Mutants? Where's Doctor X?! [Complete]

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A simple Rain Forest, usually a place of beautIy. Usually. This particular Rain Forest was...Different, bad different. It had been mutated so many times it could hardly be counted as a Rain Forest. And who knew what had happened to all the animals.

It was late in the afternoon at the time, and the light was slowly fading. Not a good thing for anyone who may be in the Forest at the time. Again, this was a usually, as this was on Planet Vegeta, home of the Saiyans. Who, along with a few other species, could do it.
A particular Saiyan was still training inside the Forest.

"Night time? Already?" Tomatah asked, looking around. "How long have I been here?" He asked, puzzled on how it took this long. "Whatever, like I'm afraid of anything here." Tomatah said. "All of these things are wimps, and are going to be destroyed if they try anything. "So bring it Mutant...animal...things..." Tohatah said, his threats dropping off somewhere in the middle.

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“Pu..t..me down..you..mon…ster…”

A brutally beat saiyan was being dragged through the dirt, attempting to struggle against the might of the large black majin. Chuckling at the attempts to move and speak, the black Majin spoke.

“Me? Monster? What on ‘Vegeta’ gives you the right to call me a monster? Just because I killed your family first and dragged you all the way out here doesn’t make me a Monster...oh noo...A monster would have killed you in the city. Masu…Masu simply wants to have a little fun.” [/b]

Masu then stopped in his tracks when he heard the voice of someone; looking toward the direction of the voice he spotted a small boy, a saiyan no doubt. It looked as if the young boy was training solo in the forest, at least to Masu’s eyes. Dropping the weakened saiyan, he turned his neck and eyes to look at the beaten down saiyan.

“You stay here. You move and you die sooner than anticipated. Be a good saiyan and sit still for Masu.” [/b]

Masu then turned his attention back to the small boy as he started to walk more closer to him. Masu wondered what such a young saiyan was doing out here in the forest as it was almost nightfall and Masu knew for a fact that mighty creatures came out at night, this being his 2nd night, he was familiar with some of the nightly beasts. Once he was within a few yards of the boy, Masu opened his mouth to speak.

“Boy, it isn’t safe here at night. You should run back to your mommy and daddy in the city. Unless you want to become a chew toy for the animals here, I suggest you scurry back home. Or you cou-“ [/b]

Masu he quick footsteps behind him, as he turned his neck to the side, he caught a glimpse of the rushing injured saiyan he had left alone a minute or two ago. He saiyan had an energy ball in his hand as he continued to rush, within a few seconds the saiyan hollered out.

“DIE YOU BLACK BLOB!!!!!!!”

Masu frowned as he used his flight to drift to the right side, and then quickly extended his left arm, grabbing the saiyan’s hair by a huge clump. Pulling back on the hair, the saiyan yelled out in agony, his energy ball disappearing. Downed by the agony of his hair being pulled, Masu simply walked slowly back to his lengthen arm, it returning to its normal size when the black majin reached the spot of the downed saiyan. Still frowning, Masu charged a red colored ki ball in his other hand and a few seconds later thrust the ball of energy into the agony filled face of the saiyan, the cries of pain ended for the saiyan as Masu realized his hair, his bloodied face and body hit the dirt hard. The saiyan was dead. Turning his head back to the young boy, Masu finished his sentence from before.

“Or you could end up like him.” [/b]

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Tomatah heard a voice call out from behind him, asking what he was doing out here at night. Tomatah turned to face the person, who looked pure black, it didn't take long for Tomatah to realize that it wasn't Saiyan. But the thing it had dropped was. "Hmm, I don't need you telling me what to do, who's the moron you just dropped?" Tomatah asked, crossing his arms. What happened next was interesting though.

The Saiyan tried to attack the thing, calling it a black blob, not far from the truth. It was futile of course, he just ended up dead. Tomatah was tempted to laugh when the black blob said he could end up like the dead Saiyan. "I know you're stronger than me, stronger than that Saiyan too. But, I'm not going anywhere, if I let every Black Blob on the side of the street tell me what to do I wouldn't be very prideful." Tomatah said. "I could just leave now, but you interest me. Tell me, where did you come from?" Tomatah asked

"I want to know, so I can repay the favor." Tomatah said, pointing to the dead Saiyan. "I assume you made him suffer first? Dead Family?" Tomatah asked, pulling out a piece of paper and writing down what he needed to do. "Name?" Tomatah asked.

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Masu was astonished at how straight forward…and ignorant the small child was. Of course, Masu had seen how saiyans act and how ‘prideful’ they are or want to be. However, when he started asking the black majin questions. Masu cocked his head to the right. It was almost as if the boy wanted tips on how to kill someone or drive them crazy. And then the boy wanted his name. Masu grumbled as he started to speak, not intentionally giving out his name on purpose.

“Masu thinks you need to go home boy. Eat; Sleep, whatever you saiyans do at night. You don’t have to pay Masu anything. I did you no ‘favor’.” [/b]

Masu then heard a loud grumbling sound from the distance, it sounded as if the night animals were starting to awaken. Masu, to avoid the mangy beasts, would normally camp out near the city, however tonight he wanted to have on of the beasts to play with him and his now dead saiyan…his plans were a little ruined by the boy being there which frustrated the black majin quite a bit. Masu spoke to the young saiyan once more.

“You hear that boy? Those beasts don’t like intruders. They eat saiyans for a late night snack. Unless you want to be grub between their teeth, you really need to listen to Masu and head home.” [/b]

Masu was evil, but if his plans were ruined and/or he was bored then his laziness and fighting attitude would basically disappear. This instance was one of those moments. All the black majin wanted to do now was sleep.

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"Masu eh? Well, I am Tomatah, it's only fair I tell you my name after all." Tomatah said. "Well. I would do that, but you are far more interesting." Tomatah said, looking up from his paper. "You are obviously from some back water planet." Tomatah said thoughtfully. Now, Tomatah knew he would have to get out of here soon, but he wasn't quite done yet.

"Please. I don't need your advice, I could beat any of those things. If Saiyans only get killed by them because they get careless. Obviously you have no idea how strong we actually are. You kill one and deem us all trash." Tomatah said, smirking.

"I think you should take your own advice and get out of here." Tomatah said. "Or you may be the one getting eaten."

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Masu grunted and frowned as the boy continued to be arrogant and quick with more assumptions. When the boy finished with that insult of Masu being weak, Masu had reached the end of his short stick of patience. Masu replied, with more harshness and anger in his voice.

“Listen...’tomatah’ my patience is done with you. If you want to make allegations and stay here to die, then that’s your problem...I did NOT call your race trash, although a good many of them are. You assumed that I’m from some ‘back water’ planet, which I’m not, and you’re foolish arrogance and belief in your power makes you think you can take anything. That’s all you saiyans are made of, arrogance and foolishness.” [/b]

Masu then started to walk past the young boy, bumping into him on purpose to show that he showed no fear in the puny boy. Masu could feel the boy’s power, and he knew that he was much much stronger and that the boy would pose little to no challenge to his strength. However, the boy was not lacking in confidence of himself that was sure, but of the saiyans he had encountered in his short time here, that was not new.

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Tomatah growled. He had just about enough of this clown. "Look you walking pile of Bubblegum. I've had enough of you."Tomatah said, it was true, he had. "I am in an extremely generous mood, I don't care about you bumping into me, I have no fear of you. You seem to think you are the strongest there is. Get out of here." Tomatah said. "Or, you'll run into a Saiyan you can't beat. Tomatah said.

"Well, I'm done playing games." Tomatah said. "I guess I'll follow your advice for right now." Tomatah said, pretending to leave the forest. When he was far enough away, he looked for Masu and followed him from the sky. "Let's see where blob boy is going." Tomatah said.watching from the sky.

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Masu listened as the boy started name-calling and mentioned he was in a ‘generous mad’ which made the black majin chuckle, as the boy had been anything but generous. Masu continued to listen as the boy talked, eventually finishing and flying away leaving the majin by himself, a little confused. ‘hmphing’ he returned his focus to the now darkness covered forest. Growling noises caused him to turn his head toward the left, a large purple spotted, spiked beast crawled out of the thick woods, continuing to growl presumably at Masu.

“Hmm, go away. Masu is not in the mood for one of you.” [/b]

The beast let out a loud growl and started to charge the black majin, Masu frowned as he got ready to defend the beast, The beast attempted to slam it’s head into Masu, who took hold of two spikes that were protruding from the beast’s and stopped the monster in it’s tracks. Gritting his teeth, Masu started to use his strength to pick up the creature off of the ground.

“I SAID MASU NOT IN THE MOOOD!!!” [/b]

The creature’s legs were now fully lifted off the ground, enough so that Masu started to spin with the large creature in his arms, letting out a yell of strength and anger, Masu let the monster go after spinning around for a few seconds. The beast went flying into the air and within a few seconds, Masu let loose a hell storm of small, yet quick red ki blasts, nearly all of them slammed into the beast resulting in a large cloud of explosion dust to loiter around the body. Masu stopped with his reign of ki blasts and watched as the body felt through the cloud of dust and hit the ground hard, creating a large mound of dust around the now dead body.

Masu huffed and puffed a few more times before something caught his attention. A power level. A very similar power level. Masu sharply turned his head and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a figure high in the sky, seemingly watching him from above. Masu recognized and knew that it was that same boy, who he had thought had left before the raging beast showed up. By now, Masu was definitely in the mood to fight as the creature he had just dealt with had seemingly arisen the majin’s ‘adrenaline’.

After a few more seconds of Masu staring at the young boy in the sky, he quickly started to charge at the figure, pulling his right arm back and then quickly pushing it forward with his hand shaped into a fist, intending for the punch to smack the boy across the face. The pure speed that Masu had shown coming from the ground and attempting a strike would surely surprise the young saiyan, Masu, like always, was at his power level’s peak. He never dimmed his power down for anyone, especially an annoying little boy

[Rensou Hiruen]

The device was a wondrous one, capable of ascertaining power fluctuations to a tenth of the actual amount. Accurate understanding of power was not the only function, for the device could actually ascertain as to where a specific signature was located and with that, deliver the user with the ultimatum of staying away or investigating. The aforementioned device was a scouter, and one was secured to the right ear of a Saiyan warrior whom had been placed on guard for the duration of the night. It was already annoying enough to the young woman that she would be one of the many repeatedly scanning her planet for potential intruders, and she never expected to actually find a threat despite the five year treaty that had just ended.

She was jarred from the beginning of a peaceful nap as her scouter exploded, and that could mean only one thing: the General or the King had decided to display their might for whatever reason in the middle of the night, or something was amiss. She immediately took action, her long legs carrying her through the streets until she found another Saiyan on duty. The female wasted no time as she rushed the man, her hand literally slamming into the side of his own scouter and successfully turning it off.

“What the fuck, Nera?” the other soldier growled, glaring at the female as she bent to support her weight with hands upon her knees. Her breasts rose and fell under her armor as she gasped for air, nearly choking: “My. . .scouter. . .overloaded, Saiz!” She informed. Saiz immediately began to do what he had been trained to do in such a situation, by immediately taking flight and heading for the home of one of the most important and powerful Saiyan alive. Nera took off after him, despite exhaustion.

Five minutes later, a knock shook General Hiruen awake, he had just fallen asleep after showing Yuumaru Mori to his room, and he rolled out of bed in the nude and growled to Ayleen. “Ayleen, who's at the door?” he inquired. There were very few people whom would dare disturb Rensou in the middle of the night, and those that would usually had very important reasons. “Two privates by the name of Saiz and Nera are at the door, Master Hiruen,” Privates? Rensou's face was covered with rage as he pulled his black singlet on and slid his armor over his broad chest, stepping into his boots as he made his way to the door.

It had barely opened before the two Saiyans saluted and began to explain themselves. “General Hiruen, Private Nera informed me her scouter exploded from a reading at exactly 0200 hours,” and the standard protocol was to abolish the chain of command and come straight to the General with the information, followed by King Koregutsu if the General was off-world. Rensou had stopped listening, and instead focused his sensory abilities and in an instant located the disturbance. . .a dark, violent power, equal to his own base strength in might. Boliko was stronger. Without a word, Rensou Hiruen burst into the skies and left the Privates to their business, not even offering them a dismissal – the protection of his planet and people was a foremost priority, and in such cases everything else was immediately ignored.

A blur of cyan light streaked over the lights of Saru and under the stars in the sky before it crossed over the Scorched Plains, the trail finally taking the Saiyan to the Mutant Rainforest. As if watching the ripples upon a still spring, he felt a power die out. With the spheres floating beside him, the Yeisanki told him everything he needed to know. A weak power had been killed by the power which had exploded the scouter of the Private, and that very power which had done the deeds was now setting sights on more weakness in the distance. Rensou wasted not a moment as he flew towards the gathering, arriving in time to watch a dark creature explode from the canopy towards a young Saiyan male.

The dark creature's fist would never touch the young one, nay, as Rensou Hiruen blurred before the youth and caught the fist firmly with the side of his face. With knuckles grinding against his cheek and the young Saiyan pushed aside in the middle of the movement, Rensou exerted his strength as he twisted the head atop his neck and pushed the fist sideways until he could meet the eyes of the creature whom had killed a Saiyan this night and was attempting a repeat of his previous actions. Such things were not taken lightly. No matter the political standing or strength of a Saiyan, each and every one of his kinsmen were a dear thing to him. Such crimes against his people would not be taken lightly. With his orbs of nightfall and those spheres of cyan shining with violence and rage, Rensou Hiruen delivered a few words.

“Prepare to die, monster.”

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As the black majin’s fist was about to collide with the young saiyan’s face, another face intercepted it and held strong. Masu clenched his teeth and make a slight growl as he wondered whom the new intruder was intruding on his face. Masu always seemed to have others intrude on his fight and he had somewhat gotten use to the idea of people always getting in his way. As the new saiyan pushed his punch away and met him eye-to-eye, the new unknown saiyan muttered few words, words that made Masu smile. Masu then floated slowly backwards, still in the air as he gathered the full appearance and power of the new warrior. He was above his own power, certainly the most powerful saiyan he had yet felt in terms of power level, and just like every other strong warrior he had encountered he suspected that his power didn’t stop there. After a few more seconds, Masu opened his mouth to speak.

“And hear I thought all the saiyans were mere weaklings, foolish was I to think that. Let’s see what you got monkey.”[/b]

Masu would then charge forward in flight, this time pulling his left arm back to prepare a lunch punch, the balled up hand was intended to strike the saiyan’s upper abdomen region, his next simultaneous strike would come from his right hand intending to strike the left side of the saiyan’s face. Seconds after that, would be a fierce attempted head but coming against the saiyan. Masu was out to cause pain for the saiyan as much as possible.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“. . .let's see what you've got, monkey,” decided the black creature, apparently it was a thing of courageous resolution. . .that, or honest stupidity. Rensou cared not for either trait, he simply wanted the thing dead and gone. Murder of his people was worthy of the grandest of punishments, death itself, and the harbinger of it let a low growl ripple up from the depths of his powerful lungs in response. There were not words enough to express his rage! The black thing came forward with great speed and set great efforts into a strike, an act the Saiyan found amusing. He was one bred for combat and forged in the very fires, and apparently, this creature was nothing but a raw product of destruction! The General could have countered viciously as it attacked with both fists simultaneously. . .

A simple Zanzoken could have positioned him to the side of the creature, opening up a plethora of possibility! A slashing kick to the head could have removed the creature from whatever sense it had, nay, a flurry of straights and hooks could have battered it then and there, but Rensou simply executed the Zanzoken and readied his spheres for the pivotal moment in which the monster would erupt with rage and continue passionate assault and make another mistake. “Pitiful,” the Saiyan chimed, and it seemed to set the creature off as it came forward again, this time choosing to use the head as a weapon.

At range, no less. To open engagements with such momentous strikes was a thing unknown to Rensou, his repertoire was one of calculation pending cold execution. Combat was a game of chess, and the Saiyan was the champion of such things, as Masu would soon realize when the Hiruen son chose to humor him once again by answering the headbutt with one of his own. The Saiyan realized his reaction was one of arrogance and fueled by disdain for this murderer, but he wished to thoroughly humiliate it before he sent it to the depths of hell itself.

Their heads crashed together, and scar tissue opened a fresh gash in the forehead of the Saiyan. The nature of his frequently battered tissue was to bleed, and a fresh roll of blood ran downwards as they ground their foreheads together, wetting the skin of the Majin. Once again, the Saiyan stared into the eyes of the creature – he had not put enough power into his own retaliatory movement to knock the thing away from him, no, he only halted him in his tracks as they locked together. It was then the monster would realize the Saiyan was smiling, his face alight with the wonderment of battle and he repeated himself: “pitiful!” With their heads locked together, the creature would never see the twin spheres which were now sweeping up in mirror movements that would bring them both crashing into the side of the creature's head, causing severe blunt trauma which would be accentuated by the opposing cyan orb in crushing fashion.

The Saiyan did not tarry as he applied the following protocol, considering the creature had placed itself in a terrible position: if it's structure was anything similar to other creatures, it would be struck by those weapons considering Rensou's enraged visage was obstructing the field of vision possessed by those black eyes of the beast, and that would give the Saiyan a moment to fly backwards, only to hopefully increase the distance between them with a pushing kick to the stomach, allowing his retreating form ample time to batter the creature with a splendid flurry of energy attacks which erupted from rapidly thrusting palms.

[jabey]

Tomatah was shocked when Masu noticed him. Masu reacted as best as possible, trying to punch him in the nose. Then, something happened Tomatah could not have expected. Another Saiyan appeared before him, protecting him from the blow. "T-thanks." Tomatah said, somewhat shocked by what had happened.

"Let's see what you got monkey." Masu said, trying to attack the Saiyan that had arrived. It looked like the other Saiyan out classed him though. Tomatah couldn't sense Ki, so he didn't know how strong the new comer was. All he knew was, don't get in the way. Until he was needed.

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Masu watched as his strikes were avoided by a move he had yet to see in his lifetime, leaving some sort of ghost behind to take the strikes, only to have them phase through making his intended punches unsuccessful., however his red beady eyes didn’t take to long to find the real saiyan and finish his trifecta of moves off with his head butt. The saiyan seemed aggressive to as he came fourth with one of his own head butts, crashing the two heads together, the two met eye-to-eye once more. Masu grinded his teeth but then felt the cold feeling of blood from the saiyan’s forehead. This made Masu smile, and he noticed that the saiyan smiled as well, it seemed these two were full intent on having their share of fun this battle.

The black majin’s smile was cut short as the saiyan’s two cyan colored orbs’ smashed the sides of his head, and with the majin’s squishy skin, his head now looked liked something would was drawn on a piece of paper, all 2D like. A swift kick to his stomach area would separate him from the saiyan, his head still looking like a flat pancake. Masu would then take his thumb, stick in his now miniature mouth and blow, like a blown up balloon it popped back into its regular shape and size. Of course, Masu wasn’t all to pleased and was about to open his mouth to voice his frustration however he was bombarded with many energy balls heading toward his way.

Masu did his best to weave and dodge the many oncoming energy spheres, using his great flexibility he managed to wiggle his way out of most of the blasts, however a few slammed against him, at first making dents into his skin only to have the skin ‘plop’ back into it’s regular spot. As soon as Masu had enough free time and space, he would then launch his own energy attack, many red energy orbs heading toward the saiyan’s general direction. The majin wasn't too keen on directing his aim directly at him but more so around him to limit the saiyan monkey’s ability to dodge.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou inhaled, not that the man was exhausted. . .it was a preventative measure to avoid such displeasure, and the mark of a calm and collected warrior. Despite his growing anger and sadness at the loss of life this monster had created, the man still fought with all the precision of a surgeon. His steady stream of blasts had been halted, and a cloud of smoke enshrouded the Majin where a number of his missiles had fulfilled their destiny against his dark hide. The creature was a strange one, the crushing force of the spheres would have severely harmed anything with a skull, but apparently this monster had no bone structure to speak of. It would take an energy attack to finish this encounter, Rensou decided before the Yeisanki informed him of incoming attacks as the beast returned fire.

“. . .shirudo,” the Saiyan whispered. With a raised arm, the twin spheres congregated to the point and a shield of their compressed fibers was constructed almost instantaneously, but not before two balls of energy collided solidly: one against the breastplate and the other grazing the thigh. The bone beneath the armor held fast, but the pectoral would bruise soon. As for the second burst, it simply tore the singlet where it had ripped by and left a red streak which would be slightly irritating, no more, no less. Rensou Hiruen never batted an eyelash as he flew forward with that shield before him, literally plowing through the incoming blasts without fear, for behind the shield, only the most dangerous blasts of energy could hope to batter the Saiyan.

Distance closed, again. . .it was annoying Rensou, a man whom preferred his engagements devilishly close and personal. The man was literally excited with the idea of watching the face of the fighters whom fell before his feet, their visages a beautiful picture of pain. To feel his eardrums vibrate within the canal as their screams of agony only drove him harder. The General had wasted no time plowing through the barrage of energy, and once within range his right arm moved the Shirudo to allow a left jab to flash out towards those fangs: if a skull could not be crushed to nothing, he could at least hope to knock those teeth from their gums. The left arm never retracted back as a twirl ensued, and the shield broke down into spheres once again as the right arm cocked in an attempt to slam a sharp elbow into the neck, whilst the spheres emulated the movement in a vertical line: the elbow was aimed for the neck, one sphere for the right shoulder, and the other sought to crack into where ribs -should- be.

The ability to strike with three simultaneous attacks and use fists, feet, elbows, and knees in a beautiful display of combat finesse: this creature was seeing Rensou Hiruen at his finest.

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Tomatah narrowed his eyes. "Well. I did warn him." Tomatah said. He felt anger at the blobs murder of another Saiyan. But in all seriousness, There was nothing he could do about it. He would continue to watch until he could Do something about it. Which would not be for a while.

Tomatah came up with a plan. Sure it wouldn't be very good, but at least he would have one.

[[[Short Post I know, I just have no ideas right now.