The Fall of Vegeta: Redemption(PLs Locked)

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Where there were none, two appeared, deep in the heart of the Scorched Plains, far from the epicenter of Saru City’s seemingly impending doom: safety, or rather relative safety given the three men on their way. Lowering them both softly to the ground with his bukujustsu, Sohko deftly pulled off his black duster, wrapping it around the girl as their feet came to rest on the dry and cracked ground. Pausing for a moment, he took a few deep breaths; the repeated use, not to mention the length of the most recent jump, had taken its toll on the saiyan. Such usage left him temporarily drained but the effect would not last too long.

Finding a nearby stone of reasonable size, the ponytailed bladesmith laid her down, with her back leaning against said stone. Based on what he could see, and her body language, he assessed the culpable damage her body had incurred. Standing up he reached beneath the sword hilts on his right hip, where a small brown sack was secretly stashed. Loosening the string which had held it closed, he dumped half its contents into an open palm; a single green bean. Securing the bag he dropped to a knee as he held the bean before her mouth. She was drifting in and out of consciousness but after much coaxing he was able to get her to eat the mystically infused bean. Her jaw moved slowly as she chewed weakly. In moments its effect would take hold.

“How do you heel hun?”

He tried to be comforting, warming even, but his voice was still firm and reserved for the pending genocide weighed heavily on his already over encumbered mind. Crouched at her side he began to examine her various injuries in more detail while maintaining a delicate touch. He remarked to himself that the healing was progressing well. His intensely defined muscles, a result of his harrowing tutelage under the Western Kaioshin, glistening under the sun’s overbearing heat. When her eyes finally fluttered open their gazes once again met and he felt taken by the intoxicating violet staring back at him all over again. He thanked the kais for his angled sunglasses which perfectly masked his own eyes; fearing she would see into the hazel pools and see the reflections of the monster he once was. He feared she’d see what he felt; that he was beyond forgiveness.

Beyond redemption.

PL Locks!
I decided that considering Noko received a Senzu Bean, we're going to use her updated Power Level. Considering you all worked for your new PLs, you're clear to use what's listed in your notes.

Noko: 31,300
Sohko: 57,275 ~ 171,825 ~ 286,375
Izanagi: 35,315 ~ 141,260
Yami: 25,060 ~ 100,240

- Rensou

[riika]

Blackness had covered her vision for moments, though she could still feel the Saiyan man almost flush against her. She leaned into him, using his strength to help her stand. He was so warm... And she wasn't. Wait, what were they all saying? Noko couldn't hear, couldn't understand them. They sounded so far away. So very far away. Why was she so cold? She didn't like the cold. She never did. It wasn't always cold on Nor, but many of the people were. But not the Saiyan man. No... he was warm. So very warm...

Silence. Noko forced her eyes open a crack, though she was so very sleepy. The Saiyan's chest filled her vision and the pain of moving was the only thing that kept her from nuzzling closer into that warmth. He was moving her, laying her down. No, don't let her go! She didn't want to be cold.

Though half-lidden eyes, she watched him stand, a soft whimper escaping her lips. What was he doing? Would he come back. She watched him pull something out, though her vision was so blurred she couldn't tell what. He knelt down, holding something out to her. What was it? It was small and green. A pill? A bean? She saw his lips move, though he either spoke too soft, or her hearing had gone. Either way, she gently opened her mouth. He slipped the green thing inside and slowly, she chewed. It was a bean, though it didn't taste like anything she'd had before. His voice came to her, though it still sounded so far away. Slowly, she swallowed, grimacing slightly.

With a gasp, her eyes flew open then squeezed shut. Heat had spread through her body. It hurt for the first couple of seconds, though it lessened after. Noko relaxed, her violet eyes fluttering open. She peered at him quietly through her long lashes before a small smile appeared on her full lips. She took a second to study her savior. He was incredibly handsome. His dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, his skin tanned bronze. His eyes hid behind angled sunglasses and her gaze trailed slightly lower. He was built nicely, not overly muscular, but broad and strong. She smiled.

"Thank you for saving me. I wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for you," she said. It was only then that Noko realized she didn't know where 'here' was. She sat up quickly, forgetting to even notice that her previously broken ribs had healed. They were in a desert of some sorts, far away from the City. She couldn't even see any smoke from here. Her tail, and appendage that most Saiyans kept around their waist at all times, flicked back and forth in worry under the ruined end of her shirt.

"Where are we? What happened to Saru City?!" she asked, frantically turning her gaze back onto the Saiyan.

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"Thank you for saving me. I wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for you,"

He stared at her, unable to speak, his tongue feeling swollen in his mouth. The bean having done the trick, the girl was now all but healed, and her elegance was even more apparent than before. Her face contorted with confusion as she frantically viewed her new surroundings. As she sat up her silky hair, a breathtaking shade of light brown, fell at her side in loose braid, all but straight save for a few delicate waves at the end. Her skin was paler than the average saiyan but exquisite nonetheless; it seemed to give off a faint glow which warmed Sohko. The precious amethyst eyes and the long lashes which accompanied them had taken him captive but the rest, including the introduction of her majestic tail, seemed to only further indenture him to her. Harold, Sohko's tail with a personality and closest companion, poked out from between the hilts of his sword, curious of this angelic visage.

"Where are we? What happened to Saru City!?"

Placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, adorned in his black duster which he had wrapped her in moments before arriving, he did his best to speak with calm and collected tone; hoping to soothe the frantic saiyan woman.

“Stay calm, we are in the Scorched Plains, many miles away from Saru City. Earth’s Prime Minister, Geurin, has invaded Vegeta and I am to face his two underlings; to his satisfaction or my death I assume. When he arrives I will attempt to bargain for your safety. Rest reassured I will allow no more harm to come to you. As for the city…”

He was struggling for the correct words, wishing to convey the truth in a matter which would upset her least, when he was overcome by the blinding light, prompting him to stand and face the phenomenon; his sunglasses protecting him by unreal flash. Not soon after came the mighty wave of wind and heat which forced the saiyan swordsman back a step; aftermaths of the impact. Far off in the distance, what Sohko knew to be the location of Saru City, there was only dust and smoke.

“No…”

Body rigid, his eye twitched as his mind tried to comprehend all the death; especially his dear friend Kazama who’s power level he couldn’t sense. His eyes began to well up so he clamped his jaw tight and tensed, trying to internalize his emotions so as to not incite worry in the woman with deep purple eyes. However he found himself unable to fight it back entirely as few tears rolled down his cheek forcing the saiyan to turn away from her in order to collect himself.

“It’s… It’s gone…”

The few fragmented words were all he could muster. Damn that elder’s curse for making me soft, he thought to himself. In reply, from the recesses of his psyche, came the whispers of the mystic’s conscience, a result of the curse; 'while my grief is great, the tears you shed are yours and yours alone.'

Damn it.

[riika]

He stared at her for a few moments. It was long enough for Noko to get a good look at their surroundings and to notice the black leather coat he had wrapped her in. Shivering, she drew it a bit closer, her gaze going to him once more as he laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The Scorched Plains? Noko had heard of them, but never had she been there until now. She was confused though still. Who was Geurin? Was Earth another planet and why would he be attacking? His underlings must be the two creatures from before. The one that had beaten her and the one that came after. Anger boiled inside of her. There was no way she was going to let him fight those two creatures alone! Not after he saved her from them.

Before Noko could open her mouth to ask more questions, a blinding light headed toward them. With a small cry of alarm, she turned away, squeezing her eyes shut for extra protection. A fierce, hot wind came after. She was tense for a couple of moments before she heard him whisper a single word. Scared of what she might see, Noko slowly turned, her eyes meeting nothing but dust and smoke. Smoke that could only be the remains of Saru City, the place where the blast had oriented. Eyes wide, she sat there for a moment, frozen in shock. The Saiyan beside her turned away, though she could hear him crying softly.

Numbly she stood, eyes never leaving the treadles of smoke that drifted up into the sky. She took one step foreword. Then another. Noko couldn't believe it. Wouldn't! There was no way the blast had come from Saru City, right? There was just no way. Red tears welled up at the corner of her eyes, sliding slowly down her face and dropping onto his coat. She had stopped, frozen and silent. Sujest... Boa... They were gone. Everyone was gone.

"Everyone's dead..." Her voice was the tiniest of whispers. She wasn't even aware she spoke aloud.

"Everyone's dead... everyone's dead... And it's all their fault!!!" she yelled, her words ending in a scream. The numbness left her. Her body felt hot, murderous rage coursing through her. She wanted them dead. Each and every being who had DARED step foot on Vegeta this day. Every creature with blood on their hands. And she would start with the creatures who attacked her. Hands balled into fists, a stream of ki flowed down from her right hand, coiling onto the ground in a whip. With a flick of her wrist, the thing snapped loudly against the ground.

"The beings who attacked us before, they'll be here soon, correct?" she asked the Saiyan man. She turned to him. Her eyes were cold, hard as steel and narrowed dangerously. A wind blew by them, her braid dancing softly in the wind and the edge of his duster lifting slightly. Noko was beyond feeling sad for those who had died. she was past the shock and the numbness. She wanted to kill them, wring their necks until their bodies still beneath her.

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The beads of sorrow rolled free of his chin, falling upon his armor. All that remained of his WTO days, the simple chest piece was stained by more blood and tears then Sohko could bear to remember. All the cleaning in the world did little for the saiyan’s guilty eyes; for he still saw the stains, forever tainting the armor as does it its wearer. This was the first time, however, that it was his tears which fell upon its weathered plating. If only he could wash away the haunting stains.

“Everyone’s dead…”

The whisper, ever so soft, caught Sohko’s ear, albeit barely. In a quick, low key, movement the saiyan wiped the damp trails away with one of his gloved hands. He peered over his shoulder at the girl just as she went to continue.

“Everyone’s dead… Everyone’s dead… And it’s all their fault!!!”

The scream broke both Sohko’s daze as well as the trance her eyes had place upon him. The red tears whose origin confused the swordsman were now gone. Sadness turned to anger and her fury was palpable, as well as righteous. Then it became tangible as her ki began to harden into the form of a whip. Pulling its coiled form from the ground with a quick wrist snap, which also brought it back in the same fluid motion with an audible crack, smashing apart the arid earth where it hit. Despite everything, ever himself, a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“The beings who attacked us before, they’ll be here soon, correct?”

Now he fully turned, once more to face her as he gaged her state. The wide glossy eyes which had stolen his words were now a squinted sneer, her formerly warm aura now cold as ice. As a strong breeze rushed through them her loose braid fluttered. Instinctively his left hand fell to his side, palm outstretched as he began to gather ki; whether it was a preparation to the upcoming battle or a reaction to the pain in her darkened eyes, Sohko could not even say. The violet pools mixed with red and they begged for revenge; for blood. One might think him put off by such hostility but it did not deter him; rather it invoked his saiyan pride.

“Yes, they are approaching rapidly. I’ll assume you are feeling fighting fit once more given your demeanor. I’ll leave you to deal with the green one then, you two seem to have some unfinished business after all… I only ask that you call to me if you are in serious danger...”

The vigor in her stance emboldened the bladesmith. A woman who truly embodies the saiyan spirit, he thought, and her appeal grew even more. Doubt crept upon him as he thought of Geurin’s presence and that of Zach's newfound might. He in truth did not know if he’d survive this day. Turning in the direction of the approaching ki signatures Sohko kicked the ornate chape of his slightly shorter sheath with adequate force to send his family blade free from its holster and into the waiting hand which hovered just above the scabbard’s throat. Meanwhile his left hand still lay at his side; fingers gnarled with tension, twitching as sparks surged through the gathering energy. However his mind was still uneasy for an image kept pushing to the forefront of his mind; that of an unmarked grave, much like the one on the ice planet where the Icer brothers slaughtered him years ago. He could not let such a fate become him again; yet it was entirely likely that he would never see the light of tomorrow. Half turning his head to the female saiyan, he entrusted her with his cryptic wishes.

“Know that my name is Sohko Masamune and if I should die on this day…”

They were close now; nearly upon them. His left palm crackled with the growing energy while his right hand tightened around katchin katana’s grip. From behind his body Harold the tail snaked out, ready to join the fight, a swirl of translucent ki circling it, approaching its tip and then up. Slowly it began to shift, twisting and materializing through the use of the kenketsuga technique into metal fragments which collected together. Bonding together they began to take shape and the tail wrapped around the forming hilt of an exquisite rapier.

“Bury me with my blades.”

His black aura tore from his skin, a raging wildfire of anger, as he let his inner evil flow through him, turning his hazel pupils jet-black. Golden energy swirled around his shoulder, slowly snaking down his arm and into his contorted hand, fighting through the darkness which ripped from him along its way.

Charge One

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The wind roared past the green pointed ears of Izanagi, his slightly tattered robes flowing in the wind. The very same set of clothing that had been gifted to him from his father on the day of his birth. Just moments after his kill. Oh such a glorious kill it was. Geurin’s secretary stumbling upon his secret birth in a valiant effort to make sure his father was okay. The image of her terror filled eyes as she thought back on her life, her family and everything that she had left behind in this life floated through Izanagi’s mind. Then came the sweetest nectar of the memory appeared. The heat of ki slash tingled in his finger tips even now as he slowly diced the woman into small bits. They say that you never forget your first kill and it was certainly more than true for this sociopath. Izanagi not only remembered his first kill his entire being relished the opportunity to think back on it. When he did his finger tips would tingle like when he used his ki, his tongue would click to the rhythm of her shaking body, her faint whimpering lingering in his ears, the delightful smell of her tears and sweat filled his nose and he could taste the little bit of blood that had gotten into his mouth as if it was fresh once again.

Izanagi was truly a product of his father’s very worst tendencies. Izanagi was brutal to the point that while in Saru City he would chase down little children just to make a point of making it a sport. Their cries of terror were like music to the young Namekian. The sight of parents horribly failing to protect their children made Izanagi shake with the ecstasy of the kill. His mind was truly only designed for one purpose and that was to kill all around him. More times than not he plotted ways to kill of his father, it would keep him entertained for hours on end as his mind ran through every possibility that he could think of. Sometimes it was the idea that somehow Izanagi was able to catch Geurin off guard while at times he thought of turning Zach on Geurin and letting them try to kill each other. Why fight when you can have others do the work for you? His murder fantasies did not just involve his father but also the poor excuse of a black creature flying behind him.

Yami, Izanagi’s half breed of a brother, flew a short distance back with his outstretched wings. His black scaled skin glistened under the intensified heat of this hell that the Saiyan’s called home. His father had insisted on Izanagi and Yami working together to defeat the two Saiyans. Izanagi did not truly understand why seeing as how he could handle the brunette fine on his own. Yami would be perfect cannon fodder to feed the Saiyan until Izanagi could fight him one on one. Surely his brother would be useful enough for that.

However Izanagi’s focus was not on his poor excuse for a brother, his father, the destruction of Saru City or even the Saiyan that had stolen the brunette away from his grasp. His sole focus was on the brunette herself. He could feel her power level rise dramatically even from where he was at. Meaning only one thing, she somehow was able to heal herself and would be ready for him. A sick smile appeared on the Namekian sociopath’s face at the idea. He would be able to crush her once again into the ground and perhaps this time she would be able to put up more of an entertainment than last time. The image of her blood slowly dripping out of her hairline, the popping and cracking of her ribs, the look of pure pain on her face, the scream as the damage was inflicted and the desperate look of defeat in her violet eyes. That was the image that made Izanagi visibly shake out of excitement now. The idea of achieving that image again was far too much for the young Namekian to resist.

Soon the two demon spawn were upon the power signatures. Just like his assumption the brunette had somehow healed herself and no longer showed any signs of damage except in her clothing and undone hair. The pathetic aura of friendliness and kindness was gone. There was only rage now and the cold desire to see death inflicted upon someone. While she could have put off most people by the change in aura’s it only seemed to attract Izanagi to her more. The idea of breaking her killer will was far more motivating of a factor than just crushing a weakling who did not belong anywhere on the field of battle. Izanagi slowly touched down on the scorched terrain about seven strides off. His eyes never once left the brunette; Yami could deal with the male monkey.

“I see you have finally decided that you want to fight,” Izanagi stated mockingly. “I think it may be a little late we have won if you didn’t notice.” Izanagi laughed maniacally as he motioned with his hand towards where Saru City had once stood proudly.

“But have no fear girl…I brought you a memento to always remember what you lost.” Izanagi said as he tossed the head that was located in his hand. It tumbled through the air for a moment before rolling to the base of the brunette’s feet. The hair on the head had become matted in the dried blood from the body of what Izanagi could only assume was her father, the tongue still hung out of the side of the mouth due to a slack jaw, the skin had turned grey and the eyes had become the equivalent of glass marbles with the way they were fogged over. A small blood trail marked where the head had rolled. A warm wind continued to blow at Izanagi’s back from the direction of Saru City as if the Kais wanted the young sociopath to begin.

“Tell me…is that enough of a motivator to not hold back? To come at me with all your strength? Please let me know if it is not because you are not worth my time otherwise! Make this entertaining for me!” Izanagi yelled in a crazed tone as his eyes opened wide and he bore a crazy toothy evil grin. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for a few moments as savored the tension in the air.

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Yami flying through the sky, several feet behind his older brother. The two monkeys had gotten away, but their power signatures had reappeared several miles from the city. Suddenly there was a bright flash behind them, Yami knew what is was from. The monkeys city had been destroyed, their spirits were broken. There was no reason to keep fighting, they had lost. Yami knew this, Izanagi knew this, even father knew this. Now all they had to do was make sure these pests knew it.

"Good, now all we have to do is fix my brothers mess up and we can leave this weak planet. killing people is always fun, but since the city was destroyed the fun is gone. " Yami said to himself making sure his brother didn't hear him.

Yami looked ahead at his older brother, the one who thought he was better then everything and everyone. He just smirked, his brother couldn't even handle taking one simple girl as a hostage. He was enjoying himself to much with her pain to just get the job done. He screwed up, and almost died during the process, which would have brought joy to Yami. He couldn't allow some feeble minded monkey, killing his brother. No, that was going to be his job when the time came to it.

Yami had to focus on the task at hand, killing his brother was going to have to wait. He knew he had to dispose of the two weaklings fast, Yam i had grown tired of this planet. He wanted to go somewhere new, killing more civilians like he had done in the previous city. Hundreds of insignificant people killed at his hands, the blood that ran the streets caused by his hands.

"Hopefully this time brother you can handle that insignificant girl. Unless you want to get saved again, by me or by father." Yami said to himself

Yami knew that his intervention in Izanagi's fight irritated him. The fact that Yami had saved him from dying because he failed to see the sword coming. Then when father stopped his beam from hitting that also had to annoy his brothers pride. These events brought joy to Yami. Seeing his brother aggravated by him being there, brought a smile to Yami's face. Yami despised his older brother, wanted to see him dead along with the others. Right now he was more important to him alive. For now his brother was still of use to him.

Soon enough both Izanagi and Yami descended on their location. There was something different about the girls aura, there seemed to be more rage behind it. It didn't matter, her power signature was still weak, she wasn't the problem. The real problem was the weak minded male monkey that stood next to her.

“I think it may be a little late we have won if you didn’t notice.”

Looking around at the wasteland they found them in "Well at least this place is quieter. Not all those inadequate, crying civilians begging for mercy. At least they are all dead now, finally some peace and quiet."

Yami listened as his brother continued to talk, he wanted to just shut him up. Yami just watched as his older brother threw the head he had been carrying on the ground. He saw the joy in his brothers face as the girl looked at the severed head. Yami knew what his brother was trying to do, maybe this time he could actually win this fight. Yami looked back ad the male monkey and smiled.

"Well I am tired of talking, Izanagi you can fight the girl, as that is apparently all you're capable of given you have already allowed her to escape once. Yami said going into Ascendance.

"Don't fail again, brother." Yami said charging at the male monkey

Now Yami would get the chance to see exactly what this monkey could do. Their last fight got interrupted, but not this time, there was no reason for any distractions. Yami was going to make sure this monkey would know his place. Only one of them was going to walk away from this fight, Yami was going to make sure it was him.

[riika]

Stand up
You've got to manage
I won't sympathize
Anymore

Unfinished business? Yes, she supposed that would be the best way to put it. After all, he had almost killed her moments before, had delighted and helped in the killing of her family, and probably in the blast that destroyed Saru City. She might have a little more reason to hate him than the Saiyan man, but really.... She just wanted him dead. She yearned to spill his blood, to watch as the life left his body. Noko had had these yearnings before. They were violent, filled with rage, and frightening. Many a time back on Nor she had reined it in, keeping it locked away like a beast. But now, now she let her rage flow through her. It was wonderful, a fire spreading through her veins that had her heart pumping and her fists clenching in excitement. Her gaze flickered to the man momentarily as he spoke. Noko cast him a small smile.

"My name is Noko, and lets not bury ourselves already," she said. Her gaze turned away as the beings approached. The one from before had shrunk again, once more no higher than her hip. He had something in his hand, but Noko paid it no mind at the moment. Like him, her eyes were fully fixed on the killer before her. Pure hatred and rage flew through her. It was...exhilarating! Freeing! And sweet as sugar.

"If you think destroying one city means you've won, you're dead wrong," she seethed out, clenching her ki whip harder. Quietly, she forced her arm to relax. It would do no good if she tensed up. Her movements would be stiff, sloppy, and slow. Noko didn't have a lot of experience fighting someone to the death, or even fighting them seriously. Her first and only real fight had been minutes ago. But,, she was a quick learner. She had to relax and let her body move naturally if she wanted to defeat this creature. He had proven to be slower than her. While she zipped around him, he stayed mostly in one spot, using his telekinesis to attack her when small, and his stronger, yet slower, body when he was larger.

Suddenly, he tossed the dirty thing in his hand over to her. Time seemed to slow. Her eyes were locked on the object, her mouth slowly opening into a silent o as she recognized it. It was a head. A Saiyan head, cut cleanly from the body. A body Noko knew to be laying in Saru City, chest completely crushed, a beer bottle still in hand. At least, if the body hadn't been obviated by that blast. As the head came to a rest at her feet, Noko stared into the glassy coal eyes. No light was in them, no life left. The head was grotesque. The eyes were open wide in terror, the mouth slack-jawed as if it couldn't believe what had happened. Noko stood there, staring into the eyes of the man she had tried to call 'father'. The man who had birthed her, abandoned her, and cursed her. She was dimly aware of the creature speaking, goading her own. Noko shut her eyes, taking a calming breath. He wanted a fight? Fine.

He better be ready.

In a suddenly, split-second movement, Noko's eyes flew open and she snapped her whip back. Fluidly, she snapped it foreword at the creature, hoping to catch him off guard. She didn't yell, didn't cry out. She didn't sob, didn't frown. Her mouth was drawn into a determined line, her eyes cold and steely. No, she was ready to fight, and she'd be damned if she was beaten so easily again. As soon as her first attack ended, she snapped her arm the other way, the whip whistling back toward the creature to try and catch him a second time.

You're on your own now
We won't save you
Your rescue squad
Is too eshausted

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Utilizing his peripherals Sohko saw the smile, small and short-lived, yet no less radiant and warming.

"My name is Noko, and let’s not bury ourselves already."

After stating her name the remainder of the words became static to his ears. Noko, he thought, how beautiful. Name of a true saiyan and fitting for a warrior, he continued, which surely had little to do with the fact that her name was similar to his own. Then the two creatures were upon them, landing less than ten steps away.

“I see you have finally decided that you want to fight. I think it may be a little late we have won if you didn’t notice.”

The twisted green munchkin wasted little time gloating over his atrocious acts. Beside him the girl’s ki fluctuated, a natural response to her fury. A passing glance revealed to him her knuckles were white from clutching the whip she formed from her own energy.

"If you think destroying one city means you've won, you're dead wrong.”

Her adamancy elicited only a crazed cackle from her obsessive tormentor. Meanwhile his burnt companion seemed aloof, surveying the surrounding as if he was out for a stroll. His candor made Sohko’s blood simmer.

"Well at least this place is quieter. Not all those inadequate, crying civilians begging for mercy. At least they are all dead now, finally some peace and quiet."

His insidiously relaxed assessment made the saiyan’s eye twitch and nostrils flare but he held himself steady, instead focusing his righteous hatred into the amassing energy.

“But have no fear girl…I brought you a memento to always remember what you lost.”

The vertically challenged namekian’s voice broke the saiyan’s glare and bringing his eyes back to him he noticed it just before he tossed it. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed it before, given that it was the equivalent to an eight year old with a soccer ball; hard not to spot. It rolled to her feet, revealing cold dead eyes under a mess of hair.

“Tell me…is that enough of a motivator to not hold back? To come at me with all your strength? Please let me know if it is not because you are not worth my time otherwise! Make this entertaining for me!”

The menacing midget cackled like a crazed hyena, revealing a sharp toothy grin. Shock dominated Noko’s features but it slowly turned into a straight, solid face. Sohko could see the fury in her eyes and knew that the emerald child was in for more than he had bargained for. Should he gain the upper hand though, the saiyan swordsman would gladly step in; he yearned to pound him into a green puddle. Punching that smug look off his face would bring him endless pleasure.

"Well I am tired of talking, Izanagi you can fight the girl, as that is apparently all you're capable of given you have already allowed her to escape once. Don't fail again, brother."

The obsidian monstrosity charged the bladesmith’s position, his full power behind the bull rush as he was once again engorged with bulging muscles. It was a perfect opportunity to evade and counter attack, but Sohko wasn’t finish collecting energy; Not quite yet. Instead he gathered his strength into his neck and shoulders; the muscles becoming tense, eager to show the fiend a saiyan’s just wrath.

“A game of chicken huh?”

Opening his stance and repositioning his feet, the saiyan got in form to allow the most support for what he had planned. Casting an eye to the left, he saw the elegant Noko attempting a double strike on her infant sized opponent. Bringing his gaze forward, Sohko once more found himself staring into the dead eyes of his rapidly approaching opponent. Feet away from collision Sohko clenched his teeth as his onyx aura surged. Just as he came within reach, the tailed warrior pulled his head back for a split second before throwing all his focused strength into a decimating head butt.

At the moment the two skulls connected time stood still. The calm was unceremoniously stalked by the storm as the sheer impact of the blow created a shockwave, sending a gust of wind and cracks through the dried earth in all directions from the point of impact. The sheer force of the prepared attack, and given that Sohko was almost double his opponent’s power level, would certainly send the raven assailant hurtling back through his own path, before eventually tumbling end over end in a cloud of dust after making contact with the dirt. When he finally came to rest, he would no doubt find himself with a fractured skull and a hellacious headache. Unclasping his jaw, Sohko spoke, his words steady and dripping with righteous malice.

“Shall we call that a tie?”

Meanwhile his right hand and tail grips tighten around the hilts of their respective swords and the energy collecting in his left palm grew larger and larger…

CHARGE 2

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The shimmering whip cracked through the air violently before lashing across the right side of Izanagi’s face into his left shoulder and then the process was repeated except this time on the left side of his face. Izanagi did not try and move out of the way of the attack. Rather he embraced it whole heartedly. Her reaction was sweet nectar to the perverted mind of the munchkin Namekian. Then came the feeling of something slowly rolling down either cheek of Izanagi, the liquid was thick and seemed to cause his smooth green skin to stiffen from the residue it was leaving behind. Slowly Izanagi placed his fingers to his right cheek. With just a dab of his finger tip he moved his hand in front of his face to take a look at what was there. His finger tip was covered in a purple liquid that he recognized as his own blood. Izanagi briefly rubbed his finger tips together testing the composition of it. A curious face adorned Izanagi’s head as his tongue darted out and tasted his own blood. Then a smile grew as the idea of something more entertaining fight than before entered his twisted mind.

“Very well, I see that you did not quite reaction I wanted…” Izanagi trailed off as he shrugged off a layer of his own clothing. His heavy weights fell to the ground with a thud as Izanagi cracked his neck all while not meeting the Saiyan’s eyes.

“This will be much better than I expected!” Izanagi cackled as his head snapped up meeting her eye. His eyes were crazed as he envisioned all of the despicable things that he wanted to do to the young girl. The world could be ending around him and Izanagi would not have noticed what was going on. The only thing in the entire universe at that given moment was to enjoy destroying this girl’s will to fight quickly slowly and viciously. He was going to make her wish that she had the grace to have been obliterated by Zach’s magnificent blast.

Izanagi opened and closed his hands a couple of times as his body adjusted to the freedom to move at top speed once again without going into his giant form. This girl was going to be in for a surprise at the unsuppressed power of the devil’s spawn. But first he was going to mess with her mind a little more. Psychological warfare was honestly one of the few art forms that has always been overlooked.

“Three little monkeys sitting in a tree, all singing ‘Can you see me?’ Then came the green man with a big smile. And the monkeys thought it would be fun to throw a dung pile. The first one exploded from a quick blast, the green man had clearly done this in his past. The second one tried to be a hero swinging down from way up high, the green man broke his neck right there in the sky. The third little monkey cowered as the green man flew, if he didn’t know better he had thought the monkey had soaked her clothes through. With a smile the green man sang ‘Don’t worry little monkey you are going to be fine’, the green man paused and then said ‘Your skin will make a good coat of mine.’ The little monkey thought she would be strong and attacked the green man, but oh was she wrong. A laugh echoed out of the green man, with a cackle in his voice he spoke ‘Into the fire from the frying pan.’ With some final words the green man did speak…” Izanagi cooed in a taunting manner at the Saiyan girl.

Suddenly using his telekinesis he launched himself at incredible speed that the girl had only seen from Izanagi when he was in his giant form. He stopped only a few inches from the girl’s face with annunciating each word he spoke.

“Let’s see what you can do with me at my peak.” He stared into the Saiyan girl’s eyes looking for any hint of fear. To his surprise there was nothing there except for anger which while was enjoyable was not what he had intended for.

Izanagi drifted backwards till there was about a foot in between the two. He did not even notice the slight movement but just continued with what he was planning. A small ball of ki began to form at the tip of Izanagi’s finger that was directed at the woman’s stomach. With a slight whisper filled with the ecstasy he was feeling, “Death beam.”

The beam of energy shot out from his finger towards the girl. If it connected the attack alone would not prove to be fatal but left untreated she would bleed out on the Scorched Plains left for the buzzards to feast on. If she counter attacked Izanagi was ready to dance away from any attack easily.

[Zach]

{Ok bitc#es. You're all dragging your feet on this one. I was originally going to wait until Gurin's brats start getting their collective butts kicked, but being caught in limbo waiting between two topics for weeks now, I'm getting bored. Giving you guys one more day before Zach crashes your little glacier party and starts breaking the ice. {See what I did there?}}

[ammy]

(We aren't dragging our feet, Zach. And I would appreciate it if you didn't crash our topic. If you're bored, start up another thread.)

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Yami was charging at the Monkey, hoping to tackle him away from the fight with his brother, so there would be no interruptions. He knew that the monkey saw him coming, but that didn't matter it had worked once before, so perhaps it would work again. As the obsidian creature flew through the air gaining more and more ground on the dark haired Saiyan. Yami wanted to know what a actual Saiyan could do, cause all the ones in the town were pathetic, and weak.

“A game of chicken huh?”

”A game? Does this Saiyan think that this fight is some kind of game? He needs to take things serious, maybe that’s why we have eradicated their race so easily. Come on Monkey lets see what you can do.”[/i]

Yami, was now closer to the Saiyan, when he noticed him bring his head back and thrust it forward. Their skulls collided, the impact sent a shock-wave across the Scorched Plains. Yami was immediately sent flying back past his brother and further from their original landing. Tumbling across the ground he was eventually able to catch himself, and return to his feet. He was surprised, underestimating the combatant's power level. Yami looked at where everyone was and could tell the male fighter was double his power. This was something that Yami was going to have to work with, Maybe the Saiyan's concern for the girls saftey would give Yami an advantage.

Yami brought his hand up to his head ,brought it back down to see blood on it. It appeared that the two crashing skulls, cut Yami's head open. This was nothing, nothing but a small cut, nothing to be proud of. This little wound wasn't going to slow him down, not in the least bit.

”Well a frontal assault isn’t going to do anything. Lets try something else then shall we.”

Yami lifted off of the ground and flew straight back to the battle field, he noticed his brother and the female fighting, but that was no concern to him. Yami focused back on the male warrior who still had energy storing in his hands. Yami built a silver Kienzen disk in his hand and launched it at the male monkey. Yami knew that this wasn’t going to do anything to the monkey, with the power signature difference it was only a mere distraction.

”Come on monkey block the attack like I know you are going to. You weak minded fool, certainly you are going to be distracted by the female, her safety is important to you isn’t it?”

Yami quickly began to charge up silver ki orbs in both of his hands, the orbs quickly began to solidify. Yami began to throw the orbs at the male combatant; several orbs surrounded the fighter, taking their designated spots. Yami smiled down at the Saiyan, his Hellzone Grenade ability was his strongest move. He wanted to see how the monkey would react to the disc and to the many imploding ki grenades. Hoping that it would make the fighter release the ki he was storing in his hands.

”Come on Saiyan attack! I have to time to play games with you. Let’s get this over with so I can leave this forsaken planet.”

Yami watched as his silver ki orbs began to grow, a little and start to implode on the Saiyan. He didn’t think this was going to kill the Saiyan, but was hoping to cause damage so the Saiyan would focus on the fight in front of him. Also waiting for him to release his energy. Yami, still flying would begin to circle around the Saiyan making it harder for him to hit whatever attack he was charging up. Yami couldn’t just rush at him, that was foolish and was already proven to be a lost cause.

[Geurin]

The ground shakes even at such a long distance, and light illuminates the area. Something has happened, and the energy being emitted is to great to ignore.

The pillar of light, tall enough to be seen from half of the planet away, and strong enough to be felt throughout its entirety.

(Make sure to note this in your future posts)

[riika]

Without blinking an eye, the creature took her attack head on. He didn't blink, didn't move. In fact, as the blood seeped from his wounds, he almost seemed to enjoy it! As he tasted his own blood, Noko stepped back, fresh fear welling up inside of her. She had known this creature was mentally unhinged, that had been obvious from the start. But now... Now she knew that he far surpassed anything she had imagined. She took yet another step back as he shrugged off his clothes, a layer of dirt proofing around them. All at once, Noko felt his power rise. Up and up until it nearly reached her own. But from what she knew of their first fight, that could go up in a instant.

The creature confounded her. She was about to launch another attack when he began rhyming? Just what kind of madness was this? He seemed to be telling a story. About monkeys and a green creature? It was obvious he meant Saiyans and himself, though his rhyming and story telling was horrible. But quality storytelling or not, it assured Noko of one thing. This guy had one, if not all, of his screws loose.

"If you're trying to creep me out, it's not working!" she yelled at him, lying through her teeth. Daggers of ki formed in her hand just as the creature flew foreword. She stepped back, throwing her daggers as she head two chilling words leave his mouth.

"Death Beam."

The next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion. Her eyes grew wide as he shot a beam of ki directly at her stomach, only a foot or two away. She twisted, falling to the ground. For seconds, Noko thought she had avoided the blast but when her hand found her stomach, warmth met her. She looked down only to see crimson blood seeping from her stomach, staining her green tunic a dark red. Noko lay there as pain erupted from her stomach, shock dulling it. As blood continued to pool from the wound, she gritted her teeth, pressing her arm against the wound as she struggled to stand. There was no way in hell she was going to lay down dead for him this easily.

"You're...going to regret that..." she hissed through gritted teeth. Just as she stood, ki daggers glinting in her hand, the ground shook beneath her feet. Down to her knees she went with a gasp, eyes going to the pillar of light coming from where Saru City once stood. a feeling of immense dread filled the young girl and one thought ran through her mind.

What fresh hell was this?