[Retribution Angel][SAGA]

[Rensou Hiruen]

“Now, if you really want to test your strength, stay right where you are!” - Prince Vegeta to the monster Cell.

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The arm was shuddering under the pressure, and the cover of clouds had dispersed. Blue skies were all that was above the golden inferno now, but below him, that one so despised had arrived. His cohort, the infamous Geurin, was no where to be seen, but Hiruen had the means to find him. One command, and Ayleen would inform the warrior where the Nam Reikonaga had landed his ship, and like the one below him would be slain by the hand of death outstretched. The mountaintop, one of the few remaining, was already beginning to feel the extent of his wrath as a tornado of dirt, rock, and snow began to swirl around the menagerie of races below.

Certainly, Hiruen had felt a similar power welling within the human. The man appeared calm, but a fire of his own was burning inside –did the fool wish to test his strength against the general of the Saiyan army, the protector of the Saiyan people, those he had slaughtered!? So be it! Rensou Hiruen would settle this here and now, and would never reveal his trump card. The demon that he had felt destroy his city and with it, the life of the girl he had taken as his own, would crumble under his might, eradicated completely! Here and now, the Final Flash would ink the final pages of his final chapter in blood.

The arm could no longer contain the Final Flash, nay, the body itself would have to commit to the channel and containment of the massive energy sparkling out before the outstretched hands. With a quick movement, the straining Super Saiyan extended his arms outward, the burning ball of energy centered just out from his chest as his golden aura continued to funnel strength into the aquamarine ball of destruction. The earth below him and around Zach, Noko, Sohko, Orenji, Drexx, and Ark, was beginning to tear apart, rock by rock as they levitated into the air. A bolt of lightning cut the air behind the son of the Hiruen, slashing into the ground in a beautifully destructive display of power.

If the human did not realize he had needed to stop Rensou Hiruen before, he would now.

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“What?” Rensou whispered, his veins rising beneath his skin and his muscles quivering with his wrath. A demon had approached, but it was only until the Android arrived that Rensou noticed the pair. The Makaioshin floated beside him with a voice that attempted to calm. A sideways glance, and the man recognized whom had asked him to explain what exactly was going on, what was happening. Prince Ryota, of the Demon Galleon, the Saiyan recalled, but no smile played across his lips for a man whom had once paid him a great favor. Neither would there be acknowledgment for Carmine, no. There was too much rage within the Saiyan now, nothing would stop his vengeance, not even those he cared for nor these old allies whom questioned him now.

“You all have to leave, right now! ! ! This man will pay for the Saiyans he's killed!” he roared, aquamarine pools rolling with the pain and pleasure of his killing creation. The hands closed back upon the terrible sphere of energy, a condensed package capable of producing a phenomenal level of destruction should it go unanswered, and this man meant to see it replied to in kind. He had felt the ki of Zach before, and he was feeling it now. This was the bastard whom had destroyed his city, murdered his friends, family and soldiers! This was the man that would answer for crimes committed, here and now, or see his world torn apart just as Rensou Hiruen had!

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERE! ! !”

It would be the last warning delivered.

Rensou Hiruen had prepared himself to aim his weapon towards the murderer below him, the monster that had taken his everything, whether it meant the lives of his allies or not. Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of deaths demanded he destroy him before he had chance to escape his fate, for to not would spit upon the memories of the Saiyan lives lost and the planet destroyed in whatever sick vendetta this human and the Namekian held against his kind. The ends far outweighed the repercussions.

Please, he thought, go, do not remain in my way! For only death followed where the Golden Inferno walked.[/blockquote][/font][/size]

[Charge two.]

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The hologram had flashed before the Majin as he stood in the Prime Minister’s palace. Kazama had seen them before but this one seemed to be one the most advanced versions of it. It almost seemed solid which even in an age of technology was rare. The blue glow from its skin illuminated the semi lit room that Kazama had been standing in. The Majin continued to stare out the window as the hologram spoke.

“Mister… Kazama.” The hologram started and then paused. It seemed to hesitate he was not sure if it was because it did not know how to address him or if he was taken aback by his appearance in either case Kazama could really care less. “There is trouble in the mountains near Victory School. Please meet Zach there at once.” As soon as the words had been spoken the hologram disappeared. In truth Kazama did not know who the hologram was but only assumed that it was someone who had been working for Geurin. Who else would know of his existence outside of the inner circle of the Prime Minister’s knowledge.

“They are here. Finally, we have been waiting long enough.” A voice echoed through the empty room. Kazama did not turn to see who it was for he already knew just by the voice. It was someone he had to deal with over the last several weeks as they battled for control.

The tarred Majin stepped next to Kazama and stared out into the scenery of the city that lay before them. A smile grew across his face as the red Majin tried to ignore him with his will seemingly chipped away instantly. It was just something about the Majin’s presence that made Kazama be on edge. He could only contribute it to the factor that Masu was almost pure chaos. His very figure seethed the deadly aura as his beady red eyes darted over the city. Kazama could feel his desire to destroy everything deep within his chest.

“I never thought I would end up on Earth again. Well I shouldn’t say that. Geurin was in fact supposed to bring me back here before our little fight. You ruined those plans for me. To return to my old stomping grounds, to inflict the damage that I had originally intended to inflict.” Masu snarled as he stared out the window. “Pathetic, this peace. They will soon realize the threat that has come to this planet.”

“I will stop them. I will protect this planet from the destruction that the Saiyans wish to inflict upon it.” Kazama stated back in a monotone voice.

He was not going to be goaded into a fight with the now dead Majin. In fact he was going to remain calm and clear headed. The red Majin finally got the chance to face the man that had left him to die. No doubt he had grown stronger but so had Kazama. The Majin was astronomically more powerful than he was the last time they had seen each other. Years of grueling training had seen to that. No today he would face the one man he had wanted to see for years.

Sohko Masamune.

His mind began to wonder if he had brought the rest of the Protectorate together. He hadn’t seen Drexx, the android from Vegeta, and Orenji, the Namekian, for at least half a decade now. They had been respectable warriors then but there was no telling what they had become. They could have stayed even with his power level or sky rocketed to almost triple that of his. In either case Kazama had no quarrel with them. His only problem was with Sohko and making him pay for what he had done.

“You know they are going to interfere in your fight,” Masu chirped in.

“If they intervene in our fight then I will handle it then. Until that moment comes however the one person I will have any desire to fight is Sohko. If others threaten the planet then I will deal with them as well otherwise. I have no concern with them.” Kazama stated coldly as he turned from the window not addressing Masu what so ever. The figment Masu followed Kazama until they were both standing outside of the mansion. He could feel a mass of power beginning to gather around where the hologram had instructed him to go. The wind had shifted and Kazama could feel the tension in the air starting to build. It was indeed time to act.

Taking a deep breath Kazama tried to clear his mind but much to his chagrin Masu failed to disappear instead choosing to stand awkwardly close to the red Majin. He repeated the process hoping for better results but unfortunately nothing changed. The chaotic Majin continued to eat away at Kazama’s mental stability with his presence.

“So are you going to be leaving me alone during this fight or what?” Kazama asked Masu finally meeting his red beady eyes. What Masu saw in return was only that of hardened steely eyes in Kazama. He was ready for battle and he was ready to level the score with Sohko. Masu let out a cackle and then began to speak.

“I will be around. Directly in your fight, I am not sure yet. Maybe I will show up and help you. Or I may show up and distract you as a way to see you die. Either way I will see you again before the day is done.”

Kazama upon hearing those words did not wait any longer and shot off towards where the mass of power was beginning to form. It would be interesting to see who was gathering and how the fights would devolve upon one another if there were multiple people. Anything could happen and it probably would.

The war had finally arrived.

(Kaz has not arrived to the battle yet however is on his way)

[Orenji]

As Orenji finished explaining everything to Drexx that had happened on Nor. He took a few steps back, He looked into the distance to see a figure approaching the group. Not knowing if it was going to be either Zach or Guerin, Orenji was ready for whoever it was that was approaching them. As the figure got closer, Orenji quickly recognized it as Ark. A wave of relief swept across Orenji, another person to count on in the fight against Geurin and his forces.

”Drexx, Orenji… is everything alright?”

”Ark it is good to see you again”

Orenji leaned into Ark and began to tell him everything that he had just told Drexx. It was better that Ark knew what was going on before he made his choice to fight against Geurin. HE looked around at the people who were standing with him. He had agreed to come to Earth to take out Geurin and Zach, the two responsible for the destruction of vegeta. He had not allied himself with the SSE, he was a member of the Protectorate. Orenji was here to take them out for the safety of Earths people and for the civilians of each and every other planet. Because if Geurin could destroy one Planet with suck ease, what would stop him from doing it again.

Seconds later a hologram appeared before the group, Orenji was confused as to what she hologram wanted, but his question was soon answered. The hologram began to explain to them that they didn’t have the right flight plan, and that they needed to register with the immigration bureau. Orenji just ignored the hologram; his words meant nothing to him.

The group had been on Earth for a bit of time now and no one had shown up to confront them. Orenji decided to bring his attention to the General, the only person he was worried about. His anger had gotten the best of him back on Nor, and Orenji worried he was going to snap here on Earth and try to blow up the planet. The General had lifted in the air and began to charge an attack, this very action made Orenji on edge. Orenji was going to keep an eye on the General for now, the ki charging in his hands wasn’t strong enough to blow up the planet.

Orenji closed his eyes and began to get lost in his own thoughts, if someone hadn’t come here soon enough to tell them where Geurin and Zach were, he was going to find them himself. Out of nowhere Orenji heard someone or something land in front of him. Opening his eyes, he saw a blonde haired, muscular human standing before him. The hair color and facial features reminded him of the small boy that he saw on Nor. Was this the boy’s father? Orenji quickly pushed the question out of his mind as the human began to talk.

“Namekian, I don’t know you.” The human paused “What name do you go by”

Looking the human over ”And I don’t know you human” Orenji looked around to see Sohko’s face filled with anger, this must be the human that destroyed saru city. ”My name is Orenji and you must be the one called Zach. Am I right?

Just after the confrontation with the Human a few more power signatures were making their way towards the group. As the two new faces approached, Orenji didn’t recognize either of them. He didn’t know if they were going to fight with them or against them, but since more people had locked onto their location. Orenji began to stop suppressing his power level, soon enough Orenji was at max power. The two new faces talked, but Orenji just ignored their words. His attention was still on the human that stood before him. But soon enough his attention was brought back to the General.

“You all have to leave, right now! ! ! This man will pay for the Saiyans he's killed!”

With that remark everything became clear to Orenji, the human that stood before him indeed was the one that destroyed the Saiyan city. Orenji quickly activated a barrier around himself, ready for a fight to break out amongst the rag tag group of individuals.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERE! ! !”

Orenji noticed the ki that the General was storing was getting stronger, either his intention was to rid the world of Zach right away or blow up the planet. Orenji didn’t know whether to trust the Saiyan or not. Orenji slowly lifted off of the ground creating distance between him and the Human below. The barrier still activated around him, Orenji looked from the human to the other two that were now below him. Something was going to happen and Orenji was going to make sure no civilians got killed in the process.

”General I am trusting that you aren’t going to blow up Earth, cause if that is your intention then you are going to have a bigger problem on your hands.”

[Ark Ghiest]

Ark made his way over to his two companions, making sure to keep the others within the peripherals of his vision, not completely sure of who these Saiyans were. Drexx and Orenji seemed to be comfortable in their presence so that reassured the human some, but tension filled the air. There was no doubt a reason they had all gathered here and kept their powers suppressed although he knew not what it was.
Moments later the Namekian made it all to clear.

Summing it all up in short, brutal detail Ark learned the planet Vegeta was no more. If his friends words were the truth the very protectors of Earth, those that ruled it and swore to keep it safe had extinguished countless lives. On Namek he had been introduced to the first evil creatures he had ever known in his life, the fiends responsible for the death of a number of Namekians. Another of these monsters had also laid waste to Ancient City, leaving nothing behind but death and destruction. On the distant world such sights had made the humans legs weak, yet the news of Vegeta did not.

It was not that he did not feel for those lost on the home
planet of the Saiyans, but he had not seen it and perhaps his time on Namek had helped him grow, prepared him for the sad truth that monsters lived amongst the stars. Ark did not know the other three that stood with them, but he would offer them his condolences. Turning he begins to open his mouth before a hologram flickers into existence alongside them on the mountain top.

The image appeared to be the holographic representation of a human, just another person Ark was unfamiliar with in the growing gathering. The message sent through the image was one of broken protocols and procedures that the arriving group should have followed when traveling to Earth. The man mentioned refuges, something that he hoped there would indeed be in the coming weeks, but Orenji had already informed him that a new home was not the objective these three Saiyans had in mind.

At that point the most imposing of the three Saiyans lifts from the ground with a few words for the group. At first he had no idea what trust he was asking for, but that was until a sudden change overcomes the man. Seemingly of his own will the warriors hair shifts from its dark black to a golden yellow, his eyes also becoming as blue as the sky he rose into. The change in apperance was unexpected, yet not unique. Glancing at Drexx he had seen the android undergo a very similar transformation back on Namek. Was this some sort of power that they had discovered, learned to control?

Unlike with the androids transformation Ark could sense the incredible rise in power with this one. No sooner had his power reached heights of what he knew Orenji was capable of did his hand extend, his other grasping a hold of his wrist. Although he had never met this man Ark had spent enough time in combat to realize he was preparing some sort of attack. Looking up at the man it had to be some sort of bluff, or attempt to grab attention; why else would he gather such energy when surrounded by allies?

Minutes passed and the Saiyan unleashed no attack, but another did appear. A human joins them on the mountain, and despite the potentially devastating attack the Saiyan was charging, ignores him. Instead he addresses Orenji, asking the Namekian who he was. He spoke as if he knew others of the green skinned race and was surprised to see the powerful Orenji standing amongst this group.

As Orenji finished answer the questions directed at him and speaking his assumption that this man was the same Zach responsible such horrible acts on Vegeta two others arrived. Each offered somewhat light hearted remarks in what could only be an attempt to diffuse the increasingly hostile situation.

Even with the humans relaxed approach and casual address towards Orenji his appearance is the catalyst for a shift in the Saiyan above them. Before he had lifted off the ground with a grin, but that cocky express was gone now and was replaced with one of rage filled determination. The blast that had been a bluff, a beacon to draw his enemies was now a very real threat to those below him, friend and foe alike.

“You all have to leave, right now! ! ! This man will pay for the Saiyans he's killed!”

Despite the anger in his tone he did not seem ready to obliterate all those around his target. If everything Ark had been told was indeed true this Zach had taken much from the blonde haired Saiyan, but did revenge truly solve anything? Of course it offered that feeling of retribution and satisfaction that “justice” had been done. In truth it only fed the cycle, fueled hatred in others that in time would take their own revenge.

It was then that Orenji stepped up; rising up to the power he had shown Ark on Namek. Beings like Orenji were those that stood against these endless tides of vengeance and destruction. His morals and good conscience guided him to do what was right regardless of what the personal cost might be. If these two blonde men where the unstoppable forces that brought destruction to cities and planets, Orenji was the immovable object that would always stand in their way.

Ark trusted his new friends, Drexx just as much as Orenji. To show the faith he held in his new found companions, The Protectorate, the human does not move. The power behind the blast was more than enough to obliterate him and most of the mountain beneath his feet, but he believed, he knew Orenji would not let it be so. Keeping his mouth shut as the Namekian addresses the Saiyan, Ark offers no words to this confrontation. It was true he had come to help, but he had come to help his companions and he would side with them…no matter who they ended up being against.

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Many had come as the tension mounted, growing thicker and more dense with each passing moment. Drexx had arrived moments after his message, bringing with him the one known as Ark. Seeing his oldest living friend brought brief relief to him. Flooding his mental faculties with his ki, he gained a limited telepathy which he used to open a channel between Drexx, Orenji and himself.

“Brothers, last we left one another we decided that we should find ourselves, to better strengthen each our resolves and to the make the Protectorate a dominant force for good. We said that if through our travels that we might find someone worthy of defending the righteous, we should bring them before one another. I see Ark here is your recruit, as Noko Arahara is mine. Although our words are our bond and thus give light to their worth, let today’s events show the pure hearted might that lies within them.”

But things slowly grew worse from that moment. Rensou began gathering energy, his words and mannerisms showing it to be a light to draw the moths to the flames of vengeance. Though intention is flexible, ever changing, and with the arrivals of two unknowns, then finally the emergence of the blonde demon, the General’s intentions grew darker. Sohko could hardly blame him for his fury, for he shared a similar reaction. As soon as Zach appeared, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end and his heartbeat tripled.

“Demon…”

Slipped through his lips, though too silent for many to hear, for only his closest allies would hear it escape. So much rage filled him, every muscle in his body tightening, each pulsing vein making itself well known. He turned instinctively shielding the hand which gripped the hilt of the Masamune from the sight of the blonde. The ease with which he spoke and the cool air about him only further pushed Sohko’s limits, as it did so to Rensou as well. He beckoned for them all to leave Zach’s vicinity, to find safe distance from his fury.

Zach’s own might was amazing, although he had to take the fiery hair which had meant the destruction of his people. The anger became too much, blinding him to even the approaching ki signature which would have thrown him for a mental tailspin. His emotions spilled over, his pupils losing their natural hazel for an all consuming midnight black as his inner darkness took hold. He closed his eyes, imagining the whites of the blonde’s eyes. Opening his eyes, he simultaneously drew his sword and unleashed his strength as a black aura tore from his skin.

Timing was everything as the blonde’s power could easily overwhelm him. For now it was little different than the swordsman’s transformed state, giving him possibly the only chance to bring Zach any harm. In a moment, Zach’s power would be far beyond anything the sorcerer could muster, but for this singular instant, the katchin blade, capable of slicing any being asunder, swung across the being’s midsection hoping for disembowelment.

With a fire burning within his dark coals and his face twisted with anger he’d immediately repositioned the blade, grabbing it with both hands before thrusting it into the well sculpted abs of the human demon, hoping to capitalize on the opening slash to cause as much damage as possible.

“MONSTER!”

Like fire from deep within a dragon’s gullet the word launched from his contorted lips as the sword jutted onward.

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A lot of things happened in a very short time, as was want to happen in the android Drexx’s life. He had landed among the cavalcade of Saiyans and one namekian, and had met a very dear friend he hadn’t seen in a very long time, and one he had seen rather recently. Seeing Sohko brought a wave of relief to the android. He hadn’t known what had happened to him, but seeing him alive and well… it was the best news he had gotten in a long time.

He didn’t know the tough-looking Saiyan or the female one, but he gave each a polite nod. The tough one didn’t seem too much care for him, which Drexx found peculiar, would this man greet another Saiyan so coldly? There was no possible way for him to know Drexx as an android, then the android noticed the scouter and smiled, or perhaps there was. The woman seemed on the verge of attacking him, muscles tensed and ready.

Sohko’s mental connection made it clear that the woman’s name was Noko Arahara, and that he had recruited her into the folds of the protectorate. If Shoko trusted her, then so did Drexx. He gave her a warmer smile than just the curt nod he had given her before. The Protectorate. Together at last after such a long time. But where was Kazama?

Orenji stepped forwards and began to explain to him what had occurred on Nor. Drexx stood listening, nodding when appropriate. He had heard of Geurin before, but the atrocities he and his man Zach had committed caused the Android’s eyes to widen. Vegeta… was… gone? Memories of Benjin and the android’s time on his home planet flooded into his mind. He was immensely saddened by the news, and just a tad angry at Geurin and Zach. Though if Sohko and Orenji said it was true the android took their word for it. They had never lied to him before.

Ark landed shortly after looking at the pair with concerned eyes. Drexx wasn’t sure it was a good idea for the human to have followed after what he just learned. It seemed a war was coming to Earth, and he worried for his friend’s safety. The android gestured for Orenji to tell him the story.

Drexx was surprised when the tough-looking Saiyan shot into the air and turned back to face the earth. What in the world was he doing? The android’s eyes widened when he realized what he was doing? Trust him on this one? He was aiming an attack straight at the Earth, and from what Orenji had just told him it sounded like this was his idea of revenge. Drexx looked all around at those gathered.

Three more men appeared while this was occurring. A blonde teenage human lacking a shirt, and what appeared to be a pirate and a man whom stepped out of a tornado. This was getting weirder and weirder and harder to follow. Drexx didn’t know who was friend and who was foe, but tensions were high and he felt that aggressive actions could be taken by any at any moment. He was glad for Sohko and Orenji’s presence. Then the one coming out of the cyclone addressed the blonde teenager by name. Zach.

So this was Geurin’s man and destroyer of Vegeta, at least coconspirator. Drexx knew this situation was worse than he had thought. Gathered here were all the elements necessary to end the Earth, and each and every one of the men gathered was holding a match to the powder keg.
The ground around them began to rise up, the power from Rensou’s attack altering the gravity around the gathered group. This was a bad situation gone worse, evident from the Saiyan’s reaction to Zach’s arrival. Rensou roared a warning to the gathered group. Then another, louder, angrier. Drexx looked back and forth from the human to the Saiyan. The war had arrived.

Orenji’s power flared to maximum and the Namekian rose into the air, it seemed he would try and talk sense into the Saiyan, but Drexx doubted it would work. Saiyan’s weren’t known for their calm demeanor and the wild look in Rensou’s eyes told him that this one was even farther lost in the throes of madness.

The Sohko launched forwards with his sword, intent on killing the blonde human. Drexx was too stunned to react, had he just watched his friend get his vengeance? Did this end the war as suddenly as it had begun? No… for where was Guerin? Where was the Namekian who was pulling the strings? And what was going to happen next?

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(This is a one time post that only Noko can hear telepathically. Resume to old posting order after this as Izanagi will not be returning to this thread)

The gathering of energy was hard to miss at this point. There were several energy signatures that Izanagi did not recognize mixed among the few that had arrived to the battlefield. He could feel and hear the monkey general being a fool. He thought that he was going to win this encounter but the Namekian knew better. His father had disappeared to finish his own training. Something no doubt the monkey was unaware of because if he was he would have gone on the offensive to track him down. That was his mistake however and no doubt he would live to regret such an action. But Izanagi was not interested in him or any of the others particularly. No amongst all of the power signatures that had gathered he could feel the woman that he had tormented on Vegeta.

The young sociopathic child snickered to himself as he imagined the torment that he had inflicted on the woman. All of the pain of allowing her to survive the destruction of Vegeta had eaten at the back of Izanagi’s mind. He did not like leaving things unfinished and allowing the woman to slip away from his grasp really stuck in his craw. So much so that he was praying that she would make the mistake to return to battlefield where no doubt she would hope to fight him. But he was not stupid enough travel to the mountains where his desire would be thwarted by the various fighters there. No instead he would lure her to him.

Due to his mind being more advanced than most on the planet he had discovered that he had a gift for telepathy like his father before him. He had been working to try and refine it from what he currently had at his finger tips already. Days upon days were spent as he mental bore his way into the minds of prisoners perfecting his telepathy. Izanagi had finally reached a level that he was satisfied with; consequently it happened to be just days before the arrival of their visitors from the SSE. But once again Izanagi could care less about them. He wanted the woman, after that he would deal with the others. So with a little focus he wormed his way into the woman’s mind.

“Hello my dear. Welcome to Earth. How very nice of you to return to help me finish what I had originally started back on Vegeta. You remember don’t you all that destruction?” Izanagi spoke telepathically. Images of the ruins of Saru City would begin to fill her mind displaying the bodies strewn across the ground and blood ran in the streets. “You remember the look on your loved one’s faces correct?” Images of her father crushed beneath ruins, his decapitated head later tossed at her feet, her friends dead in their own home with looks of horror on their face. “Do you still feel the pain as I crushed your bones and dragged you through the ground? Do you remember the way you were helpless at my feet?” The pain would fill her body as she remembers back to the torment he put her through. “I am here. I have a ring that you may be interested. I am ready for round three, how about you?” Izanagi goaded inside of the females mind. “I will show you where I am. I invite you to come and visit so that way we can catch up. I will be waiting.” An image path was laid out in the woman’s mind leading all the way back to Noko. It was her turn to come to him and no doubt she would.

She wanted vengeance just like every other Saiyan that had shown up on Earth. They wanted blood and the young Namekian would not be surprised if they laid waste to the cities in a futile attempt to draw out his father. In any case Izanagi was left to wait for the arrival of the woman he so wanted to kill.

[riika]

Things were escalating quickly. More had shown up; some friend, some foe. Rensou, in an act to lure out Geurin, was threatening the planet's survival. The man who had blown up Saru City arrived. Allies were attempting to stop Rensou. Sohko attacked the human.

Chaos. Pandemonium.

And yet, she saw, heard nothing. Early in their arrival, something had reached out to her. Something had slipped it's way into her mind. So as everything fell to pieces around her, she stood there, eyes wide, gaze frightened.

“Hello my dear. Welcome to Earth. How very nice of you to return to help me finish what I had originally started back on Vegeta. You remember don’t you all that destruction?”

That voice. It echoed in her mind. That voice that had haunted her every nightmare, waking or sleeping. Hands clenched into fists, fear coursing through her, chilling her to the bone. He was here. She knew he would be. But that didn't mean she hadn't hoped he'd be gone. Or dead. She would have preferred dead. She looked around. Could the other hear him? They didn't seem to. Why? Was he using telepathy like the Saiyan King had used? She remembered him using something like it on Vegeta, though nothing of this magnitude. She didn't respond, didn't have anything to say. Before she knew it, the men and the scenery around her disappearing completely. In it's place stood Saru City. Burning, in ruins. Like it had been the last time she saw it. She swore she could smell the smoke, feel the heat of the flames, hear the screams.

“You remember the look on your loved one’s faces correct?”

Sujest. Boa. Her father. Tears sprung to her eyes, breath caught in her throat.

“Do you still feel the pain as I crushed your bones and dragged you through the ground? Do you remember the way you were helpless at my feet?”

She stumbled back, gasping, doubling over. Pain ricocheted through her. The tears in her eyes streaked down her cheeks, muffled cries of pain working themselves free from her lips. Just as sudden as it had begun, it stopped. She was left bent over, backed away from the group, gasping for breath.

“I am here. I have a ring that you may be interested. I am ready for round three, how about you? I will show you where I am. I invite you to come and visit so that way we can catch up. I will be waiting.”

Noko took a deep breath, working air back into her body. Quickly, she wiped her cheeks, looking at the group. Things had turned chaotic. But... there was nothing she could do here. And now, now she had her own revenge to attend to. With one last glance at the men she called her friends and allies, she stood and stepped back before flying off, heading toward the man who had almost killed her.

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[Zach]

Almost immediately upon Zach's arrival the situation proceeded to spiral out of control. Too many people were trying to do too many things at once which if they weren't all careful, utter chaos would be the result. Trying to remain focused on as much of what was going on as possible, Zach kept his gaze locked on the Namekian, continuing to show that the blustering Saiyan was not going to provoke him. The blonde had only just finished addressing the green man when someone Zach least expected to see arrived, making quite the showy entrance with his companion at that, Captain Ryota glided in and addressed the gathering. The man's companion was right, in that they had never met, at least as far as Zach's memory went, but apparently the other man knew him, calling him by name and then going on to try and defuse the situation as well. That though didn't look likely as almost immediately the crazed Saiyan above started screaming and carrying on, his ever growing attack starting to worry the blonde teen. More chaos continued to pour into the already tense scene as another of the Saiyans broke ranks and charged in for a sneaky attack in the midst of the Namekian's reply. Having so many hostile aliens in one place was enough to make anyone paranoid, but with paranoia comes increased awareness of the situation. The very moment the other started to move at a pace faster then a walk, the very instant his aura started to flare up around him, Zach was on guard.

At once the boy reacted, his body armor appearing in a flash, the spiked helmet left off for the moment. As the second Saiyan charged in with his sword, Zach's power erupted around him in flowing, crimson waves rising into the air as he let the power he'd been holding back loose and ascended into his first transformed state. The blonde's right arm came up like lightning allowing his energy bracer to parry the sword high and then launched an immediate counter with his free left hand, a strait punch aimed right at the sneaky barbarian's kisser. With his energy level cresting nearly one and a half million on the arbitrary scale on which it was measured, the parry and counter was sure to work, but Zach wouldn't take his counter attack any further then that. He'd defended himself and that was all, the Namekain, who was now starting to ascend away from the scene could not fault him for that.

Ignoring the Saiyan's cry of 'monster', Zach lifted off after the green man, making sure to maneuver around in an arc to put himself on the opposite side of this 'Orenji' as the crazed Saiyan and his sword wielding toady. His conversation with the Namkian wasn't over yet and he wasn't going to let it be further interrupted.

"Your friends attack so indiscriminately, without even knowing who it is they intend to murder and without regard to the school no more then a few miles from here. What horrible things have they said about me I wonder. What poison would they pour in your ear that would make a peace loving Namekian follow them on a mission of slaughter? I certainly hope you are more enlightened then they are. If not then you too will be responsible for the murder of hundreds of children near by and if you can not bring that mad man under control, then billions more will soon follow them. There is nothing that I could say to make a monster like that listen, you though would perhaps have better luck." Zach stated to the green man and then went on to answer his original statement.

"And yes, my name is Zach. No doubt they have woven truly dæmonic tales of how I eat babies and rape people to death. What proof do they have I ask? Word of mouth? Names spat and cursed? Who is to say that I am the one they blame? Who is to say they are blaming the right one at all? I say I'm a school teacher, I once was a farmer, until they took my family away. So yes, there is a certain amount of resentment, like anyone would feel after their life was shattered. I also say that this is a fool errand they have dragged you on. So tell me Orenji, why have you come here. Not them, I already know why they are here. Why are you here?" Zach asked, sounding worlds more philosophical then he'd ever been. Were Gurin present, he might truly have been astounded by the control and where with all the young man was showing. Zach was not only showing legendary self control after having been attacked by his most reviled enemy, but was maneuvering to engage the Namekian in conversation rather then engaging the Saiyan maniacs below in battle. And below was the operative term, Zach was no slouch when it came to tactics, he made sure as he hovered up to and then past the Namekian that his course took him higher then the crazed Saiyan who was still at this moment charging an attack. The blonde was no doubt the target and so made sure to place himself well above the horizon so that when said such attack was launched, it had no possibility of striking the ground. In the mean time, Zach's own energy continued to grow, he was not going to be left unprepared, he had a plan and the gathered energy would help greatly in it's execution.

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Ryota let out a sigh of annoyance, things were escalating far faster than he could really keep up with. What he had managed to ascertain from the goings on were that General Hiruen's problem most defiantly WAS with Zach, something to do with the fact that Zach had killed some saiyans, Ryota had no real way of knowing just how much of an understatement that was but seeing Zach's power Ryota was not placing Zach's possible kills particularly low, in his encounters with Zach Ryota had learned of the boys hate for the Saiyan race and at one point had even tried to level out that hate and keep it from consuming him as Ryota had feared it would, Ryota had anticipated that if Zach didnt reign in that fury that eventually he would achieve his revenge but then jsut as quickly bring about the wrath of those related to the saiyan in a horrible cycle of vengeance.

And if General Hiruens words were the truth it appeared Zach had done just that and ohhh bot had he hit the mother-load in people who could come after him seeking revenge. What exactly had he missed that seemed to have driven the General to such a fury? "Carmine we need to stick out of direct conflict here, unless you've been taking it real easy on me neither of us stand a chance against the power being thrown around here. Best we can do is probably try and keep this from getting TOO bloody." Ryota said with a sigh clear annoyance showing across his face, he despised admitting that he didn't stand a chance here, he could only sense one warrior here who he knew he could easily fight and even then he wasn't even at full strength.

"General, I don't think any of them are planning to leave, take it down a notch, I cant begin to understand what you may have gone through considering how out of the loop I am but if you keep your temper up like this you're just going to end up hurting or even killing someone who you're not after, or worse." Ryota said hoping to calm the saiyan general, it was odd trying to calm someone who was clearly seeking the blood of someone he considered a friend. But Ryota knew by the look in the Generals eyes that there WOULD be a fight, Ryota could only hope that perhaps he could prevent it from resulting in the death of those living nearby or worse yet the destruction of the whole planet. The loss of an entire race, especially one like the humans a people of such great potential would be truly unfortunate.

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Carmine looked at all those around him. Each of them was an impressive warrior in their own right, and some stood out as unbelievably powerful. One of them had a familiar lack of power - probably another android. Ryota was right - they didnt stand a chance if this broke out into a full-blown Ballroom Blitz. Talk about motivators for peaceful relations.

Ryota had taken the road he was originally considering - appealing to Rensou's sense of reason, his sense of honor. But it was in this moment that Carmine knew that wouldn't work. He and Ryota had missed too much, for all either of them knew Rensou was neither reasonable nor honorable at this point. For all either of them knew they were surrounded by Space Hitlers. No, appealing to their moral centers just wasn't going to work. Especially not with the swordsman suddenly going after Zach in a flash of steel and impotent fury. This swordsman far outclassed Carmine, but something told him he was no match for the blonde human.

So instead, he decided to change gears. This was going to end in bloodshed one way or another. The best bet would be to minimize that bloodshed by appealing to the fighters' sense of competition. However, as he spoke, he would activate Lullaby in short bursts in between sentences. He had no illusions that it would actually put any of these warriors to sleep, and he wasn't sure if his range would even get them all, but he knew Rensou was in the effect's area, and that was the real situation that needed to be resolved. With any luck, Lullaby would calm him down a bit. With no luck, the Saiyan would pick up on the trickery and put one of those fists right through Carmine's central processors.

"Listen, I have no idea what the hell happened, or how many Saiyans Zach killed, or who parked in who's favorite spot, but this shit isn't going to get any of us anywhere. General, you want vengeance, and so does that swordsman of yours. I get it. I've been there. When Central City was blown sky-high I finally learned the meaning of the word fury. I even got a little taste of hate. You know what I don't understand? Why you ignorant goddamn fleshbags cling so hard to those emotions, like they're some kind of messiah come to raise you up from your lowest point."

He got off the Cyclone and left it idling. He looked from Rensou, to Zach, to Sohko, and then each of the others in kind.

"But I know that nothing I do is going to talk any sense into any of you maladjusted sacks of shit. The only thing that's gonna end this is a fight. You want your vengeance, then take it, but take it RIGHT. What you're doing right now, some would say it makes you no better than the man you hate. I say it makes you worse. You're actively promoting a cycle of destruction. Drop that bomb here, kill a whole bunch of lousy humans, and then one of them will use that hate to do pushups until he can come into space after you and kill whatever it is you move onto after this. What the hell happened to your pride? You all have to leave right now, this man will pay for the Saiyans he's killed! Get the fuck awayyyyyyy! You sound like a fucking woman. And not even a SAIYAN woman. Who made you General again?"

He looked up at Zach.

"As for you, don't think I'm on your side. If you brought this down on my planet you deserve every ounce of what's coming to you, I don't care how many Saiyans you killed. The silent treatment thing? Childish at best. A word comes to mind: Disappointed."

With that, Carmine put on his best poker face and looked at Ryota, hoping to god that the Captain was ready to open one of his portals to the Galleon. If not...well, he always wondered what death would be like.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“General,” The Namek said, plainly, but there was concern lifting from the movements of tongue within fanged maw,

“I am trusting that you aren't going to blow up Earth, because if that is your intention then you are going to have a bigger problem on your hands.” Had the Namekian threatened the life of one Rensou Hiruen, the Saiyan pondered within the endless and complex expanse that was his enraged mentality, his stubbled lip lifting and revealing a canine as a low, imperceptible growl thrummed out from his taxed vocals. This was the man that had echoed the sentiments of Nam Reikonaga, the man that had spat on the spirit of the Saiyan and shit upon the ghosts of countless more! This was the warrior Hiruen was supposed to entrust with the justice that was to be delivered!

Hiruen had cast aside his prejudice and rage, and Orenji had done naught but fail to act. The human was feet from him, playing him for a fool, and he dared to cast the last son of Zasha and Tsuyei in such barbarous light; a fashion without a shred of honor! The incisors scraped as more and more emotion was cast into the growing power out before him, the only way to empower the Final Flash at this stage. The condensation of ki had grown to immensity, a gargantuan in both size and power bearing a diameter of over one meter. Unleashed, it would double the aforementioned.

The accursed human, the one they called Ark, had stood about like a bumbling fool as well. What did these morons not understand about the situation? Rensou Hiruen was going to paint the landscape with the blood of this bastard that had killed his people and build a castle of bone and organs, and within it, drink wine from a hulled skull. At least the first Android to arrive had managed to stay clear of the proceedings, but even within his technological processes he found himself unable to comprehend a simple request.

To make matters worse, Ryota and Carmine were badgering his already fragile state of mind with incessant words and warnings, and the latter with a slew of insults. Rensou Hiruen, however, had no attention for the wishes of these two. Nay, important matters must be attended to, those matters being avenging the entire city of Saru, and the floating mass of dust where his planet had once been. The eyes of the man never left the man known as Zach, not even when the only other beings actually capable of logical reasoning made their own decisions rather than stand about like sheep and try to reason with a man whom had nearly lost his blood to this demon, and had truly lost a girl that had meant the very same.

Noko Arahara slipped away to face off against that miniscule power the Saiyan could feel, the one he had felt her face once before during the revealing, when Sohko Masamune had penetrated his mind and spirit with the horrific events which had driven him to this very point. The Saiyan smiled at the idea that she now vastly outmatched whatever the demon could present, and expected her to return soon with excellent news. Rensou resolved his body and mind to completing the tasks ahead as quickly as possible.

Sohko Masamune, however, had to be the most courageous and simultaneously retarded man he had ever seen, bar himself. The swordsman had flashed forward through the distance between he and the blonde devil with death in his hands, but somehow, by some stroke of sheer luck, the human had managed to parry his strikes and counter with his own hands! This one would present Rensou Hiruen with one of his more pleasurable encounters to date, a pity it would be so short-lived. Another stroke of amazement coursed through the enraged Saiyan as he suddenly realized the human still stored that well of power within him. . .as far as Hiruen knew, there were no warriors that could offer such stunning physical rebuke while maitaining a staunch hold on their energies. The man whom now levitated close to Orenji must certainly rival the omnipotence of a god, but Hiruen would not be discouraged.

After all, he was facing a fucking Saiyan. The fucking Saiyan that was going to batter him like a babe, bring him to tears, and relish every moment of his worthless existence coming to an abrupt end!

No, not now, with the human so foolishly overlooking the energy within his hands. Hiruen would not endanger the Namek despite sour taste within his mouth for the very man, but there were other methods to harness the absolute power and emotion he had culminated in the conjuration before him. A chuckle rolled up from his strained lungs, out through his teeth. It was a sinister thing, for what was about to unfold would unveil how hopeless the situation of the blonde teenager truly was.

The blue sphere encased the Super Saiyan in the congealed emotion and strength and as soon as it had encapsulated him, it exploded outward with a power only a select few on Nor had ever felt. The sudden luminescence of the harnessed energy had expanded outward from the body, leaving all unprepared temporarily blinded by a terrible flash of light. Therefore, their ears would note the terrible crackle of the bio-electricity popping through the air, and then, they would note the unfathomable strength resting within Rensou Hiruen, a strength this human and his cohort had caused and ushered to their world the moment they had stepped on Vegetasei.

The golden spikes of the warrior had become more defined, the rigidity increased, and the muscle mass had expanded, though far less than the Ascended state he had used to help fend off the last attack of a suicidal Touketsuki Yakedo. If the first form had cracked open the gates, this second one had opened them fully. The aura swirled with a calm determination, the eyes stared out towards the Namekian and the human without the quiet rage still boiling within the cauldon that was the soul. . .

Rensou Hiruen was a Super Saiyan beyond Super Saiyan, and the human could never compare, not in this world nor the next.

To make matters worse for the murderer, his fellow slayer of thousands came face to face with him through the use of a Zanzoken, his arms folded over his chest and his expression grim, Orenji to his back and Zach to his front.

“I feel your power human – whether you harness it or fire it now matters not, but know this, there is no more talk!” This man had never given the Saiyans the chance to plead their case, and neither would Rensou Hiruen when the situations were reversed. This insignificant emulation of his race was the weakling now, and he would receive the treatment he had given Sessa Appan and Ericnox!

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[Gray Callahan]

(How did Zach maintain a charge when he utilised a counter attack?)