[Taikaishita Nitaiyo: Battle under two suns]

[Rensou Hiruen]

The stadium was perfect!

The walls had been rebuilt with blocks cast from the sands of Vegetasei, and plastered in with the sweat and blood of hundreds of Saiyan workers whom had struggled to meet the deadline! Like the great race they were, the men and women of the Empire had risen to the challenge and emerged victorious. Banners hung from the walls, displaying the red crest of the Saiyan army on a black background which gave the entirety of the outer walls the ability to instill suspense and excitement!

The crowd was roaring!

The seating was at maximum capacity, filled to the brim and nearly overflowing with Saiyan and alien spectators alike. Signs littered the crowd, plastered with the names of popular fighters: many were former gladiators, murderers fighting for a dime. The competition would be fierce, but inside the locker rooms the true warriors resided: the fighters whom had been inducted or had expressed sincere interest in joining the cause of the King Boliko Koregutsu. The walls were shaking with chants and the blasting music and pyrotechnic effects exploded around the ring.

The competition was fierce!

Many fighters had been deemed worthy of facing each other in honorable combat, and each and every one had been informed of the rules. They made their way to the huge ring of whitened tiles, and when the combat began they were faced with a multitude of ways to win and lose: if they left the ring, they lost, and vice-versa: if they pushed their enemies from that very ring, they won. If they fell unconscious, they lost. If an official deemed their opponent unable to continue safely, they won. Killing of the opponent was forbidden, but accidents would be investigated and most likely pardoned. . .other than that, there were no rules.

The announcer took the center of the ring, surrounded by twelve warriors.

“Welcome to the new and improved Saru Arena, ladies and gentlemen!” he roared, before offering a slight pause.

“It is my pleasure to present to you the Taikaishita Nitaiyo! The Battle under Two Suns! We have an excellent lineup of fights for you this afternoon, folks, so go and grab a bottle of Bardock's Best and a raptordog while I take a moment to thank our sponsors: Elastitech, Podinc, and the Saiyan Electronics Company! Can I get a round of applause for the fortunate souls who made this all possible!?”

The crowd, of course, cheered.

“And now, without further ado I'd like to introduce you to the fighters, twelve in all, but only six will advance to the next round, three to the semifinals. . .don't fret, ladies and gentlemen, we're going to bring back a fighter who fell in the preliminaries by your vote to round out the semis! Finally, two advance to the finals for a chance at the grand prize of 8,000 zeni!”

Second place would receive half of that amount.

“Will it be. . .”

“Tsuken Hiruen, the son of the former champion of Saru Arena, Rensou Hiruen!?”

“Saj from the planet Arshok, a member of our great empire?”

“Basna, the greatest Namekian to grace the galaxy?!”

“Kunass, another Namekian whom has called Vegeta his home since his exile?”

“Brandon Potter, the mysterious warrior from the cosmos?”

“#219, an android Saiyan whom has served the military faithfully?!”

“Ericnox, the winged warrior?”

“Shuko Kaigutsu, the giant Saiyan!?”

“Yuumaru Mori, one of Vegeta's finest?”

“Jurek of Niwa!?”

“Tomatah, another Saiyan specimen?”

“Or Geerok of Marvok-4?”

The preliminary rounds passed quickly, as Tsuken Hiruen knocked Geerok out cold in the opening seconds of the first bout. Saj was no match for Brandon, whom weilded a morphing gun with great success, eventually causing the medical team to call an end to the match. Basna knocked Shuko from the ring with ease after toying with him for an extended time, giving the spectators a show. Yuumaru reigned victorious in the battle of flesh versus machine, rendering #219 incapable of continuing the fight. Ericnox drew a verbal submission from Jurek as he was about to issue the final blow, but the winged warrior heroically withdrew his assault in a show of honor. Tomatah used his mastery of his signature energy attack to repeatedly sever the limbs of the Namekian Kunass from his body, and after repeated regenerations, the Namek finally fell, his hand tapping three times against the white tiles which were covered in blood by this point.

A team swept in to clean the ring as the victorious fighters returned to their designated waiting areas around the ring, eager to learn whom they would face next. Finally, the announcer landed in the center once again.

“The next round is sure to be amazing, ladies and gentlemen! Ericnox faces Tsuken Hiruen! Yuumaru Mori will go head to head with Tomatah! Basna and Brandon Potter will match wits and might!”

The next round would commence immediately, with the losers of their respective battles being entered into a voting process which would bring one particularly promising warrior into the semifinal round.

[This thread also serves as the non-combatants thread, so, if you wish for your character to be a part of watching the tournament, please reply here. Tournament entries, your fight threads will be unlocked tomorrow. Remember, one of the losers of the first round will be voted into the semifinals, so roleplay hard!]

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“Greatest Namekian to grace the galaxy, huh?” he thought, thinking back to that moment when they were all announced and greeted. Twelve fighters, and six were left –with another down for the count. “More like the nicest…” he joked. He had played with his opponent, Brandon, just like his previous, except this time he almost lost a limb. Basna immersed himself in the silence as body and tissues were repaired by the magical green liquid that covered his entire body.

He could feel his ankle repairing and the burn mark on his hand had already vanished. His eyes were back in full health and he took this moment to rest for a while. He had an hour. One hour, and it was back in the ring. He would snooze until then. But his mind refused to shut down. His antennae twitched. Presently he was in a sleeping state, but he was constantly analyzing and spectating the fights in his head.

“Tsuken, huh?” he thought. What was this feeling he was experiencing? His hand was actually shaking as the child floated a foot from the ground and pronounced the name of his technique. Basna could hear it as clear as if he were out there in the audience with his big pointy ears and he could pretty much see what was happening telepathically with his antennae with continued to twitch periodically. To think, the child was even a bigger threat than the Yuumaru. He could only imagine how powerful the child would become; he only thought about how he would become an obstacle to his greatness. How is it possible that he must compete with a child? Was he that weak? –Or was Tsuken that great?

The proud namekian clenched his fist. Any moment now, he was to fight either Yuumaru or Tsuken and none of them were an easy fit. He reminisced about his previous spar with the blue haired saiyan –something that would help him during his potential rematch. The most troublesome technique to Basna’s knowledge was that weird wave that pulsed throughout his body and targeted his organs. If Basna wasn’t careful, he would be crippled under the power of the saiyans and deemed unfit to continue the match.

“No,” he assured himself. His opponents were fierce, but he was just as gruesome. Basna would not allow his resolve to be shaken by these monkeys. He would prove to them all that he is the best –and will be better than even their mighty King Boliko.

The green liquid from the rejuvenation tank began to exit and the glass opened. Basna landed off the machine fully healed and ready for more. He would watch this fight with his own eyes. He glanced at the tank next to his, where Brandon had been laying and recovering from their battle. He smirked with an audible scoff and walked away.

[brandon007]

"Im alive... But I have failed... Even my...counterpart failed... Perhaps I am not fit to be a prince..." Brandon thought, as he was drifting on the edge of consciousness in the rejuvenation tank. He had no idea where he was, but last he remembered, he was being crushed by a giant Namekian.

The fact that his brain was still processing thought meant that he was fairly alive, but where was he? He had no idea. His body refused to move, and he didnt have the strength to open his eyes yet, but he felt he was floating in something. Gooey, whatever it was.

"Well, since I lost, I guess Im outta the tournament... Well, if I get voted to return..." He thought, thinking that there was a second chance for anything if the circumstances were right.

But he felt odd, floating around in something he didnt know, but he had an idea what it was...Basna ate him!....That, or the Saiyans stopped the fight, and he was in the medical wing. He had no idea.

[ammy]

She had been watching the battle, every minute of them. After all, these were the people that were going to help protect her people, protect her home. She had to know just how well they could fight, just how well prepared they were. One fight had finished, Brandon vs. Basna. She had been only slightly surprised to find the strange boy here. It seemed that they were meeting up in all kinds of strange places as of late. But of course, he didn't know she was here, and she didn't plan on revealing that anytime soon.

The woman in question stood out greatly among the Saiyans, almost as much as the lanky human boy or the green-skinned Namekian. While she was humanoid in appearance, the sameness stopped there. Her hair was a dusty blond and her eyes a starting blue with a ring of bright silver around the edges. She wore not a bit of amour, but an olive green dress with no sleeves and a skirt that went a couple inches above her knees. A long, black vest was on top and black boots graced her feet. She did have a tail, though where the Saiyan's had brown monkey tails, her's was a dusty blond and similar more to a wolf's.

So when she came to the doors of the medical bay, the two guards outside of it parted, recognizing her instantly. She was Princess Amaranth Rixior, ally of the SSE and guest of their King. She walked in, the guards shutting the door behind her. The two fighters were before her, floating in tanks. Rejuvenation tanks, she believed they were called. Some of the doctors on Nor had been trying to persuade her to purchase some to study not too long ago.

Amaranth continued on, stopping in front of Brandon's tank. He too, had impressed her. The boy had gotten stronger since their meeting on Kold. He had lasted much longer than she believed he would have, despite fighting a towering creature many times stronger than he. Reaching out, Amaranth lay a hand on the glass before her. She closed her eyes and as she did so, a warmth spread through her body and into her hand. A soft red glow drifted slowly from her hand to Brandon, moving over a few of his more severe wounds and helping to speed them along.

Taking a deep breath, Amaranth righted herself and went to the door. Pausing, she looked over her shoulder at the fighter once more before leaving, a bit more tired out than when she went in. She would be looking foreword to the next fight, and Brandon's possible one too.

[brandon007]

As Ammy's energy flowed into Brandon, helping out his worst wounds, the exchange snapped his brain into overdrive. "Whats going on? I feel...Warm..." He thought, as his body finally managed to move, as his eyes slowly opened.

But the only thing he saw, was the door to the medical bay. Obviously, whoever helped him had just left right before his eyes opened. But to his surprise, he saw that he was floating in a lab somewhere, a medical lab. "The hell?!" he said to himself in his head, as he saw tubes attached to his body. Full knowing what he was, and guessing as to what was going on, He was either being healed, or studied. And he wouldnt have being studied on, since he knew what he was capable of if he was angered too much, or put in any situation that inspired a strong negative feeling.

He quickly calmed himself, as he knocked at the tubing that held the liquid in. And as if the tube was sensitive to pressure, the liquid drained out, and the rest of the tubing that was attached to him disconnected, and the door opened.

Feeling no strength in his legs yet, Brandon stumbled out of the tube, and onto the floor. "Ow..." He said as his face hit the floor. He had no idea how long he was out for, but it was long enough for him to notice that all his wounds sustained in the battle were pretty much healed up, except for the major wounds which were still present, but they were mostly gone.

He crawled up onto his feet, and saw a bench nearby that had his old clothes, which were repaired. He sat on said bench, and wiped the gooey substance off of him. Once he was cleaned off, he put his clothes back on and sighed. "Well, Im not dead. Which is a good thing... But I wonder who it was that helped me..." He asked himself, as he looked down to his wrist computer, fearing it was either removed, or damaged.

But much to his surprise, it was fine, and his weapon capsule was in the pocket of his pants as well. Nothing was stolen from him. "Good... I guess I can leave... Though, I might of been taken outta the oven too early." He said, as he examined his remaining wounds. They werent too bad, but they were well on their way to healing perfectly. "Eh, Monkey Tech... I guess they werent prepared to deal with a Darkling Hybrid, but they did good enough."

[Rensou Hiruen]

The announcer took the center of the ring once again.

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The preliminaries had concluded, and the crowd was hushed to await the next set of bouts to be decided. Already they had seen great contest from each of the individuals whom had tossed their skill and grit into the winds, and a few had seen glory, while others had suffered honorable defeat. Each fighter had warred with every beat of their heart, and there was little shame in losing to the pinnacles of might that had ascended into the next bracket.

The announcer cleared his throat as he listened intently to the matchmaker through the scouter channel, and then began to unveil whom would face whom in the semifinals of the Taikaishita Nitaiyo. . .

“Basna faces Ericnox, ladies and gentlemen! ! !”

The announcer nodded as the matchmaker gave him specific instruction, and more words began to pour from his mouth. “Ladies and gentlemen, Saiyans and Alien alike. . .how would you like to choose which of our fallen warriors advances to the next round?” He offered, and the crowd went absolutely wild at the thought.

“Who here wants to see Brandon Potter return to the ring to face Yuumaru Mori?!” The crowd went absolutely wild, Saiyan and aliens alike standing with their fists in the air as they roared out their support and wishes to see Brandon Potter have another chance. The man had been an entertaining spectacle, and had fought to the very last against more powerful opponent.

“. . .and how about the son of General Hiruen, Tsuken!?” Again the crowd sounded out, crying out with Saiyan pride as they clapped and jumped up and down in the stands in support of the young one whom had won the heart of each and every man and woman present.

The support was nearly identical!

“One more time for Brandon Potter! I can't hear you!” Requested the announcer, and the supporters of Brandon Potter redoubled their screams to see him to the arena once again!

“One more time for Tsuken Hiruen! Everything you've got!” Once again, every Saiyan and many aliens in the arena shouted out their love for the Saiyan child.

“It's settled then! Tsuken Hiruen returns to the field against Yuumaru Mori!”

[brandon007]

Brandon stopped in his tracks, as he listened to the announcer. Now was the time of truth, the time to see if he was to get back into the fight. But when he found out the Generals own son was picked over him, he gave a sigh. "Figures, Saiyans always root more for their own kind." He said as he got up off of his bench.

"Vegeta is no place for someone like me. I dont see the reason why I came here." He added, as he started to walk out of the waiting/Spectators room into the main hall.

"I need a fucking drink..." He said, as he walked out of the arena building, looking for a bar to get a drink before he left Vegeta to go to Earth.

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Basna gasped. He had not expected for the child to lose. Especially after displaying such great power that even shook the namekian and made him feel like victory was no longer certain. But although the child could be stronger –he has yet to reach such a feat. For the moment, he was still nothing but a kid and the winged warrior proved to be the victor. Regardless, anyone could lose from a ring-out if they’re not careful.

It was surprising though to hear the announcer laid another chance of glory to the two fighters that had lost the match, Tsuken Hiruen and Brandon Potter. The latter would’ve been more beneficial since he had already fought him and won and now knows all –if not most of his tricks. Despite this, it’d also be incredibly boring and Basna wanted the people to see him beat more than just one person. The possibility of fighting the same guy over again was just exhaustingly unfavorable to the green fighter. His screams weren’t needed though as the spectators did well in choosing the child.

Next thing he knows, he’s up against Ericnox, the man who defeated Tsuken. Basna braced himself for this might not be an easy battle, but none-the-less, he would win for it was fate. He smirked. He was given more time to think of a battle plan for his potential next fighter –Yuumaru, whose technique was something to be feared.

(PL)

[Jorlaxl]

Rensou: 850 power level awarded!
Basna: 800 Power level awarded!
Brandon: 500 Power level awarded!
Ammy: 450 Power Level awarded!