘majin’ deserve to know his name? Right now...no. Masu was the only majin worth being called a beast, worth being called a true majin. Masu was a perfect creation only to have been deemed ‘unworthy’ by his creator…but that was long ago. Masu had since entered perfection. Masu is and was the thing that people feared when they saw him, and aliens would cringe when his smooth black skinned shimmered in the light and his red devil eyes seemed to glare into their souls. Thi was what perfection was all about, making other beings Fear and wish they were that being, that being that was as strong and willful such as Masu was. Masu would show this ‘majin’ what being perfect really was. He would prove to his creator that he was the best creation; he would prove it by killing this…this thing that stood in front of him.

A green blue then suddenly flew in front of Masu, the speed so great that the black majin’s head tentacle waved and flapped about from the intense wind. However, aside from that, Masu’s gaze and movement remained motionless. His evil grin still very much present and his red eyes still very much on the red majin. Masu watched as the majin muttered something else, again inaudible for Masu to hear it. Now…it was time.. Masu opened his mouth to speak.

“You will follow me and you will fight me. If you can prove to be a fun challenge then you will learn what I am called. Until then you do not deserve a name.”[/b]

After finishing speaking, Masu’s body would lift up into the air and take off, gaining distance from where Geurin and the golden haired saiyan would be fighting. After a few minutes in flight, hoping that the red majin was following him, Masu would land on the rocky ground and wait for his majin opponent. The time was oh so close…it was almost time determine who the ‘true majin’ was, and Masu was most certain it was going to be him coming out on top.

[Nam Reikonaga]

When a fight was approaching, there was always one thing Nam would forget about. There was always something he refrained from using in the fight because he wanted to preserve ‘honor’. But this day, under the bloody red skies, a devastated city just about a mile away and a small child knocked out on cold blood; there was something Nam recognized as he slowly reached behind him and gripped the black hilt which stuck out horizontally from his right hip.

There was no honor here…

This was a thought process which extended as far as his battle with Touketsuki –no, even farther. Normally, Nam wouldn’t fight an unarmed person with his weapon, the first time was with Touketsuki Yakedo, but he soon realized how selfish his desires to be a man of ‘honor’ were when so much was on the line; already, there had been countless casualties. Honor was nothing but an illusion, an imaginary chain which restrains man from doing what must be done. Honor only exists in friendly and competitive environments –but this wasn’t a competition, this was a battle to the death, more real than anything anyone could imagine. The fastest way to kill…?

No, this wasn’t a battle… This… was War.

Nam braced himself as the namekian ricochet forward like a torpedo, dirt would pick up and trail behind him. Slow motion as the saiyan took a step back and crouched under the impending elbow-strike over head. To another, they probably couldn’t see Geurin’s movements at all, but Nam was able to follow them. As the namekian arched around for a round house kick, Nam thrust his sword with a backward grip to both block and injure Geurin’s leg; a golden sheet of energy engulfed the silver arm-length blade to strengthen it and use it as an extension of his arm.

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Watching the black skinned majin lift off the ground and drift into the air it only served to infuriate Kazama. The tension between the two majins was palpable and if it had been the two of them in a room it would have been the greatest tension felt. However they were not alone. Not by a long shot. Kazama as he continued to walk towards his chaotic counterpart he glanced over his shoulder and saw that their battle was going to be dwarfed in amazing fashion by that of the Nam, Kazama based from the words of the old Namekian that still lay on the ground, and Geurin, Prime Minister of Earth. This was not going to be a place to fight each other. No the Majin's were going to have to find a new home for their fight to the death.

Kazama turned back to the charcoal piece of chaos and with the sight of it in his eyes. Kazama stopped in his place. He felt thousands of presences beside him. Most of which he felt only condemnation for. But out of that select few he could feel something that he had not in a very long time. Support. Even though he stood alone in front of another life or death fight he could feel the support of not only Sohko, Heiwa, Drexx who he had not seen in years, Orenji the grumpy Namekian, and Anubis X, the Pharoahnian who gave the his life to aid Kazama but also those of the Crane school that he had grown to enjoy the company of, the little girl and her family, Poso, his former teacher and then the presence of a being he did not think would grace him again. It was of a single woman, the woman that had meant more to him than every living creature in the universe but it was at his hands that it ended. It ended because of his inability and his lack of strength.

As he stood there Kazama saw a figure appear just in front of him. It was the vision of beautiful woman who had dark hair that fell to just below her shoulder blades, freckles speckled her cheeks, small pointed ears peaked from beneath her hair, and caring eyes comforted the Majin. At first Kazama was not sure how to react which only seemed to amuse the vision as a small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. Her small frame sauntered slowly over to Kazama, who was speechless, with a knowing look she slowly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Her lips lingered for what felt like a blissful eternity as Kazama enjoyed what he could have sworn was warmth from the vision. Unable to look at her in the eye Kazama closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. Though the kiss was paradise for him it soon ended. The vision slowly pulled away from the Majin's cheek she replaced it by a hand that lightly touched his cheek. Slowly she began to continue to walk away from Kazama but quickly the Majin's hand went to his face in an effort to cause the hand to linger just a little longer. But when his hand landed on his cheek the vision's hand was already gone. Back to where he could never reach her.

Kazama took in a deep breath and looked up at the charcoal Majin. No longer was his mind clouded by blind blood lust to eliminate him because he was a Majin. Something deep inside of Kazama seemed to be stirred at the sight of the woman. While he still wanted to rid all of existence of the Majin opposite of him it was now because of a resolve to not allow another one of him to wander freely.

"For years, I did nothing but bring chaos to the Universe and the people around me. I killed indiscriminately and unmercifully. That all changed because of one person. I made her a promise as to live up to what I could be instead of what I was," Kazama said with a bowed head. The message was directed both at the Majin but also himself. His fists clenched into tightly formed balls of fury. Then his power erupted around him causing pieces of the ground to break away and float in the air. "I will protect the Universe from us! I will not let your chaos spread from this place today! I will learn your name as it is the final words that come out of your mouth before I obliterate you!" Small charges of electricity jumped around his body, while it was nothing compared to what the mightiest warriors could summon it still was a first for the Majin. His resolve had steeled over. Now was the time, now was for the very first time in his life he would live up to what he could be instead of what he was.

"Today the Universe becomes a safer place even if it means I become a martyr!" Kazama roared.

Suddenly the deep red shot forward at full strength. He did not launch any attacks but rather just looked to slam shoulder first into him. This was meant more just to take the two out into a new area to have their battle.

(If the attack hits then I say, Masu, that we take our fight to a new thread that way we can bust through it.)

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Just as Masu lifted up into the air to fly away toward a new area, he was unexpectedly slammed by the red majin’s shoulder forced the two majins to spiral through the air, away from the current Saiyan/Geurin battlefield. After a few spiraling seconds, the black body of Masu disconnected from the shoulder attack of the red majin, slamming and tumbling hard against the red rough dirt of the saiyan home world. Masu’s face was full of anger as lifted himself up off the ground and look toward the red majin who he would figure had also tumbled from the encounter. Masu’s face was churned into an angry, teeth showing expression a black ‘vien’ popping out on the right side of the majin’s forehead.

“You…I WAS ABOUT TO FIND FIGHTING SPOT! HITTING ME IS NOT FOLLOWING ME!” [/b]

And nearly just as quick as his anger had appeared, it was gone. The only thing left was an angry frown and those red beady eyes staring at the red majin. Now…it was so close, the battle was really about to start, and Masu would be expecting anymore ‘surprise’ attacks from this red majin. (Leaving thread to start new one. PL please. Kazama, you start the new Thread)

[Geurin]

The movements were perfectly synchronized. Geurin had been preparing for this fight for some time, and yet never before had his powerlevel grown to such heights. It seemed as though every time he hit a ceiling of power, he simply busted through it into the next one. His elbow may not have landed on target, but as his ankle clashed with the unsheathed sword, the adrenaline of battle finally began to kick in. The Bikkuri rings coming to life around the Namekian's right arm. These rings would be punishing if they made contact with any part of Nam's exterior, and could even cause unmentionable damage to his weapon if he was not careful. Of course the same was true for the Namek.

Consequences or not, their brief moment of inhalation was interrupted almost instantaniously by another quick manuever from Geurin. His free, and floating leg, swooping downward to strike Nam's head. Contorting to his left Geurin would remove the sole of his shoe from Nam's hilt, and with the twist of his back turn to face Nam once again, this time with a flat hand extended. The close combat would quickly be turned into a discharged energy festival of power. The flat palm exerted a bright flash of light green, and would fire at Nam at this unfortunate point blank range.

This was not his Bikkuri, as it was his right arm that was extended, as opposed to his left that yielded the powerful ancient Namekian Ki. This attack was the Demon wave, one that Gurin had shown in his fight against Suki, that was now being imitated here against Nam.

The bout of the super powers was under way.