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

[Nam Reikonaga]

The black flames continued to slowly eat away at his flesh and clothing, Nam had done everything he could to try and kill it, but nothing was working. He reached a point in which he simply stood idly trying to gain control over his emotions. The pain was so thick he couldn’t think straight, he needed to do something fast before un-repairable damage was inflicted on his body. How foolish he thought, to think he was already deciding whether he would spare Geurin or not, but he was naïve to believe he was actually winning.

“HYAAAAAAAAGH!”

He screamed into the sky, and as the namekian rushed out of the way, a powerful burst of energy emanated from his body, cratered the ground and pushed everything away. It was a big instinctual kiai which was mostly just to express his pain. He didn’t think the flames would have been extinguished. Steam rose from his shoulders and twisted in the air. Nam dropped to his knees and winced in agony. The entire top half of his gi was burned to ashes and luckily there were still a reasonable amount of cloth concealing most of his right leg and half of his left.

His skin was scorched, whether there would be any permanent marks was yet to be known, but that was the least of his worries. The saiyan gazed to the sky where Geurin was and watched in time as he began to form orbs of energy as big as basketballs –or bigger, and launched three of them at him one after the other. He grits his teeth and willed his entire body out of the way; the orb of energy pounding into the cratered ground and deepened it, only to rebound and following after Nam.

His eyes widened. What was this technique? Usually, the best way to deal with homing attacks were to either destroy them or trick them into crashing on something else, but these powerful bowling balls bounced back. He could only imagine what the three of those orbs could do to his tortured body and used the ravaged ground as reference –it wasn’t pretty.

“Agh!” he cried out landing on his left leg. The movement of his limbs and the pressure applied towards the ground made his skin screech and crawl. The saiyan used zanzoken to dash out into the sky and watched the balls of energy crash against each other and bounce away and back. Of course, the saiyan had another idea, a great idea, the tactic he was most fond of when dealing against homing missiles. Nam soared in the air and got the orbs neatly lined up behind him and then he turned to face Geurin.

He gasped. The sight of that bean, the thought of having all his work washed away by a senzu bean was really stressful. Here he was, losing, and his opponent was only getting stronger. Now he knew how his enemies felt every time he popped one in his mouth, he was always careful to keep some around; unfortunately, this time around, he had been careless. Nam grimaced and sped up, heading straight towards Geurin. In his current and mindless state, the berserker wouldn’t be able to avoid such a tactic –that, he was sure of...

Moments before they were at hitting range, whether the demon thrust to attack him or not, Nam would zanzoken behind him once again and kick the namekian towards the three bone-crushing spheres of energy. He winced, for every stretch of his body was like he was purposely piercing a thousand needles in his body. Regardless of his injured state, the black flames had burned off his heavy weights and in turn, increased his speed to full throttle.

[Geurin]

The Senzu beans magic was instantly gratifying, not restoring the demon creature to full health, but removing the migraine he had been sporting as will as speeding up the process on his arm, which was now moveable once more. The process of healing it was completed and now all that needed to recover was the rest of his aching body. But Nam would not give him a chance to rest and restore any further energy as his form came rushing towards him, the hard crasher balls following close behind. This tactic was no new in any sense of the word, Geurin himself had used it on his own son just a few days prior, nearly cutting him in half with homing saucers. Homing devices were a double edged sword in that way, that a quick enough reaction would warrant an agile dodge, and a successful counter all in one.

Perhaps in his last moments he would notice the new facial features coming to Geurin, it had been several minutes since the mental change had begun reforming back to a civilized being, and with the help of the senzu bean his mind was even clearer. His teeth had retracted back into his mouth, ending the piercing horror that made him out to be a cannabalistic demon, and although his ears were still pointy, and his eyes still red, his figure was no longer slouched. Geurin had finally grown accustomed to his new power.

He had given Nam one hell of a show, fighting like a brute, screeching and howling like a common dog. And the Irony was not lost on the Namek how deeply disturbing it was that someone of such decorum could be so easily shifted into a snarling beast.

His right arm lit up as the saiyan jolted behind him in an attempt to send his own attack crashing back at him, but the light around his arm was yet again not simple Ki, it was the Bikkuri, finally capable of coming back to the arm that had only just survived the last encounter with it. Spinning to his left in order to ensure that Nam would not be directly behind him -and thus inadvertently avoiding the kick in the back- Geurin swung his arm at the softball sized balls of Ki, and with a hard THUNK returned it to the ground. Then quickly counter the second one in the same fashion, only this time hitting it into the third one, sending the third ball flying to the ground, and the second one quickly ricosheying back towards Geurin. Spinning to his left he let the ball pass him, and then once it was just passed his body, striking it so that it would once again be flying at Nam.

That would be the first sure sign that Geurin's constitution had returned to him. While his eyes still burned from the previous excursion, the rest of him seemed to be coming back. The two crasher balls would hit the ground, and evaporate into thin air as Geurin released their concentration, the one heading for Nam would try and hit him, if successful after the strike it would disappear, if not, it would disappear after missing. Either way it would end with Geurin floating just a few feet from Nam, the Bikkuri crackling with lightning and ferocity on his arm. With his head hung low the Namek spoke.

"I...am not sure what came over me"

He said out loud, slowly rising his head to meet Nam at eye level, a crooked toothy smile smeered across his newly healed face.

"I have never tried to access so much power...it was...overwhelming"

Surely he had not said anything Nam couldn't have already picked up, but as he spoke his goal was not to stall for time, but entirely to be dramatic. While his feral form would have wanted to kill the man without words or threats, Geurin was more calculating. Striking fear and stirring up emotion within his opponent was the way he fought, and he liked it. In order to shake the embarrassment of having lost control, he would simply refocus on Nam, and continue to make him seem like a failure.

In reality Nam had come monumentally close to winning the fight. If he had only the intent to kill, perhaps Geurin would have been stopped before reaching the perfection that he was resting on now. That was the problem with hero's, they were hesitent to get the job done. Now Geurin and Nam were standing before each other, and the weakness that Geurin had so openly revealed was gone.

Death

Perhaps Nam could feel it too

The entire land was covered in it. The city behind them, the ground beneath them, and the air between them. Geurin couldn't let Nam leave now, not after their spectacle. It was time to conclude their ballad one way or the other.

"I know you fear me Nam Reikonaga. You and every living being who has been forced to fight at my own hand. That fear...it drives me. I don't do this for the fame, or glory, or power. I am most content with the carnage you have seen today. I do this because that fear is what invigorates me. It is brings me to a level of Ecstasy that cannot be described with words. And with this monumental victory, I have been given another full helping of what I desire most. Nam you especially have fed my desires"

The rings around the Bikkuri began to spin faster, the crackling noise becoming louder and more consistent. Geurin was finally able to explain himself without manipulation or tricks. Word for word this was how the Namek felt on a daily basis, and was his drive for each and every throat that was slit as a sacrifice to his own pleasure.

"Every night that you cried over your failures, I was there watching. Every training session where you doubted yourself, I was there. Every time that you cursed my name and swore revenge, I was there. And now it comes together. Killing you will complete a part of me that has been locked away for some time. Nam you will be the first kill that I earn that matched me in battle. You are the prey that I worked for, and stalked for years. Complete our story Nam. Tell the universe that good triumphs over evil, and I will make the blood spill from your neck faster than the words can escape"

His callous speech concluded Geurin would wait for the saiyan's reaction. Killing him now would not bring nearly as much pleasure as drawing out their final moments. His Bikkuri was charged and ready to destroy the man before him, all in due time.

[Nam Reikonaga]

(This song deserves to be placed on this post because I had no idea what to write and then it ultimately inspired me. xP)



Nam gasped, having missed the mark as Geurin skillfully turned away from the fleeting kick. Then, that technique reappeared over his arm and it was at this range that he recognized those rings as the Bikkuri-Sho Tenshu had demonstrated long ago. But how? he wondered. Tenshu had lost his arm with that technique –yet this namekian could cast it all over again on the exact same blackened arm.

The saiyan dashed backwards and weary eyes observed as two of the energy balls were sent cascading over the ground and evaporated the next moment. Nam was left perplexed by the ease in which he had deflected his own attack and was left wondering how he managed to nullify them. He didn’t have time to think over such trivial things though as the last sphere was propelled his way. His eyes widened and he projected himself out of the way. Nam peered over his shoulder to make certain that the orb wouldn’t return and he was relieved to learn it too evaporated out of thin air. Geurin willed them to stop and with his inquires quenched he was able to focus on the matter at hand.

An ominous breeze was caste over the two. Everything went silent. It was cold somehow, enough to see his puffing breath; Nam’s chest extracted and retracted as he sucked for air. Finally, a moment where he could take full, deep breaths; he was now conscious of the sweat dripping down his burned body, and squint his eyes at the stinging pain. Geurin on the other hand seemed to have completely recovered if you could ignore the blackened arm –but it was hard to count with that powerful energy buzzing over it like a coat.

His eyes were still red; his ears were still sharp like a goblin; his power still inspired fear as he consciously stopped his body from cringing and trembling, but that was partly because of the burning sensation all over his body –even the breeze was slightly painful to bear. But teeth had returned inside his mouth and the self-inflicted injuries on his lips were healed. It was all thanks to the senzu bean, and if there was any doubt about his current state of mind despite the spectacle he had just demonstrated, they were vanquished when he began to utter coherent words. Nam sighed. The berserker was gone, but he couldn’t decide whether that was good… or bad…

"I know you fear me Nam Reikonaga…” he said. Hearing this, Nam straightened up and raised his head to meet the namekian’s eyes as he spoke. He was right, Nam did fear him, it was hard to deny with everything that had just occurred… so he remained silent and didn’t say anything at all.

As Geurin continued his speech, Nam could feel what’s to come as he took the time to survey the area. Only his second time off-planet –third, and he still felt the chills when realizing he was far away from home. The red skies and the barren wasteland that stretched for the miles were a sound reminder, but it didn’t mean this couldn’t be Earth in a future. Death persisted everywhere, more than Nam knew himself; for there were conflicts –not only on Vegeta and Kold, but Namek as-well. Dust clouds rolled over the planes of Vegeta and gave it that western feel, but among all, the feel of impending doom…

“You and every living being who has been forced to fight at my own hand… that fear...it drives me.” He said. “I don't do this for the fame, or glory, or power. I am most content with the carnage you have seen today. I do this because that fear is what invigorates me. It brings me to a level of Ecstasy that cannot be described with words… -and with this monumental victory,” Nam squints and gasped. This time it was Geurin who was declaring victory, and Nam began to believe him. “I have been given another full helping of what I desire most. Nam, you especially, have fed my desires."

The saiyan clenched his hands after hearing this. It was as if his life was Geurin’s favorite sitcom he’d watch when he had nothing better to do with his own. He snarled, but what was more frustrating and surprising were the next things he stated:

"Every night that you cried over your failures, I was there watching. Every training session where you doubted yourself, I was there. Every time that you cursed my name and swore revenge, I was there. And now it comes together.” He said. “Killing you will complete a part of me that has been locked away for some time. Nam, you will be the first kill that I earn that matched me in battle. You are the prey that I worked for, and stalked for years. Complete our story Nam. Tell the universe that good triumphs over evil, and I will make the blood spill from your neck faster than the words can escape."

Silence befell upon them once again as the wind blew; Nam breathed slowly and soundless. He always felt like he was being watched and today he learned it wasn’t paranoia; at least, that, he knew. It seemed he was always the first to match someone in strength, for those were the same words Touketsuki Yakedo said to Nam during their encounter. And certainly, Meishi –although he never said it, watching him destroy Central City virtually uncontested made him think that he was also the first to match the majin’s might.

Zach was always a step further than Nam. Every time he seemed to rise in power, the blond man proved that he had just caught up to the blond man –yet, he never seemed to be there when it mattered. –And when he was, he destroys a city and massacres their people. His lips quivered, he was cold and weakened. Geurin had revealed his twisted feelings so it only felt right to return the favor. Everyone wished to know how their opponent felt for some reason, especially at the climax when one of them were about to die.

“You’re in the wrong book,” he uttered. Nam reviewed his life as he said this, “…I can’t tell you good triumphs over evil because I don’t believe in those words…” he said. He fought Meishi, and the city was destroyed. Nobody won. He fought that Giran, and that boy died. Nobody won. He fought Touketsuki Yakedo. Mt. Paozu was destroyed. He didn’t win. He foolishly launched himself at Zach’s attack, but Saru was destroyed anyway. Now he stood before Geurin, and yet again, he was losing…

Nam clenched his fists and delayed his eyes towards the ground below. He could no longer bear looking at the namekian and tried to hide his misty eyes from shame. His entire life was about failure. He wasn’t the underdog; he was the downtrodden, losing at everything he tried whether it was school, sports, girls, fighting or life. He grits his teeth and swallows a blot of saliva before continuing.

“Just as you said, my whole life has been about failure –one after the other!” he yelled. He then remembered he missed out one of his failures, and perhaps the most important one. That saiyan, not his father, but the man who murdered his mother that fateful day; at last, he couldn’t hold the tears any longer as they silently came streaming down his face like razor blades. The first man he cursed was a nameless saiyan and even then he… “Couldn’t defeat him…” he murmured.

Geurin probably wouldn’t have been able to decipher with all accuracy at what Nam was saying, for his thoughts were scattered, but those words could fit in any context. Couldn’t defeat Meishi. Couldn’t defeat Zach, Couldn’t defeat Touketsuki. And couldn’t defeat… “You…”

He exhaled, his breath ragged slowly and shivered. At this point it was pointless to keep fighting. Tenshu’s teachings were wasted on him. Zach was right; he should have focused on humans and not worthless half-saiyans that didn’t belong anywhere. Maybe he should just surrender and embrace defeat; his battered body probably couldn’t keep up anyway. He shuddered and looked to the red sky. Only if he could die in his mother’s land; where the skies were blue and everything seemed nicer even though they were grim, a place where even death wasn’t such a bad idea.

Instead, he was in a forsaken land that did not belong to him. It seemed he was dead whether he left Earth or not, but it was as he thought this very idea that he reminded himself why he came in the first place despite Geurin’s warning.

“Regardless…” he started, still looking towards the sky. “Even if life has taken me down every step of the way, even if I can’t defeat you, I could never turn my back on someone in need. That is why I fight.” He said. The moment Geurin told Nam not to go to Vegeta it was like he was pleading for him to do it. “You can take away everything I have and beat me down until I cry, but I will never seek mercy and I will never falter until that last breath…”

All this time, Nam had faced off countless encounters with stronger enemies which kept getting stronger every time they faced, none was ever weaker than the last. Nam wasn’t supposed to live, apparently. Everything kept pointing towards death whether it was Geurin or his own self-destructive and suicidal mind. It was a reality he had come to realize through time. The way he fought, the way he lunged himself at Zach’s attack; it was as if he was trying to purposely kill himself and use the ‘hero act’ as an excuse.

He immediately remembered those words Tenshu had uttered in their last meeting on the Lookout with the KGSF members present: “You and I… we are kindred spirits Nam Reikonaga, though you may never truly realize it. Both of us have defied fate, and struggle for our place atop a universe which sees in itself no room for our existence.”

“Never surrender to fate’s grasp super saiyan, inevitability is lie.”

Nam’s eyes widen, reaching an epiphany in the slightest of moments. Something seemed to click in his mind. Just as he had lost in every battle he was faced with, he had also survived. There was a word that describes this, but he seemed to get stronger every time. His struggles made him stronger, and deep inside, the only thing that kept him from death all those many times was the hope of a better life and perhaps returning to how things used to be. Hope for a better future…

Suddenly, his aura flared back up; something which would have probably surprised Geurin. Nam seemed so defeated as he floated there, but now the tears evaporated from his face and powerful winds swirled around his golden body. He winced. The strain of his injuries and that burning sensation all over his body would take some time to heal. There’s something more… he thought… there has to be…

All the hints were given to him, he just needed the right motivation to realize there was something further –and perhaps, there would always be…

“When the universe cuts you loose and seeks to discard you from existence…”

Nam’s power level seemed to have been fading with every second, but now it sudden went on an uproar and rushed higher. His body grew tense and it was excruciatingly painful, but as always, he let out a grunt and bit his tongue. His entire life he had met pain in every way possible, so perhaps he could wait just a little bit longer and hold just a little more. He closed his eyes, and if the namekian let him, this could very well be the most interesting thing his eyes had ever witnessed. Surely he would. Geurin wanted to have his little story completed, so Nam would give it the best ending of endings.

“There…” he said, straining his voice over the roaring golden aura which began to burn his own skin even more. He gasped and tears were evaporated before they could reach the end of his cheeks. His hair locks flaunted vigorously and his power seemed to have reached its limit for a moment. He was at his utter max capacity but he struggled to push on further, trying to break through that wall with everything he had. The clouds above them seemed to accelerate. Energy pulsated from his veins and projected outward in an all-encompassing form, like shockwaves.

“has…” his muscles got thicker. They billowed and veins popped up from his skin. His body was bursting at the seams and then they seemed to thin back down only to inflate once again. It was an internal struggle and his energy kept consistently powered to its peak without faltering. “…to be…” he uttered in pain. Nam bent over and brought his knees to his chest. “There has to be more…” his body flickered frantically and blood dripped down his nose as the saiyan once again tried to defy fate the way Tenshu intended.

“...more than this!...” he exclaimed. The wall cracked. He extended straight forward as a burst of energy boomed from his body with a thunderous growl and shook the planet itself. His energy didn’t just break through the wall; it strived and continued growing far past his limits and rose alarmingly fast to an intensity which closely rivaled Geurin’s own power. His body was bulky nad muscles bulging. Nam’s locks of hair weren’t all that different from his previous form, but they looked at lot sharper and aggressive. “HYAAAAAAAGH!!!~” he yelled as he finally remembered the last words which completed his mentor’s sentence.

“You are at least… free to transcend its boundaries.” ~Kami Tenshu (Virion)

(Attempting to reach USSJ)

[Geurin]

(Approved)It was truly impossible. No matter how beaten down the kid seemed, his resilience always seemed to boil back to the surface. Even with his body burned and aching, and his energy begining to run low, the Saiyan mustered out what appeared to be another physical transformation. His muscles were huge, and it appeared as though Nam had grown nearly a foot. Perhaps that was the expansion of his physical abilities, but the fact was that Nam was now at a competetive edge with Geurin, a real one, and he could feel it. The energy was unbelievable, and with Geurin resting at 3.3 million it made them dead even.

Impossible...

The Namekian thought, his nose curling in frustration at the thought of losing even after being so very close to victory. No, he couldn't. Not this time. Geurin was after all back to peak condition physically, and his energy had not yet maxed out leaving him with only one issue, and that was the behemoth in front of him.

"Not this time Nam, not this time!"

He yelled, raising his right hand to face the creature that was staring him down. The first of the three Bikkuri rings fired forward with the same bright intensity it had boasted earlier. A direct hit may have killed Nam before the transformation, but something led Geurin to believe that now his new form would be more durable, and if that was the case, even a direct hit wouldnt finish him so smoothly. Unless the change was all bluster, it was reasonable to assume that his stamina had increased.

After firing the shot Geurin would push further into the air, flying upwards to create distance between his new opponent. He needed to test what Nam was capable of before wasting the rest of his Bikkuri rings, they were to valuable to squander away on false hope.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Before Geurin stood a saiyan with incredible power, regardless, it wasn’t Nam. His pupils were gone and left nothing but the whites in his eyes. Power cackles and sparked around his body with bare chest and barely any leg clothing. What was left fluttered wildly; even as the namekian launched the first Bikkuri ring the behemoth remained in place and the attack connected with his raging pecks. The saiyan had a constant grimace and didn’t say a single word. The smoke lifted and revealed his untarnished state; or rather, he was like Geurin, mindless and incapable of feeling pain.

There was something wrong with this saiyan though. Any other would have moved by now and attacked the namekian in a raging uproar in the same fashion Geurin did. But this one remained idle and motionless with that same expression on his face, like he was about to kill someone. Steam rose from his body.

"Nam, power is not as simple as a math equation, there are no absolutes, some are capable of controlling themselves and using their power for good, and yet others....are consumed by it... Nam, I am not proud of my past, no matter how strong I become I must never again fuse with Geurin, for if we do I know it will only lead to further corruption. Nam, you are a truly gifted young man, but even you are susceptible to corruption of power, everyone is. Once the temptation becomes too great, there are few who can reserve themselves, and your race leads you to more aggressive behavior. Consider this, I am supposedly the most loving creature on the planet, and even I can be corrupted by power."

He was right. It felt so… exhilarating! Like he could do anything he wanted. The power was great and tempting, so much that the saiyan lost control over his own body and became the very thing Geurin was. Nam barely felt the desire to even try and stop it. His emotions which were locked up for as long as he could remember began to rise; all the pain people have inflicted on him and they never stopped. Everyone who trampled over him and oppressed him, now he could take revenge on them all!

"Nam, be careful, even the best of us can be swayed."

NO! he thought. NOT ME! he screamed within the depths of his mind. Within that darkness he could see an Oozaru. Free me! He’d call. But a small light within suddenly grew and overcame it all. Nam’s teal eyes returned and at last he could see the world through his own eyes in this new transformation.

Nam clenched his hands in front of him as he observed his new form. I did it! he thought with excitement. He had once again reached higher power and surpassed his limit in the nick of time. Nam felt great and invigorated despite his injuries for he could no longer feel that burning sensation. His golden aura grew thicker and buzzed with new found life. A smirk crept up his face as he realized he was truly in a competitive state. Perhaps, the only reason he did so well against Geurin before was because he had become a mindless beast incapable of dodging his attacks, but now they were true equals and he felt as if a senzu bean had been forced upon him.

He glanced towards Geurin. Nam was dying to see his face and it only made him grin wider –though he attempted to restrain it as best he could. That curled up nose and that glare was priceless.

Every fighter would one day reach a point where they become indecisive and choose between good or evil. This was Nam’s day and he relished at the fact that he could overcome this moment with flying colors. He grinned. “What’s wrong… Geurin?”

The saiyan ascended to the sky towards the namekian. “Here we are with the same power and only one of us lost their head…” he teased. He deserved it. Geurin deserved to feel how he made Nam feel countless times. How he made the saiyan feel worthless and hopeless… ashamed…

“Now it’s your turn!” he called out, rushing forward in a hulking mass with the intent of ramming that first thrust into Geurin’s face. Nam instantly recognized the flaw in his transformation. He had sacrificed speed for power, but he masked the weaknesses with his plethora of speed techniques. Hopefully, it would take some time before Geurin notices; he would be too preoccupied swallowing down Nam’s insult as he thought of a way to counter both his words and actions.

Nam zanzokened in front of Geurin and with his high-speed movement, he boosts the speed of his attack. Short bursts of energy were all they were, one on the soles of his feet to propel him forward and then another at the end of his arching elbows to speed and boost the impact of his thrust.

[Geurin]

"Now its your turn"

The nerve! Simply taking the Bikkuri blast head on probably wasn't the smartest thing Nam could have done, but it certainly set Geurin off. As he flew into the air, the speed that Nam exhibited was notably slower. His Zanzoken flickered for moments longer before bringing him forward to Geurin. He was easier to track, much like a battle tank his movements were lazy in comparison to what they had been before, however his exterior and firepower were something that needed to be kept in check.

"Come then Nam, finish me if you think you can!"

It was daunting, it was as though the boy could no longer feel his red pulsating skin, or the damage from the Bikkuri blast to the chest. All in all the tables had turned in that now Nam was the one ignoring the pain through pure adrenaline. He wondered how long the saiyan could simply ignore his injuries before they began to much, and such a question was worth a test.

Using instantaneous movement, Geurin would re establish himself directly behind the creature, whom had been trying to surprise him all along, and as quickly as he could muster, would jab his fist into the middle of Nam's back. It was his right arm, so the cutting Bikkuri rings would increase the damage given, the question was, how much damage could Nam sustain without feeling injured, or would Geurin have to defeat him purely with fatal wounds.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam gasped as his punch missed by a hair. The namekian disappeared in a flash; a technique of which Nam had yet to learn. He had asked Toshio to teach it to him before leaving for Vegeta, but he had refused saying he didn’t need it. Nam instantly glanced over his shoulder upon feeling Geurin’s power level suddenly spawn from behind. He zanzokened once more to avoid getting attacked from behind and in turn repeated his attack by attempting to strike the namekian’s back with his hulking fists.

If the attack connected Nam would most certainly continue the assault and perform a series of combos by taking advantage of the paralyzed namekian. His golden aura flared and in this very moment there was nothing Nam could see other than the man standing before him. He’d be lying if he said he couldn’t feel anything anymore, but his resistance had grown so much it didn’t seem like such a far ‘fetched remark. His tan skin was blotched with red and black marks, his chest sustained the blast of his Bikurri, something he would have evaded if he were in the condition to do so at the time.

Like Geurin, Nam wondered for how long he could keep ignoring his injuries –cause unlike the namekian he was actually conscious of them in this state and constantly worried. He felt there was a big clock over his head which slowly counted down to the point of no return where his body would cease functioning and collapse all-together. As he fought, the more he learned about his new form. He learned how it was slower than he is accustomed to –something he found really disheartening, and how the transformation seemed unstable in the sense he didn’t know for how long he could maintain the form.

Regardless, this was better than what he was a few moments ago. Without a senzu bean to heal his wounds, ignoring them were his best strategy since he’d die either way. At least, this way, he had a slight chance of victory; and he had a feeling that Geurin felt it too.

[Geurin]

Somehow the behemoth saiyan had evaded the swift return that Geurin promptly provided, but this would not stop his assault. His body whipped to the right following the uppercut he had attempted earlier, and with his left hand caught Nam's first first. The two colliding with a visible release of power. Geurin would proceed to catch Nam's other hand with his own, and the two would be caught in a physical tussle.
Sparks flew off of both warriors as Geurin's deep black eyes pierced through Nam's with dark red pupils. This was at first a figure of speech, however the beams formed and fired as Geurin spoke.

"Super Saiyan!"

He yelled as the two eye beams left his pupils and aimed for the saiyan's chest. His head could to easily move left or right, while his body was caught in a tussle with Geurin, one that that was truly an arm wrestle to the death. The pink muscles on the slug pulsed as they grew, Geurin applying as much power as he could bring himself to, which capped at about 3.4 million.

The two really were evenly matched, with the exception of Nam's loss of agility, but that was not enough to decide the fight. There had to be more to their combat than that. Already they had pushed each other beyond the limitations either thought possible. But only one could come out of this fight alive. If Nam showed even the slightest bit of sympathy or doubt, Geurin would capitalize on it and destroy him.

[Nam Reikonaga]

The saiyan snarled at the namekian as both of his fists were caught in a power struggle. Energy sparks flickered around them as their aura battled it off. All the while, Nam was constantly pondering how he would outsmart Geurin. Evidently, he had already noticed the big drawback in his transformation. Speed; the saiyan had become so painfully slow he missed twice. So slow, Geurin had time to turn around on the spot and grab both of his fists in the air while they were already aiming towards his back.

More so, Geurin’s first attack would have hit if Nam were to have acted any later. He squint his eyes and grunt as the eye beams struck his already injured chest. He could start to feel the sharp stinging feeling –if it weren’t for his muscle mass, the beam would have probably pierced right through his body, but that was the advantage of losing speed –in turn, he attained for resilience and strength; hopefully, more than the namekian.

That was why, despite the stinging eye beams, Nam opened his palms to grip and held onto Geurin hands and would not let him escape their grapple. The namekian was now stuck in their power struggle and Nam’s weakness was virtually meaningless when neither of them could effectively evade or block each other’s attacks. He grinned, anxiously.

“Namekian!” he replied with the intent of mockery. What was he trying to say by naming Nam’s race; he was a saiyan and the other a green slug, so what?

Both super powers were pressing against each other and attempting to push the other away. Nam took advantage of this and instead embraced it, pulling onto both of the namekian’s hands and tricking him onto stumbling closer. Nam raised one of his knees to the other’s stomach and then thrust for a second, a third, and so forth.

[Geurin]

Patronizing little ass!

Geurin thought to himself as he responded with his enemies race. Even amisdt their fight to the death he was still coming up with witty retorts to combat Geurin verbally. It was time to just this one up for good, and Nam presented the opportunity. Locking fingers with the Namek, they were now trapped between each other, and this gave Geurin a splendid idea.

The energy began to well in his chest just as it had before, but this time he was not a snarling idiot. It would come out as a beam, and a point blank one at that. As he prepared the blast Nam promptly took advantage of their close quarters and brought his knee into Geurin's mid section. Flexing as best he could Geurin would take the first, then the second. His Demonic wave preparing for launch all the while. The third hit finally broke Geurin's composure and the fourth set off the beam, Geurin opening wide, and with the blast of green Ki would fire at Nam, holding onto his hands equally tight to hopefully ensure the blasts effectiveness.

"FUCK YOU"

Was almost audible through the blast, although it mostly came out as a roar due to the intensity of the blast before him. Of course if it hit, their grips would become non existance due to the intensity of the blast, so how Nam would react would no doubt shape the remainder of their fight.

[Nam Reikonaga]

“Argh!” he exclaimed.

He was so focused on actually landing some blows on the namekian he hadn’t noticed the charging blast in his bowels before it was too late. But he probably wouldn’t have been able to evade it anyway. As the blast hit him, he attempted to maintain his grip on Geurin’s hand so he could possibly drag the namekian along with his fleeting body, but the intensity of the close range blast was too much and his fingers slipped through.

Smoke steamed off his body. If it weren’t for his transformation he wouldn’t be able to keep fighting, and every hit he took made him worry for Geurin seemed virtually unscathed. He snarled and curls his nose in disdain and a bit of worry. If he doesn’t do something quick, he would die…

His body was so heavy compared to his previous transformation, but he needed the hulking mass so he could perhaps continue fighting a little longer for a miracle to occur. Nam clenched his fists, his best bet would be long distance attacks until he could manage to grab onto Geurin; therefore, he commenced his assault with transparent eye beams flashing through his eyes, Shogekiha. It was a technique which was almost undetectable. The only signs were the flashing red eyes and the sudden spark of energy, but the only way Geurin would realize what he was doing in time to dodge an invisible blast was if he already encountered one before –or so, was the saiyan’s logic.

The beams were as fast as lightning, and instead of piercing through targets, it holds a strong sting. Nam felt he was losing heavily and he needed to find a way to change the tide of battle desperately. Immediately after the twin eye beams, the saiyan rose to the sky and aligned with the sun. He trusted that Geurin would follow him with the eyes, only able to see the silhouette as the hulking saiyan performed a technique which he hadn’t used in battle until now.

He crouched, legs apart, and facing his target the saiyan put his hands over his closing eyes and yelled, “Taiyo-ken!” if Geurin were following with his eyes, which was a very good possibility, then he would find himself blinded by a powerful, stinging and overwhelming light.

[Geurin]

Two direct hits to the saiyan's chest. This was something not to be taken for granted as the two parted ways, Geurin immediately beggining his next attack. Its charge would start rather quickly, both hands clasping together in an ancient sign of the Bikkuri, sending the two Rings that remained on his right arm into the sky, and into one of the rain clouds that had already gathered. Using nature to his advantage was just one of the many talents of the Bikkuri, but the rings served as more than that. Rather than sitting there for a few minutes in order to charge a larger attack, the two rings had begun the charge for what he believed would be his finisher. Of course Geurin would need to continue holding his position in order to continue charging the attack, something that Nam would make increasingly difficult.

Before Geurin would even feel the attack, the cloth from his battle tunic would be torn, and blood and the skin would tense around his chest. Nam's beams had in fact gone undetected, and with Geurin unable to defend himself with Ki, he would simply have to take the attack. Because it was so quick, and undetectable the fear that he would be pierced through the heart was present, but it was more like a pinch than anything lest. Picking at the muscles, as if he had inadvertantly touched a hot stove, or rather the equivelant for his massive power level.

Regardless the attacks landed, and Geurin winced and growling at each hit.

"Grah!"

He grunted loudly as another ripped at his leg. But he held strong, charging his attack, Nam would never escape, Geurin would be sure of it...of course what happened next was not as planned by the Namekian, he heard the words, and saw the action, but having never faced such an attack, was left utterly defensless as the flash attacked his eyes and left his brain sizzling.

"Son of a..."

He yelled, tucking his face into his shoulder. Had acid just been sprayed down the front of his face? What had just happened. The brightness of the flash had caused a burning sensation in his eyes so intense that he in fact thought that his face was on fire. In addition his head was now pounding, begging for relief.

Whatever Nam had just done, it was devilish work, Geurin Flared up his energy, preparing for what Nam had next, this blinding attack had to have a follow up, and to be taken out so easily would be humiliating. It was clear he would have to beat Nam with his eyes closed.

A taught that he may have previously used in combat before...

[Zach]

{Since I can’t find just the music, listen from ~0:11 to ~0:44, annoying wolvereen interuptions not withstanding.}



Arcing up over the smoldering crater, Zach’s crimson aura flared up as he entered into his first transformed state and proceeded to cross the expanse of burned land that was once a city. His transit was quick as granted by the enhanced speed provided by his elevation in power. The flash that had attracted his attention has occurred moments ago but given the disturbed atmosphere Zach could tell the battle was still raging even if he himself could not sense the energy being utilized. The hulking space ship that had shortly before buzzed the area was now out of sight, having climbed back up into the cloud cover. Zach could still faintly hear the droning of it’s engines as it climbed higher into the sky. The blonde himself flew high, just under the cloud ceiling as he approached for the purpose of getting the best view.

His approach to the battle continued over another few moments as Zach skimmed just under the cloud cover and soon, into his view, came the two combating bodies. One was easily recognized as Gurin’s, the green head and dark clothing gave him away. The other appeared to be glowing yellow, shirtless and heavily muscled. At first Zach didn’t recognize the Namekian’s opponent, Zach had not seen Nam in years and the young man’s build and hair were now quite different. As he approached though, the young man’s baring seemed familiar. Grinning at the recognition at last, Zach arced down, reoriented himself into a feet first approach and slowed to come to a hover about twenty feet away from the pair. His arms crossed over his chest, the blonde held his position and called out to gain Nam’s attention.

“Well well, looks like you finally went home.” Zach stated to Nam and then glanced to Gurin, noting he wasn’t in the best of shape. “He isn’t giving you too much trouble is he?” the blonde went on to ask the Namekian.

[Nam Reikonaga]

The technique was successful. Nam grinned, for this was the first real fight in which he had attempted the Taiyoken. Regardless, he knew Geurin wasn’t going to be an easy target even without his eyes; therefore, Nam extended his arms and prepared to send out a blast which would then expand and engulf the namekian. Geurin wouldn’t feel anything at all, maybe wind passing through him as he was suddenly trapped within a shocking barrier. The Hankokubikkurisho, another technique he hadn’t quite tested in real full-fledged battle.

Geurin would be trapped within a translucent yellow sphere which shocks upon contact. Although, it wouldn’t be hard for the namekian to break through with minimum force since Nam wouldn’t be sustaining it. Instead, it would become an obstacle for the blinded namekian. As Geurin tries to evade the saiyan’s attack, he’d inadvertently run into the barrier and get shocked by it, deactivating it and leaving him wide open for the assault. It seemed like a flawless plan, now he just needed to see it through, except…

“Well well,” the saiyan gasped towards the familiar and unexpected voice. His attack is halted and he gazes at the blond man. Zach! he thought and grimaced. Why did he have to appear now? It seemed he was so focused on trying to deal significant and meaningful damage to the namekian that didn’t consist of a few simple knees thrusts to the midsection. His body was on a time limit while Geurin’s was fresh out of the oven and barely scratched.

“Looks like you finally went home.”

He was silent…

“He isn’t giving you too much trouble is he?” the blonde went on to ask the Namekian, whom by now was probably recovering from Nam’s masterful blinding technique, something he failed to seize. An opportunity like that would probably never return…

“What about you?” he retorted. “I thought you said you wouldn’t leave the planet to fight some ‘proxy war’” he reiterated. Those were the exact words Zach had whispered towards Nam in their encounter five years ago. They were fighting in Geurin’s little tournament and Nam was masked as a Hooded Warrior whose identity was then revealed to the public. “You’re no different from saiyans…”

[Geurin]

"Wrong again!"

Geurin yelled through the electric barrier that had just been placed around him. His eyesight was returning, at least enough to see the Ki cackling around him. His hands still fully in position and charging the destructive attack that had not yet been noticed, mostly due to the clouds masking it as a simple thunder storm.

His antenna began to spark as the Dedou charged in between his eyes. Yet another talent of the Bikkuri magic, and one of the few techniques that Geurin had never been given the opportunity to show Nam during there fight. This was the attack that had torched the nervous system of the three eyed virion pet back on Earth. Now it would be used to get him out of the barrier rather than harm a victim. The electric Ki shot from his antenna and struck the barrier, which disappeared instantly. Geurin was a little surprised at how easy it was to break through the barrier, and so used the remainder of the charge to send up with the other Bikkuri energy, which was now creating green lightning around the dark clouds.

Geurin's eyes site was finally back, and with a few quick blinks he found a toothy smile returned to his face. Zach was here, and although Geurin intended to finish Nam on his own, having the blond here would only add to the drama that was stewing over the area.

"Zach is nothing like the saiyan's....Zach is alive"

The little jab was his way of returning the favor for Nam's clever come backs earlier. The Namek still couldnt move out of place, but his muscles continued to bulge, his PL rising.

"Zach, Nam and I were just finishing up, I hope you would do me the pleasure of allowing me to finish this uninterrupted!"

Nam was right, because of the cheap bean that had been popped earlier, all of the damage from their first round had been nearly negated from Geurin, and because of Nam's intensified endurance, he was able to take a much greater hit. The two really were fighting neck and neck. Whatever Nam had planned was certainly not going to happen now, Zach had ensured that. Simply by arriving the human had served a massive purpose in the fight, giving Geurin the opportunity to charge his attack even further.

If Zach chose to ignore Geurin and fight anyway there was little Geurin could, or would do to stop him. Their previous history led for a far more interesting drama than the fight between Geurin and Nam. A one on one fight did behoove both fighters, and Geurin would try and claim the final kill.

CRACK

Green lightning shot from the clouds above them, striking the ground below and causing a sizeable earthquake, sending the body of the young Tsuken flying. This would be to the boy's advantage, as although he seemed it, he was not yet dead, and being in the immediate area when the attack transpired would probably kill him.

If Nam had not guessed it by now, the clouds were only partly made from mother nature herself. Most of it was a booming titanic of an attack. Geurin called it the Solar Kikkou Strike. Nam had seen this in a different manner back on earth, as while Geurin fought Maruca, he used an uncharged Kikkou rain to strike here with a barrage of needle like Ki blasts. She had survived due to her shielding, and Geurin's weakened abilities. Nam would not be so lucky.

The Strike was different from the rain, as it would strike fast and hard, like a pillar of light from God, no doubt destroying anything in its path. Of course Nam had no way of knowing that, and so the lightning continued to build in power and ferocity.