Chaos vs Order [Masu vs Kaz]

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Nothing could have stood in between the two Majins at that moment. The tension in the air was so thick that someone could cut it with a knife. In the next few moments the battle between two beings who had the potential to drastically effect the Universe was about to begin. One stood as chaos incarnate while the other stood as an unlikely representative of justice. Two forces that had been battling since the beginning of time were once again about to clash. These two warriors were far from the most powerful on the planet but neither was willing to yield.

Kazama tumbled on the ground shortly before he popped back onto his feet. The deep red Majin slid across the ground a few feet while his charcoal counterpart continued to slide for a few more feet. He popped up to his feet and at first Kazama’s opponent appeared to be incased in pure rage.

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

Kazama did not care if the Majin was trying to find a spot for them to fight because Kazama was ready to fight. He was going to be unrelenting and merciless. Soon the rage disappeared from the charcoaled fighter and instead it was replaced with a look of fascination. Kazama’s rage had subsided once the woman had appeared to him. Leading up to that moment however Kazama’s emotions had been all over the place due to Zach’s appearance and then the blood haze that he had experienced from the presence of another Majin. But now with his mind cleared and his resolve hardened Kazama was ready to fight to the death.

“I will live up to the potential that you saw in me. I will fulfill that promise to you today.” Kazama whispered under his breath.

Kazama’s power surged around his body and then with a slide of his feet he dropped into a fighting stance. With a stoic face Kazama launched himself forward at his charcoaled counterpart. He was not going to mince words until he told Kazama his name until then the assault would not stop. Once within striking range Kazama would throw a leg sweep with his left leg then using his momentum he would follow up with a strong kick to either his head or his chest depending on how the Majin reacted to the initial attack.

The battle had begun. Only one was going to leave today.

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The black majin known as Masu watched as the red majin muttered something under it’s breath once more Masu was starting to become very annoyed with the majin and his very hush hush words. However, the words didn’t last long and his mouth formed into a grin when he watched the other majin’s power surge around him before charge toward him. For those first few seconds, the black majin didn’t move and at the last second, he did. He jumped up, and folded his legs inward to avoid the leg sweep, however the next leg attack caught him in the head, smooshing his head inward and sending him flying across the battlefield.

Masu managed to catch himself mid-flight and skid across the dirt ground, picking up dust as he slid. His head then plopped back into shape as he looked to rebound with his own attacks against his ‘brother’ majin. The black majin quickly let loose two small red colored energy balls, aiming them in the general direction of the red majin. While the balls were still in flight, Masu would almost immediately charge after them and whether or not that hit the red majin, Masu would be upon the red counterpart throwing various punches ranged from the majin’s stomach area to the majin’s head. Masu was going to be aggressive, just like he was in nearly all his fights.

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The charcoaled Majin’s arrogance was one of his biggest weaknesses it appeared. Even though he had avoided the leg sweep he did not avoid the second part of Kazama’s attack as his leg smashed into his head. The Majin flew across the field of battle before skidding on the ground while he tried to slow himself down. The way the Majin moved reminded him of Kazama’s own fighting technique before he had trained under Heiwa. After that time he had formed more of a counter style that he could use relatively easy alongside his aggressive side. It was just strange to see his own fighting style used against him.

“So that is what I am like…” Kazama mumbled to himself again as he landed on his feet and turned towards his opponent.

The charcoaled Majin thundered right back at Kazama with impressive speed. Speed which Kazama had underestimated in his opponent. At that point it dawned on him that perhaps arrogance was a trait that was naturally carried in Majins. He made a mental note to try and overcome his after the fight. Two ki blast flew right at Kazama’s body which he quickly dispatched with two swats of his arm. Kazama however was not fast enough to counter the vicious physical onslaught that ensued next. His opponent landed blow after blow on him which caused him to be lifted off the ground and pushed through the air slightly. The punches ranged from his stomach to his face which left dents in his body after every strike.

After a short bit of absorbing the volley of attacks Kazama was able to catch up to the speed of the attack and began throwing blocks that stopped ninety percent of the incoming attacks. His forearms lit up in pain as he blocked each strike. The two Majins were almost on the exact same power level something that Kazama rarely had any experience with. So to block these strikes was once again something that was foreign to the Majin. Eventually he began to throw counter punches back at the charcoaled Majin which ranged from punches to the face to knees and kicks to the lower body. Finally Kazama managed to catch the charcoaled Majin out of position just long enough to generate a ball of ki in his right hand. He launched the attack point blank at his opponents chest.

“Now will you tell me your name?!” Kazama roared as he launched the attack.

If the Majin was hit by the attack and flung backwards Kazama would then quickly use his telekinesis to rip the Majin back at him at which point Kazama would perform a pin wheel kick to the stomach that would drive him into the ground with a vicious amount of force.

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The black majin watched as his ki blasts were battered away, however the red majin wasn’t fast enough to stop the onslaught of punches that were soon to come. Masu’s fists slammed into the putty body of the majin and would continue to do so, creating dent after dent after dent. Masu knew however, that dents meant nothing to a majin. They did not tire like the other races, they were much more resilient. Masu knew the end of this battle would result in either some very big booms, or one of them succumbing to being absorbed.

Masu watched as the red majin managed to finally grasp hold of the attacking Masu, and manage to block the majority of the strikes now, even managing to provide his very own counters, for which Masu managed to block all but a few, small dents occurring in his leg areas and stomach region. Masu was then caught slightly off guard with a move and that provided the red majin with an opportunity to perform an energy blast. As the energy blast was launched, he picked up the yell of the red majin, once again asking for his name.

The blast slammed into the chest of the tar majin, blasting fully through his gummy body and off into the distance to explode. It left a gaping hole, however it was quickly regenerated and as quick as the whole was made, it was gone. The result of the blow didn’t push the black majin back to far, however he felt his body being pulled back slower toward the red majin. Masu grunted at the majin’s ability, knowing full well that it was the red majin who was doing the pulling via telekinesis.

When the black majin was pulled in, he was ready to defend as the pinwheel kick landed against the defending arms of Masu, the force of the kick was impressive and did push him down a bit, however he would remain, for the most part, in the exact same position. Now it was his turn to go on the offensive again.

Masu released his blocking arms and preceded to place them on the close chest of the red majin, Masu grinned devilishly as ki started to surround the hands of the black majin, at this close range, the incoming blast would be quite powerful. It was a move he had ‘gotten’ from someone a long time ago, of course it was called Beautiful Disaster and what a disaster it would cause. Merely seconds after his hands began to glow, Masu released the energy from his palms, hopefully obliterating the chest area of the majin and providing some distance from the force of the ki as well.

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Kazama had gotten cocky and left himself open to attack. The result of which cost him dearly. The charcoaled Majin had taken the blast to the chest that would have normally sent a person flying but it only seemed to punch a hole in his chest that he quickly regenerated. Then as Kazama tried to follow up on his attack the tarred creature blocked it but at some cost as it ground across the terrain. Then came his mistake, he did not follow up fast enough.

Ki formed in the creature’s outstretched hand which was placed only inches away from Kazama’s chest. Kazama’s eyes met his opponent’s for just a brief moment. He was enjoying every moment of this and was certainly going to enjoy what happened next. The ki ignited and exploded in a massive wave. Kazama tried to move in time but only managed to pull out of the way slightly. The blast destroyed his entire right arm, and left a crescent hole halfway through his chest that ran from his neck down to his hip. The sheer force behind it was enough to carry his through the air a short distance.

Pain ran through his body from the attack. Normally, like any fight Kazama felt pain when he fought his opponents just from the physical contact but this was something else. While he had been destroyed by the Icer back on the ice ball that Sohko had dragged him to it still did not match the pain that throbbed throughout his body now, except for when he was ripped apart molecule by molecule. This pain was more of point of pride and it was as if he could feel the souls that had perished not minutes before by Zach’s attacks. Perhaps it was a byproduct of Heiwa’s training in an effort to try and connect to those around him. Or it may have been because he was fighting against another Majin. This was a new experience for him as the only comparable experience was when he fought against the purple Majin very briefly. In either case Kazama needed to get his head in the fight. Even after his resolve was hardened his mind remained busy at work with different thoughts.

Kazama caught himself mid air and rectified himself. Ki began to form in his only remaining arm at first in a ball but after a moment of spinning the ki flattened into a disk no bigger than a dinner plate. Then with a quick whip of his arm the disk flew from his hand. Not more than three feet in front of him the disk expanded to its full size and flew at intense speeds towards the Majin. Whether or not it did any real damage was suspect in Kazama’s mind but it was the only thing he could do at that moment as he arm finished regenerating.

Once it had Kazama flew upwards into the sky and looked down at the charcoaled Majin from a forty-five degree angle. Two balls of ki formed in both hands of the deep red Majin and with quick piston motion in both of his arms Kazama launched a volley of ki blasts that ranged somewhere in the multiple hundreds. Kazama’s one goal was to carpet bomb the area where his opponent had been standing. What would happen after the attack was yet to be seen but Kazama was ready for a counter attack.

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Masu watched as his gathered his energy and let it loose, ripping the other majin’s body apart leaving a crescent shape out of the red majin’s right side, and even managed to create distance between the two, which is exactly what the charcoal majin wanted to do. Instead of keeping the attack full on, the tar colored majin felt cocky enough to let the red majin recover and retaliate, feeling that the fight was still well in hand for the black majin.

As Masu’s eyes watched as the majin started to charge energy in it’s remaining arm before the regeneration was finished, the black majin grinned, slowly awaiting the attack from the other majin. As the red majin flattened the disk, Masu would watch, as the red majin would release it before even finishing regenerating, Masu continued to show his evil grin as the disk flew towards him, Masu waited until the last few seconds before the disk was upon him to seemingly easily dodge the dodge by turning his body to the right, letting the disk zoom past him and exploding into the background creating a decent sized crater and creating dust and rock debris.

When the dust quickly settled, the black majin was a little surprised to see many energy blasts heading toward him, the red majin had retaliated much quicker this time, quicker than the cocky black majin had anticipated as Masu brought up his arms to try to block and dodge the oncoming volley of ki blasts. Keeping his arms low enough to give his eyes some vision, the blocked, swatted away, and dodged most of the ki blasts, however there were too many to avoid them all. Several ki blasts slammed against his body creating dents, and even managing to cut his head tentacle off, the blast hitting squarely at the bottom of it as it landed and flopped onto the ground only to be incinerated by another ki blast.

When the volley was over and the dust was finished from the ki blasts hitting the ground behind him, it would reveal Masu’s tattered body with many holes and small cuts all over his body, including his missing tentacle. Masu gritted his teeth as he dropped his arms and his body started to regenerate the lost skin cells. Once his body had fully regenerated, including another tentacle forming above his head, he would look at the red majin with an angry look.

Masu would then quickly jolt out his arms forward, and hold his fingers spread apart, aiming them all at the other majin. Masu didn’t waste any time after aiming his fingers, as this next attack was small, yet very fast and extremely accurate. Red needles shot from each finger, 2 from each finger resulting in 20 very sharp and quick needles heading toward the body of the red majin. Where they landed did not concern the black tar majin for this was only as a distraction for his other attack.

Immediately after letting loose the needles, h quickly raised his right hand and arm into the air, and as the needles were still zooming through the air, Masu started to release many red energy blasts from his raised arm. They were small in size, about the size of a softball, but there were many that would continue to sprout from the majin’s raised hand. Yet, the best thing about them...they were all homing. So they too would speed toward the red majin, nearly all at different angles, and if the majin was try and dodge, they would not simply continue on, but turn back and continue to try and gain contact with the red majins body. This was Masu’s volley, however he knew his volley was much more defined. It was meant to destroy, and Masu hoped that this would destroy the red majin and prove the black majin the better, more fierce warrior.

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The ki needs sliced through the air definitively without so much as a second look at what they may cut through. Kazama had been ready to go on the counter attack this time. He had felt the momentum starting to shift away from him and needed to find some way to get it back. This battle was becoming too close to call and he knew that it was only going to take one mistake cost Kazama his life. Then back to Heiwa for some more training and perhaps in another two years he would be a viable fighter again.

His instincts told Kazama that this was a mere ploy in order to set up the next attack. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and absorbed the sharp needle attack that caused his to grit in pain as the ki tried to slice through his very being. As he looked down on the black majin he cursed under his breath as his opponent continued to heal from the immense volley of ki blasts that had come his way. If Kazama was going to win this fight he was going to need something that provided much more of a kick behind it or do something he would prefer not to which was absorb the creature. There was no telling what absorbing him would do to his psyche and he was not even sure if it was possible. At this point he was far from keen on trying it.

The black majin raised his right arm into the air and launch an immense volley of attacks that soared upwards for a brief moment before they arched downward toward Kazama. The first couple of blasts Kazama was able to batter away with his hand but quickly realized that that was not going to save him in this occasion. He took off away from the blasts as he tossed a couple of balls of ki back at the attack in an effort to eliminate some of the blasts. With a bright fiery explosion it did just that as several of the blasts were destroyed but many more followed through the cloud of smoke. Kazama cursed to himself as he sped off in the opposite direction with well over a dozen balls of ki on his tail. He tried at one point to suddenly launch himself skyward in order to get out of the attack at which point he realized that the attacks were going to follow him to the ends of the universe. He cursed to himself again as he started to soar into the upper parts of the atmosphere.

Once high enough Kazama quickly spun around and flew straight back at the oncoming attacks. He knew that he was only going to have one chance at this and his timing was going to need to be flawless. As the first blast approached him Kazama waited until the very last second to quickly spin out of the way. It missed him by a hair but thanks to the sudden change in direction the attack was not able to go off. Kazama repeated this step time and time again as he gracefully danced around the blasts as he plunged towards the planet’s surface. The red majin looked back upwards to his chagrin as he checked to see if any of the blasts had somehow lost his trail. None of them had chosen to make things easy for him. He glanced back down at the fast approaching surface and took a deep breath. At the last moment Kazama put an incredible amount of force and effort behind an almost ninety degree turn as he changed direction to fly towards his opponent. The Majin knew that he was not going to be able to do something like that again due to how much energy it consumed. To his delight though he heard three explosions behind him as several of the blasts slammed into the ground.

With the black Majin in his sights Kazama flew as fast as he could. He had one final graceful dodge and counter left in him but it was going to be sweet if he was able to perform it correctly. At the last second before slamming into the black majin again he would flip over his shoulders effectively putting him in the way of his own attack. If that was not enough to destroy him Kazama would also apply a black energy ankh that would explode while his opponent was trying to recover from his own attack.

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Masu watched as his sharp red ki needles pierced the blocked arms of the red majin, seemingly not doing major damage but none the less, causing him some slight discomfort. And then his main attacked commenced on the small red majin, many red energy balls chasing after the red majin. Masu smiled and laughed as the red majin flew around and tried to escape the many balls of energy, Masu was quite enjoying himself. But as the dodging and escape flight went on, Masu cocked his head hoping that his balls of energy would finally catch up and destroy the majin as he was getting bored.

As the Red majin flew straight up into the sky and then did a straight turn around dive, barely missing the incoming balls. Masu’s eyes would watch as the red majin started to come back at him, Masu threw up his arms to hopefully defend any such close encountered attack the red majin might be thinking of doing. However at the last minute, Masu’s eyes watched as the other majin shifted over and avoided him altogether, his own energy balls that were still in pursuit of the red majin were now in front of him.

Masu, arms still held up to block what he thought might be a quick melee attack from the red majin, now had his own energy spheres slam into his guard creating an explosion and a large area of smoke from the blasts. After several minuets the smoke cleared to show Masu...gone. A large amount of black goo did however litter the ground; the majin monster had been blown to pieces by his own attack. It would seem the red majin had won if anybody was watching the fight, but majins were special…special for this very reason.

The black bits of goo started to move and sift around before eventually starting to all come together in the air the black pieces slammed together to create a large wad of black good, before it eventually started to form into Masu, first starting with the feet and the boots he wore and eventually leading up to his face. His clothes also were still attained from the reformation. Yet when his face was refigured, it was in a menacing shape. His sharp white teeth showing as he grinded them together in a very angry expression, a black ‘vein’ sticking out of his forehead area. The black majin was angry, very angry. Smoke started to come out from the tiny holes that stood on top of his head, so much smoke that it started to cover the small area from which he floated in the air.

As the smoke covered around him, the red majin would surely loose any visibility he would have had of the black majin. But that wouldn’t last for long as a black streak zoomed out from the smoke, now having grown two extra arm limbs while hidden in the smoke. The black Majin would meet the red majin counterpart in the blink of an eye and would begin to render countless strikes toward the red majin’s body, using all four of his arms and even throwing in a few knee shots from his two knees. The placements of these punches were very versatile and ranged from the red majin’s entire body. Masu was being overly aggressive now, hoping to pummel the red majin into submission with his extra limbs hoping to help out in this barrage of melee attempts.

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Success. Kazama’s maneuver had proven to be much more effective than he could have hoped. Quickly flipping over the tar bubble gum man, Kazama avoided the homing ki blasts but also avoided any possible counter attack that may have been coming too. Kazama tapped the ground creating a small skid cloud, lifted into the air for a short bit and then skidded on the ground for about ten feet creating a small cloud beside either foot. The black Majin was consumed in a fiery explosion as all of his attacks slammed into his body, the deep red hero of order watched on with a hopeful eye that the fight was over. Kazama’s instincts though told him that there was no way this fight was over, the Majin race was much too resilient.

The black bits of what was left of the black Majin began to climb back towards a central point. From there slowly a new body began to appear in front of Kazama. The black Majin’s face was full of rage and absolute hate for Kazama as he bore his bright white fangs and a vein pulsated in his forehead. Kazama sank back into a fighting stance to prepare himself for his opponent’s counter attack. As he did so he could not help but let a sadistic smile cross his face. Kazama was having the most fun that he had had in a very long time. Fighting against Sohko, Zach or even Heiwa was nothing compared to this. To fight someone who had almost the exact same fighting style and was just as resilient as he was what he could only describe as exhilarating.

“Good…I thought you might have died,” Kazama mocked as he gestured to come at him. The black majin instead of charging forward, which would have been foolhardy anyways as his body had not fully regenerated yet, let smoke shoot out the top of his head out of no doubt frustration for failing to kill him by now. His reforming body was soon cloaked in the smoke making it impossible for Kazama to see him. Kazama knew that this Majin was relentless and would soon appear, thus he concluded that letting his guard down was to be a fool’s task.

Sure enough the black Majin appeared from the smoke in a newly reformed body with a noticeable change that Kazama did not know was possible to achieve. The Majin had sprouted an extra pair of arms to increase his total count to four. A normal bulrush attack was something that Kazama was prepared for but what was coming at him not as much. The onslaught soon commenced pushing Kazama into the air as he tried to block and dodge the attacks while at the same time getting in counters. However unlike before Kazama was nowhere as effective with his counters. The Majin’s fists slammed into Kazama’s face with incredible force, enough so that he was being pushed across the battlefield. Then as if that volley of attacks was not enough the black added knees every once and a while that landed to the red Majin’s gut. He was unable to block the majority of attacks which only increased the number that landed as time continued on. Kazama had fallen into a bad predictament; he could feel the momentum starting to shift away from him again. Then luckily Kazama was punched hard enough to be launched from the fray.

Kazama slid across the ground for ten yards from the attack. All over his body bruises, the closest thing for Majins, and scuff marks appeared. Kazama grimaced as he looked up to see that the tarred Majin was still on his full frontal attack. The deep red majin rolled onto his shoulder blades and then kipped back up to a standing position. He then braced himself for the next wave of attacks.

Kazama was able to dodge the first couple of punches before he attempt his own counter. The red majin reached out for the wrists of the black Majin’s arms, if he was able to grab a hold Kazama would use the Majin’s natural gumminess to wrap up his other two arms using the ones he already a hold of and then force him to his knees. At which point he would yell point blank into the opposing Majin’s face.

“Is this enough of a challenge for you?! Now tell me you worthless piece of tar…WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!” Kazama howled with little specks of spit flying towards his captive’s face. Kazama realized that this hold would not keep the Majin down for long but hopefully for long enough where he could get an answer.

[Geurin]

"Masu"

The words came so frivilously off the tongue from behind the grappeling Namekians. No doubt the two had felt the earth shaking and the winds blowing. Having left the original battle field it was possible they had not yet noticed that the planet was dying. Geurin was all to aware of the situation, and was not prepared to die for the sake of their pissing contest. While the other two clones took care of their business, this clone came to take Masu away before the planetary destruction, even if that meant cutting their fight short.

The Namekian simply stood there, the two would likely redirect their attention, but until they did, the Namekian simply floated, his clothing in tatters from the fight with Nam, and his power level flaring it around 500 thousand, only half of what this form was capable of.

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(Sorry for the delay. Haven’t been feeling well emotionally and physically the past few days.)

Masu watched as his sudden burst from the cloud of smoke with his extra arms, slammed against the defenses of the red majin. Masu was full of anger and his aggression surely showed that as his many punches and knee’s landed against the body of the red majin. Sure, the red majin managed to dodge occasionally and counter with punches of his own, but Masu’s anger was so great that the counter strikes to him only seemed to fuel his fury and onslaught of his strikes. Masu managed to land one final large strike that pushed the majin back a good many feet, allowing separation.

That separation didn’t last long as Masu was upon the red majin once more, continuing his infuriated onslaught of melee attacks. It seemed, however that the slight delay of attacks seemed to give the red majin time to dodge quicker. Thus as Masu went to make simultaneous punches with two of his arms, he was surprised as the red majin caught them and using the majin’s flexibility to wrap around his other arms, completing eliminating his physical assault. The angry, infuriated black majin grunted and grinded his teeth as he struggled against the hold of the other majin.

Masu’s red beady eyes looked at the red majin as his moved his face into his, yelling out asking if this was enough to get the black majin’s name. Masu was stubborn. As saliva landed on the tar colored majin’s face from the intense yell, Masu’s anger from before...was gone again. A confused, curious expression now upon his face After all this fighting, the red majin was so intent on getting his name. Why was he so passionate about something so...so…worthless? Masu didn’t go by names or titles...only by fear and strength. Masu had a name yes...but it was never important to him. Neither were the names of his targets and people he had encountered. The only thing that ever mattered to Masu was power. But if this..majin wanted to know his name so bad…well then…Masu grinned evilly.

“My name…..My name is…not important.. Only thing that’s important is power!!! Power enables fear! Fear enables power!! AND I WILL NOT SUCCOMB TO USELESS TITLES AND NAMES!!! YOU WANT MY NAME SO BAD HUH!?!? YOU WILL NEVER GET IT THROUGH ME!” [/color]

Almost as soon as he finished with his own yell back at the red majin’s face, his name was spoke. The black majin’s face turned to confusion once more, curious as to who said it. Turning his head around, he spotted the green man Geurin. Masu’s memoery was jogged and he remembered that Geurin was fighting the golden haired saiyan..so if he was here and the golden haired saiyan was not...then he must have won…Something Masu had yet to do. Masu’s face turned to disgust and slight anger as he then spoke to the green man.

“Go away green man! I’m not done fighting yet. I come when I’m done. I waited a long time for good fight. Fight is here. Thus Masu will fight.” [/color]

And with that, his head turned back toward the red majin, who still had his arms wrapped up. Masu then started to charge his black aura up, his power wasn’t rising up, however the sheer energy that his aura provided and had was powerful, as it started to crack the ground around them and even lift small rocks into the air only to be crushed completely by the pressure. Masu hopped that this power surge of energy would be enough to make the red majin let go, if not then Masu would resort to another tactic to free himself from the red majin’s grip.

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“My name…..My name is…not important.. Only thing that’s important is power!!! Power enables fear! Fear enables power!! AND I WILL NOT SUCCOMB TO USELESS TITLES AND NAMES!!! YOU WANT MY NAME SO BAD HUH!?!? YOU WILL NEVER GET IT THROUGH ME!”

"Masu"

Masu. Masu was the Majin’s name. After all of this time fighting one another it was finally given to Kazama. But not by the Majin itself, no something much more sinister sounding. Masu was something that was pure chaos, the voice that Kazama had heard was much more devious and evil in nature. His head slowly turned to where the voice was emanating from and to his dismay saw hovering Geurin in tattered clothing. The fight he had entered had clearly taken a toll on him but the fact that he was still standing there proved that he was the winner of the conflict.

It was at that moment that Kazama became aware of what the results of Geurin’s battle produced. The planet shuttered and shook, winds blew every which way, black clouds covered the sky, the very barren environment began to crack and break away. Vegeta was dying and it would not be long before the planet exploded from the results of Geurin’s battle. Kazama’s eyes picked apart every inch of his green body in hopes of finding some way of slowing down Geurin so that he would be consumed in the resulting planetary explosion. Kazama knew that he would not be able to take him on one on one especially after fighting Masu.

As Masu’s name flashed through his head Kazama’s hands flexed as he struggled to hold the chaotic Majin in place. At moment it dawned on him that Masu was in an incredibly vulnerable position, an incredibly delicious position. Slowly his hands began to melt into a liquidly material that molded around the Majin’s hands.

Masu had clearly not enjoyed his name being shared with Kazama. He even stated that it did not matter to know what a person’s name was when you killed them. In this fact he was wrong when a great fight had been waged against him Kazama always wanted a name to associate with the battle. It was in this fashion that he had sworn that he would one day beat Zach and to kill the Icer Azrael. That was the reason why Kazama wanted to know, and he was not going to tell Masu because it was of no consequence if he told him or not.

“Go away green man! I’m not done fighting yet. I come when I’m done. I waited a long time for good fight. Fight is here. Thus Masu will fight.”

Green man? It was apparent after the comment that Masu had not only met but formed some kind of alliance. This only made Kazama’s resolve more absolute in what he was going to do next. Geurin could not be awarded a Majin at his beck and call. Kazama knew that their race had too much potential for destruction that if Geurin maintained control then only death would follow. Masu turned back towards Kazama and let his power spike close creating an aura around him. It pushed on Kazama’s body but did little else. Kazama had felt stronger winds hit him during storms instead of the aura. His arms though were given new life as they tried to break free but with Kazama’s hands molded around his arms now they were not going to be going anywhere.

Kazama calmed himself as the next action was going to possibly take every single bit of energy he could muster. With a deep breath he spoke, “Masu, you are the very embodiment of chaos. All you do is destroy and kill. In that respect we are both truly kin however that is where the similarities end.” The words were somber in tone and spoken directly to Masu. With a quick turn of his head he glanced over towards Geurin.

“I will not allow you to have a Majin doing your bidding. I swear my essence on it,” Kazama growled. He turned back to Masu and returned to his somber tone, “I wanted to know you name…you don’t care why do you?” Kazama laughed in Masu’s face. “Well guess what, as a courtesy for keeping you alive just a few minutes longer I will tell you. I wanted to know your name because I needed something to put on the wall as a trophy,” with each passing word Kazama’s voice began to escalate, “for something to bring back memories of this fight,” his power peaked close to what was his maximum and then in a roar finished, “TO KNOW WHO IS APART OF ME!”

Using all of his power he held Masu in place and then not even two feet away launched a pair of eye beams from his pupils directly into Masu’s. The intent was to blind him and render him near helpless for just long enough to make the fight much less difficult. Once the eye beams were finished Kazama’s entire body seemed to open up like a giant blanket and enveloped Masu. At this close of distance there was no way the black Majin could escape the maneuver and soon enough there would only be one. For Masu unfortunately it appeared he would not be it.

[Geurin]

Geurin was rather amused by it all. The pet he had located earlier was displeased that he could not stay longer, and his opponent was equally dissatisfied with the fact that the black abomination worked for Geurin. Their fighting would have been much more entertaining if in fact the planet was not minutes away from utter disaster.

Luckily the red Majin took the liberty of ending their conflict in a most horrifying manner. Absorbing the other majin right before Geurin's eyes. As red met black, the color slowly faded. No doubt Masu would fight it, but as if he had secretly planned it all along behind Geurin's back. The majin just took it...like a bitch.

Geurin content all the while, any creature who was unable to defend himself, or even maintain activity for more than a few hours was no creature that he wanted to call an ally, and as the monstrous change took place, Geurin took his own advantage. Kazama was clearly distracted, and with Masu's power shortly charging through his veins he would hopefully be corrupted enough to be redirected. So much like he did with his other followers, the manipulation began. Moving quickly towards the red creature Geurin would put both his hands on the creatures head. This would do two things. For starters it would provide a base for mental brainwash, and for defense it allowed Geurin to blow the majin's brains out if he tried that fancy absorption.

Geurin began emitting the mental stimulus. Promise of war and genocide, much like what Kazama was once interested in flowed through, like a river trying to break the Dam that Kazama had put in place to prevent such dark images. If Geurin was successful, the being would awaken ready to follow his every move. If he was not they would enter combat, and the poor Majin would have to be put down.

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(Sorry Masu I didn't really have time to waste because of the looming deadline Sunday. Feel free to post after me with your own post)

The black Majin didn’t react except to cry out in pain from having the death beams searing into his face. His arms were still locked in place from the merger that Kazama’s hands had performed. Now blinded and stuck Masu was without any way of defending himself and stopping his fate. Instead the red wall of goo that was Kazama’s body enveloped around Masu’s which reacted violently. At first it was Masu’s body fight to break free but soon his body was forced to break down into goo himself. So in the air where the two once stood was a floating ball of black and red goo as they flowed and fought each other for supremacy. To an untrained eye it was nothing but magical goo trying to determine what color it was going to be. In actuality Kazama and Masu were fighting each other on a consciousness level that few people ever experienced.

Inside of the ball of goo, in Kazama’s perception, the world was either pure light or pure darkness. Masu’s body was not longer visible to his eyes but he could feel wherever the darkness touched his very soul was there. It was unnerving have something that chaotic close to his own soul. With each clash Kazama felt a little bit of his soul not only fade away but also change completely in nature. Slowly though the darkness beyond to overwhelm the light and Kazama could feel his own consciousness slipping away which was a scary idea to him. Each passing moment he was losing Masu was proving to be stronger than Kazama on a spiritual level which while it did not mean much in real life in a situation like this it mean the world.

Before long all that was visible in a world of pitch black darkness was a white embodiment of Kazama with the darkness nipping at his feet in hopes of consuming him. As Kazama looked around he realized that he had lost. He lost in Saru City and let all of those Saiyans die at the hands of Zach. He had lost when he allowed that Icer Azrael kill him on that ice planet. He had lost in the tournament to Zach, when he allowed his temper to rule his nature and lead him to kill his mentor at the time Poso. However the thing that Kazama had lost most in his entire life was when he had let Shinrai slip through his fingers. She was the one person that he wanted to be with in the entire Universe and he let it slip right through his grasp.

“Why…why…couldn’t I find peace in this world?” Kazama questioned into the void before his eyes. His voice echoed in the darkness. “I failed in my one task that I tried to take on. I tried to protect everyone with my power but all I ever ended up doing with it that meant anything was killing people. Thousands of people…why could no one help me…” Kazama brooded to himself. He glanced down to see the darkness slowly creeping over the tops of his feet.

Then in the darkness stood a female, she was only about five foot three inches tall, had dark brown hair that fell to just below her shoulders, pointy ears that poked through her hair, a freckle speckled face, warm caring eyes, and a soft smile that sent out the impression that she was not happy with what she was seeing. Her form was once again the ghostly image that Kazama had seen earlier when she had passed him. While he wanted to talk with her and bask in her presence the Majin could barely bring his eyes to look at her. A soft clicking echoed as the female walked up to Kazama’s white form. Her soft hand touched the side of Kazama’s cheek and brought the ashamed eyes of Kazama upward to look into her face. Looking at her beautiful visage caused tears to begin to roll down his face. All of the memories of what he was forced to do because of everything was the main driving force behind the tears. Kazama tried to muster a smile as a way to tell her that everything was going to be okay but she returned it with a smile that spoke ‘Don’t give me that bullshit.’ Kazama laughed as he longed to hold her once more but because of her form there was no way he could. The female leaned forward and whispered into Kazama’s ear.

“Don’t cry…keep your promise…just keep your promise and win…” The words were the sweetest sound that he had ever heard. Soft and caring but at the same time stern and heavy in resolve. She pulled backward and kissed Kazama on the cheek. He forced a smile to his face and tried to fight back the tears that lined his face futilely.

“I promise…I do…” Kazama choked then right in front of his eyes with a smile on her face the visage of the female faded away. Left was a warm feeling that tried to motivate Kazama to fight for his own self. Kazama took a deep breath and ceased his tears. She always found a way to motivate Kazama to act, with a laugh Kazama’s eyes snapped upward with a killer fight in his eyes.

“I made a promise that I intend to keep. Now why don’t you bow down and serve ME!” Kazama roared into the darkness. Suddenly an explosion of pure light shot out from Kazama’s being forcing every molecule of darkness to scurry away in fear. Soon there was not a trace of darkness left and Kazama felt the moment that he had won the battle.

Then came the memories, he saw every creature that had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting Masu. He saw the weak souls get absorbed by Masu and the hundreds of people that met their untimely demise. He saw Zach and other warriors that he had never met before. His memories spanned all the way back to Masu’s creation over a million years ago, his creator’s image and the raw emotion of both love and hatred for this man. It reminded Kazama of his own creation.

Back on Vegeta the balls of goo had finally taken the shape of a humanoid creature. It now stood about five foot nine inches tall with dark red skin. Around the Majin’s eyes were a solid line of kohl and then a pair of tear lines that ran from the bottoms of the kohl lines to his jaw line. Two black diamonds adorned his shoulders with a four pronged tribal design centered in the middle of his spine. Covering his body were jagged black lines that separated his chest and arms in a pattern that could only be describe as something similar to volcanic cracks. Power oozed from every pore of his body as Masu faded from existence and Kazama slowly integrated him.

Kazama opened his eyes and instantly felt that he had achieved another level to his power that he had never dreamed of before. It took a minute to focus as Vegeta’s near death landscape erupted before his sight. It was at that moment that he remembered that Masu and Kazama had not been the only two there at the time. Then came the sudden surge of pain as he felt what he could only assume was Geurin trying to enter his mind. It was excruciating and he could hear Geurin’s voice trying to implant messages. Slowly turning Kazama pointed two fingers at Geurin’s chest.

“Get…out…of my head!” Kazama yelled through the pain. “Dodonpa!” Energy formed at the tips of his extended fingers and it quickly shot from his finger tips towards its home in Geurin’s chest.

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Masu watched as the red majin told him the reason he wanted his name so badly; he was to be a trophy? At first this thought confused the entrapped majin however he didn’t have much time to think as the red majin released lasers from his eyes to the eyes of Masu, the beams slammed into his eyes forcing Masu to turn his head and shut his eyes momentarily from the immense and direct pain. Then it happened, the red majin’s body opened up and started to envelope the blinded Masu. Masu felt the red good touch him and being a majin, he knew what was about to happen. But no, he would fight it. He was going to prove himself the stronger majin even if in the direst situation. Masu turned himself into a heaping ball of goo as the red goo tried to absorb him. Thus the fight of goo’s not bodies’ started to fight. Mainly however on a conscious level, and only him and the red majin would know what was truly going on.

The battle was intense, and for a while it as Masu, like most of this battle, had gained the upper hand off of pure aggression and hated desire. As the deviant conscious face of Masu loomed over the red majin, his evil laugh could be heard from the red majin. Purely to show his dominance in winning thus far. As Masu’s black goo started to inch toward the standing red majin, something happened. A bright white light appeared out of nowhere, confusing the black majin. What was even more peculiar was the fact that all the black majin saw was a small white light. Yet he could hear sounds coming from the whit light. Masu tried to listen but all the black majin could hear were mumbled sounds from the white light. It didn’t even sound like any language he could think of. But it sounded like the red majin could hear every word.

Masu could hear the red majin speak, his answers to whatever the white light was saying only confused the black majin even more, however as Masu tried to urge his essence of darkness forward it was seemingly hit by a force field of sorts, unable to touch or get closer to the red majin or the bright white light. This made Masu become even angrier and the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it didn’t help. Soon the white light disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared and Masu listened as the red majin spoke out. ““I made a promise that I intend to keep. Now why don’t you bow down and serve ME!” And just like that, the red Majin’s power overwhelmed the darkness Masu had created. As the pure energy started to absorb and eliminate the darkness Masu had made all Masu could do was yell out and scream.

“No!! NO NO NO NO!! MASU IS STRONGER!! MASU WILLNOT LOSE NO NO NO NO!!!!!!” [/color]

However his screams and attempts to fight back the over whelming power was in futile and soon the last inch of darkness was gone, thus ending the tyrannous reign and destruction known as Masu. From the Majin’s early battle life, it had always been against the odds, always fighting more than one being at a time, always enduring unfortunate events time and time again. Not many could take the many enduring moments like he had and continue on, but he did. However, the unluckiness had finally beaten the Majin. The power of intervention had finally broken the last straw of Masu. But at least the beast went out in battle, just as many great warriors death should have come. Dying to a great battle and opponent, despite all the things that had come against him and foiled his intentions.