Alea iacta est (Nam)[Saga]

[Nam Reikonaga]

The namekian’s reverberating cackle had finally quelled and complete silence would overcome the room as they adapted a more serious demeanor befitting of the meanings behind their reunion. The first sentence caught Nam’s attention. His face rose to the sound of his voice so he could hear more clearly, he didn’t want to miss a single thing; such words suggested deep thought akin to the endless horizon outside of the building and it had immediately made the half-saiyan fall into the depths of his mind to contemplate the reason in his words. As Geurin spoke, his opening argument gained color and soon alleged recognition. Nam was still unsure whether his philosophy was genuine, but so far it made perfect sense. Fear… it is what caused Nam to reach the power he had obtained to that day, but if so; would losing the impending battle imply he had not feared Geurin enough to win? It was questionable, yet plausible.

Still Nam remained as silent as a mute, but his stoic expression betrayed an evident hint of interest in the conversation. The green man would then ask whether Nam knew about a human’s average power level, he would soon guess the real fact that Nam hadn’t the slightest idea. The concept of power level expressed in numbers was something lost to Nam. He had first heard of the idea from a man who went by the name of Brandon some time ago, who had expressed Nam’s ‘power-level’ to be over 180,000 by utilizing a strange machine over his face. Unfortunately, Nam hadn’t given it thought since that encounter and so the term was still quite new. Using it as reference, though, he could get a small idea of how little 5 was, but he wasn’t all that sure how much 106 was in relation to 5…

Geurin’s glorification of human beings seemed far-fetched though. Nam didn’t see anything special in particular about Zach’s ability, sure he was stronger than any other human on the earth, but he figured that was due to the human’s passive nature. Nam never thought they were inferior and so this concept was lost in him as well. He believed humans had every possibility to become as strong as saiyans if they wanted to, that didn’t make them better, it made them equal. And yet again he began to cipher digits like ten million and fifteen million, comparing his 180,000 battle power in relation to a mere 5 from average humans, he was able to deduct it must represent an immense difference in power. Regardless, Nam was unaware of his current power-level, and if Zach could reach said power, why couldn’t he?

So far, Nam failed to find the reason why he had to fight Geurin at all, why Geurin had to resort to destroying an entire planet along with its people and making saiyans an endangered species. It appeared as if all the namekian wanted was to bring peace to earth and keep humans safe; he cared for them so much, yet he cared so very little that he would blow five years-worth of work without a second thought. The next revelation took the cake though; his heart skipped a beat as dilated eyes gawked in astonishment. He went through the whole process of experiencing an inflicted epiphany and immediately draw connections where once there was none. It made him wonder how long this plan was active, whether this was the ultimatum of Hiroshin’s entire existence. Nam had never once pondered about the meaning of an eternal dragon’s manifestation, never bothered to wonder whether it played a part in the grand scheme of things.

Even so, that wasn’t exactly what brought Nam to the eventful conclusion; what finally defined his place in relation to everything that was happening was Geurin’s description of the Super Dome, a place he had yet to meet. Nam hadn’t been to earth for what seemed like months, but he hadn’t been keeping track of the days he spent in space. He hadn’t had the chance to experience the change Geurin had caused in the humans of earth and so he could only to his word for it. He realized, Geurin didn’t care for humans after all, they were nothing but an experiment to him.

“You’re senile,” Nam stated in a calm and low voice. He was in no way trying to ridicule Geurin, just stating a likely fact based on his observations, and he would soon explain his choice of words;

“Destroying Namek? How is any of this different from the saiyans? All you’re doing is replacing one barbarian with another. You’re attack on Vegeta wasn’t for revenge –you couldn’t care less about what they’ve done; you only care about your little science project, they were in the way, so you removed them…” Nam looked at the vacant space before them for a moment as he analyzed the events that had taken place. “In another life, I might have even joined you…” he said. Popular belief stated saiyans were a merciless and barbarous race of brutes who only cared about themselves, but even if this were true, Nam got to see something back on Nor. Their ways were changing, there was no longer any reason for everything that Geurin had been doing –even if he did it for his own amusement. But if all the rumors were, in fact, true; if Boliko had indeed sent those ‘renegades’ to earth, or simply indifferent to their actions… Then perhaps –in said lifetime, Nam would have joined Geurin in his quest to empower the humans. Maybe, in some twisted universe separate from their dimension, he did.

“The power you’re seeking is unnecessary. I have already spoken with King Koregutsu, and everything that has happened until now was exactly as I foresaw; nothing but a big misunderstanding. We will form a future where saiyans –no, interracial life-forms, stand united; and all the scorn between our races will fade, in time, leaving behind the profuse culture of incessant violence.” Nam gazed at Geurin again, with an assuring smile which implied complete confidence in the vision he forebode. “If you continue with this plan, the only thing you will have achieved in, is in creating a regressed breed of humans which simulate our false perception of saiyans. We will have become the very definition of hypocrisy; our enemy. Do you know what’ll happen next?” a rhetorical question.

“Rebels will rise all around the universe and give birth to new organizations, whose sole purpose is to see our end. Eventually, like Vegeta, Earth will perish and take the humans with them. Your race of super human warriors will become endangered –if not extinct. In essence,” Geurin would sense the irony in his words as Nam concluded his speech, “History repeats itself…”

Finally, the ultimatum Nam predicted was over and there was just one thing left to say if the message hadn’t quite gotten through to the namekian yet. “Geurin, the humans don’t need you anymore; you’re ideals are obsolete. They yield nothing but an endless cycle of vengeance and hatred; your efforts have been for naught.”

Geurin’s plans would have seemed reasonable in another, perhaps dimmer light, but Nam now knew without a doubt that they could never be allies. There were no longer any misunderstandings between each other’s aims and he could say with a steady voice that Geurin would bring nothing good to the future. His first mistake was starting the war, and the second was trying to copy an endangered race. Nam would have agreed to the idea of building stronger humans, but at what cost? The breed of warriors Geurin spoke of were not human, it destroyed the essence of anything human and left nothing but a violent and grim species in its place. One which could possibly be even worse than any saiyan in history. Nam would make sure the humans remained powerless, if it meant they would change into the very thing they feared, and ‘fear’ will make sure that happens.

[Geurin]

Nam's response for the most part was not unexpected. It took a mind greater than his to understand the incredible nature of Geurin's plan. His brilliance was beyond that of any man before him, and it was that talent that would change history for the better. The Utopian universe that Nam wanted would never come to pass, and it was foolish of him to think it would. His fallacious reasoning did after all apply to him as well. If history were to repeat itself then there would always be a darker being ready to rise up and do what needed to be done. Nam wanted to believe in his fairytale ending, and Geurin would not correct him by pointing out the obvious flaws in logic. But rather agree with most of what he had said thus far.

"Yes, you listen quite well! I will be making another saiyan race, the difference is I am a leader they all love. I am a leader they trust, and a leader that is capable of keeping them in line. What I will do with the human race is nothing short of the greatest advancement in psychology of the living humanoid being. I have predicted, and succesfully planned out the eradication of an entire race of people, and built up a new one in their place. In only five years the average human has increased in power by over 2000%. If I keep this up, in another five years they will be of nearly 2000 power level and then..."

Geurin suddenly realized Nam's ignorance when it came to the numbers and decided to use a real work example of their strength. If his numbers continued to move the way that they were then within ten years...

"Within ten years all of my human's will be as strong as our young Ritoru"

Certainly Nam could imagine a world filled with that kind of power. Though Geurin had not been on Nor for his explosion of power, Nam certainly had been, and if there had been ten or twenty Ritoru's attacking Nor, Nam would have had his hands full calming them all. The fact was that Geurin had engineered the Human's to be stronger, and his efforts were anything but wasted. It was laughable for Nam to suggest that he was no longer needed, or that his work had been ill prepared.

"Then again I suppose...that you wouldn't really understand that would you Nam? If I have to explain my ambition to you, then you will never understand it"

The time for talking had expired in Geurin's mind. He could predict Nam's next cliche heroic words, and Geurin's preemptive correction of his fallacy and reason. If Nam wished to speak more he would be able to, but Geurin would not waste more time dealing with the boy's fool hearty dreams of a perfect world. His right foot shifted forward slightly, no doubt enough to alert Nam that the fight was about to begin.

"I will relish proving you wrong Nam Reikonaga"

With that his body disappeared, reappearing in front of Nam with a sharp left hook to the face. Geurin had not used his instant movement ability, but the fact was that in the time since his fight on Vegeta Geurin had not fought without gravity. His last training was over one hundred times the normal gravity of earth, and his muscles were uncontested by the weakened area around them. His power level would not rise greatly, there was no reason to start spouting off millions when they had such a long time to really let their inner addictions be fed. Besides, Nam didn't get the opportunity to keep his hair a dark autumn color, and Geurin would jovially stain it red before the blond could come out.

With the first punch thrown their fight had begun, Geurin would attempt to dodge the next oncoming counter assuming their was one, but a physical close counters fight would be fun for now.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam snarled, but before he could retort he was told how all the humans of earth would become as strong as Ritoru in the timespan of ten years. The concept was not so hard to grasp, human daily lives would be just like that of the saiyan’s society. But Nam hadn’t a clue as to what that meant, his only chance of finding out about saiyan culture was trampled by Geurin and Zach, whom had already placed the planet on red alert from the moment he landed. Nam wanted to witness everyday saiyan lives so he could prove to himself that they lived just like any other human, but the absence of that much required knowledge was filled with the faint memory of Ritoru’s rampage on Nor. He could only imagine millions of little angry kids rampaging across the town because their parents refused to buy them their favorite toys. In theory though, humans would probably live the exact same way they do now, with the exception of increased violent action that was encouraged by their beloved leader. If the whole world was wet, would they be wet?

Geurin stepped forward after repeating something he had told Nam roughly five years ago. Ambition, the desire for personal achievement. Nam could understand that, but normally an ‘achievement’ involved getting a raise, getting a driver’s license, graduating from college, having a family, -or in Nam’s case; returning to the point where he was happy, protect everything that mattered and setting things straight. No, instead, Geurin wanted to play a game where everyone was a personal pocket monster which he would train and educate, and then test out the results by eradicating entire races. Even Touketsuki Yakedo’s ambitions of conquest were more reasonable. They were naturally humane and greedy, a value plenty of individuals possessed.

Nam was on alert the moment Geurin took that first step, as intended, so it was no wonder he was able to phase right out of his assault almost as fast as it took for him to execute it. Nam’s highest gravity mastered as of yet were 60x normal gravity. His body had been completely relaxed under earth’s inferior gravity from the moment he arrived, he felt so light and free it was as if he could jump all the way to the moon. But never had the time to realize it since his arrival was greeted by Geurin’s green-ass face. In that first move he had recognized a slight difference from before; Geurin was faster.

The half-saiyan was now floating several meters out of the building, neither he nor Geurin would want to risk destroying it and live together in Hyperbolic Time Chamber for the rest of their mortal lives, and eventually Nam would die of old age long before Geurin would. In the meantime, he would remain veiled in eternal solitude until it ate him away from the inside and finally causes him to crack and lose sanity.

“…What I will do with the human race is nothing short of the greatest advancement in psychology of the living humanoid being. I have predicted, and successfully planned out the eradication of an entire race of people, and built up a new one in their place…”

“And what about the other races!” he preached from above. His only reason for distance wasn’t to save the building, but to allow him the time to speak. Their conversation wasn’t over just yet, not until there was an evident impasse to which they could no longer argue. Geurin would turn humans into the ultimate living beings, his breed of super powers would have the capacity to protect themselves from an invasion, but instead he wanted to eradicate other life-forms. Nam couldn’t accept that. That wasn’t what Nam wanted, and he hoped that wasn’t what Zach wanted either; he hated saiyans –not the universe. What they wanted was to protect the human race, the people they love, just like any other sane person would. But that didn’t mean they should go around causing desolation across the galaxy, aliens mattered just as much as the last.

This wasn’t about humans anymore, this was about the universe, and how a namekian known as Geurin planned to condemn them all to oblivion for his own sense of satisfaction.

[Geurin]

Nam's swift back step would be met by an equally aggressive follow up. Recovering quickly from his missed hook, the demon namekian pushed off of the ground landing on one of the massive hour glasses in the room and springing off of it towards Nam, as if a cat pouncing at his prey. It was a swift motion and if he was successful the first thing to hit this time would be his sharpened claws. Swiping each hand in a vertical motion towards the saiyan just in time to hear his compassionate response. What about the other races? Why was Geurin supposed to be compelled to be the benefactor of the universe? Was Nam truly that delusional that he though King Koregutsu was willing to live in a communist society without a hierarchy of power? Did he really believe that any of the current world leaders would lay down their arms and sign an agreement of peace? No, if Boliko were asked to step down he would not so easily be swayed, nor would the rest of his saiyan race (Back when they had the ability to think for themselves).

The fact remained that Geurin didn't care about the other races. He didn't care about their struggles, and he didn't care about who he injured along the way. Nam had confused his using the human race as any sort of compassion towards them. Geurin had picked the winning horse, he didn't love the beast he just needed it to win. Nam held a level of empathy that Geurin was simply incapable of. His entire body wreaked of injustice and greed. Perhaps if Nam had formed the question in a different manner Geurin would have had a more adequate response, but as it stood Geurin was at a loss. What about them? Does he think there is another more powerful race? Maybe he see's his own pathetic genus to be the superior.

"Other races pale in comparison and so are obsolete in a truly perfect universe Nam."

Not what he was expecting no doubt, but it was as Geurin said. He wasn't worried about their safety, and especially not Nam's. After his claw strike if they hit his legs would shift upwards and begin a quick jab towards the mid section. A repetitive barrage of them. If Nam had dodged the attack the leg barrage would still occur after Geurin had pursued his opponent yet again.

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Ryota could feel it, for the first time in centuries he could feel a source of power other than his own. When he had he'd shouted almost incomprehensibly at Cypress before removing hsi eye patch and rocketing through the time chamber in the direction of the powers he had sensed. The energy was powerful, incredibly so but still rather passive, whoever had entered this place was not yet training and that likely meant they were still near the entrance, even the sickness that had been plaguing him for the last few centuries would not stop his escape, Ryota knew freedom was close and he WOULD have it. He was certain that if Carmine wasn't just another of his hallucinations that his old friend would follow his lead if he hadn't sensed the power himself a rather unlikely fact considering Carmine had a better ability to sense energy than even he did, Ryota however possessed a keen ability to pick out abnormalities in energy.

This allowed him to rather easily identify the small changes between races, humans felt one way, Makaioshin another. From what he could tell these powers belonged to a Namekian, and something new, it felt a bit human but also a bit Saiyan. The likely answer being that it was some sort of hybrid. The energy of the hybrid felt a bit familiar, probably someone he had met long long ago or perhaps more likely someone RELATED to someone he knew long ago. Ryota scowled a bit at that, he knew there was something about this chamber that did not make time flow properly, his knowledge of magic and the dimensions had lead him to that conclusion. BUT even still he doubted that anyone he really knew remained on the other side, not unless this place had an obscene level of time distortion.

Ryota quickly closed the distance between himself and the two new power sources. "DO NOT GO OUT THERE IT IS FILLED WITH AWFUL, SORRY TO INTERRUPT!" Ryota shouted as he passed by rocketing past the duo and smirking to himself as he was correct in his assumptions... Well as correct as he COULD be about the 'hybrid' there wouldn't be any real way to tell unless he actually spoke with the boy and really all he wanted was to NOT BE HERE he wanted real air, open sky. landscapes, PEOPLE.

Ryota jetted to the door and grasped the handle intending to pull it open... only to find the door locked from the other side. Ryota twitched in fury as he attempted to rip the door off its hinges. " NO! I WILL NOT BE DENIED MY FREEDOM, NO DOOR STOPS ME, NOTHING STOPS ME NOT ANYMORE! I'M DONE I REFUSE" Ryota howled in fury as he drew his blade and slashed the air before him doing just as he had once told himself would be a bit too risky to do alone. Open a Wargate to earth. This place was the bridge between this world and Earth though, if he limited the range to the outside of the door it SHOULD be safe. Ryota paused for a second waiting for some sort of eldritch horror to pull itself through his gate and begin a reign of horror comparable to the Demon Kings of old... but nothing happened. "Well.. you only live once." Ryota said to himself calmer than before as he jumped through the portal.

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Carmine followed Ryota's lead, as he'd detected the errant energy signatures as well. He tried to run after his sick-and-confused friend, but he couldn't keep up so easily. After so many centuries stuck in this realm, with his legs still not at full functionality, the Makaioshin took the lead easily and quickly. Carmine reached out, wanting to call to Ryota to wait, but the demon was already at the entrance, trying to tear the door down.

It was as if time slowed down - perhaps not the most appropriate metaphor in this place, but it was all Carmine had - as his mechanical brain came to three conclusions all at once. First, he concluded that the two fighters were doing more than just training - they were trying to harm one another. Second, he concluded that Ryota would fully leave him behind if he had to in order to escape this place. Third, he concluded that he was a big dumb idiot because he'd forgotten about that little Capsule Corp Capsule that he kept in his jacket pocket. If he'd had a moment to stop and facepalm, he would have.

Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out the capsule, depressed the plunger and tossed it. As the Cyclone poofed into being, he leapt up and onto it, and revved the accelerator as he settled into the seat.

"I'll never forget about you again, baby. Now, we've somehow both overstayed our welcome and crashed a party that's just starting, so let's get the hell out of here!"

He pushed the flying motorcycle into gear, and after taking a sweeping wide arc around Nam and Geurin, an irresponsible maneuver born of his own curiousity about the fight, he kicked her into full speed after Ryota, who had apparently managed to finally open a damn portal. He had no idea where this portal lead to, but he didn't care. It couldn't lead to anywhere worse than this place.

"TRY NOT TO USE EXPLOSIVE TECHNIQUES," he shouted over his shoulder to Geurin and Nam, "JUST TRUST ME ON THIS ONE!"

And then he disappeared through the portal, laughing all the way.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam gasped and leans back. Briery nails gash a strip of skin from his face just after finishing his sentence and began to chip away at the protective saiyan armor harboring his chest. Blood trickled down his perplexed visage. HMPH! His attempts to reply were shunned as the namekian’s legs began to maw at his stomach with unrelenting force and the speed of his racing heart. His body jagged to the rhythm of the prodding jolts and winced back with every blow. It was after the first few jabs that he managed to react and tighten his abdomen, matching the intervals between breaths with the strokes of Geurin’s spur.

Even between each blow, the persistent half-saiyan would attempt to speak, but he grunted amidst words; thus, they were incoherent. Geurin was obviously done talking. That first step was his only and final warning to Nam, and his incompetence to remain silent had ultimately led to the state of being thoroughly thrashed by the monotonous barrage of swift jabs gnawing at him one after the other. It felt like a blistering convoluted throb diffusing continuously over the expanse of his midsection. Suddenly he felt nauseous and his legs brandished; if they were standing he would have collapsed onto his knees, but luckily he was unfortunately floating meters above the ground.

From his perspective, it was like they had both come across a fissure in space; a white rupture, whose sole purpose was to host their battle. His eyes perceived nothing but his jouster’s smug face surrounded by an achromatic space with no end. By now, Nam’s pain was vice-like, as if a mini-giant Oozaru had curled its fingers around his midsection and starting squeezing. The muscles of his shaken body pulsated until he finally brought about his hands in an attempt to catch Geurin’s foot. If successful, Nam would grip tightly like the pertinacious pincers of a crab and steer around his central axis to toss the namekian several yards away.

Nam descended gently on the ground with hands pressed tightly against his stomach. “That…” he struggled, finally getting the words out over his winded composure. “That doesn’t mean they deserve annihilation!” he heaved for air and gagged, choking over the rush of air.

Suddenly, Nam noticed the silhouette of an object flying straight towards them, but what could it possibly be? In five years, He and Geurin were the only ones who have entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. It was highly unlikely that living beings actually resided in such an empty and stagnant place such as this chamber, except, it was definitely a person –possibly human. He hadn’t wasted time, dedicating but a single line to both of them. Do not go out where? Nam thought, although there wasn’t much to guess at; the only real ‘place’ in this realm was the chamber itself, the rest an endless expanse of seemingly everlasting space.

Shortly after the man’s ranting, another arched past them in what appeared to be a flying motorcycle, warning them not to use volatile techniques promptly after fading through the artificial crevasse that linked them back to earth through a rip in space. Laughing away through the portal, they disappeared as soon as they came. Nam was once again alone with Geurin, unsure about what had just occurred. He glanced at him as perplexed as ever.

[Geurin]

Eachkick landed with swift precision on the hard exterior of his saiyan armor. An armor that of course was no match for Geurin's repetetive attacks. Armor was a tactic of the old ways. A time where weapons were the only way a man could kill his enemy. A time before man learned his own body was a weapon. Armor could do little to stop the Ki of an opponent, and so Geurin's new way of waging war, or rather one that the human's had not yet adopted, was superior to that. Nam was no push over, his own strength was equally as daunting. Neither warrior would be able to outspace the other so easily, and so Geurin found himself grappled by the teen and spun out and away from Nam, his body looking much like a ragdoll as it whipped around. Once released from Nam's grip the Namekian already had his next attack lined up. Two arms pointed inbetween the Namekian's spread legs, and from out of the hands shot a ball of Ki. It was not a specific attack, just a release of reasonably sized energy to keep Nam on his toes and maybe blow away some of that pesky armor.

Regardless of its success the blast would do one thing, straighten out Geurin's spinning flight pattern and allow him the chance to engage in his next attack. He had of course used these in training more times than he could count, but his ultimate goal was to use it against Nam in combat. Each of his perfectly crafted techniques were designed with one fighter in mind. The crasher ball played to Nam's general favor of dodging on coming attacks. His ability to barrel roll out of the way of oncoming attacks was legendary. The Crasher Balls were capable of bouncing back a seemingly infinite number of times, and so when two formed in the palms of Geurin's hands, it was no doubt much to the shegrine of his opponent. Actually thinking back, Geurin couldn't remember if he had used the balls already. His last combat with Nam was still rather hazy and he wasn't fully aware of his actions throughout the encounter. What he did know was that even having seen the attack once, it would still not be enough to ignore it. Finally standing in the upright position after drifting several yards as Nam had predicted the Namekian lunged both Balls forward. Their hard slick exterior gleamed off of the strange grey matter lighting that filled the room.

"Why not?"

Geurin said, his lack of empathy again becoming more than apparent. Nam's attempts to sink reason into the namek were failing not because he was not making valid arguments, but because Geurin could not possibly care about another creature. He cared about Zach not out of companionship but rather because he was a necessary tool. Just as he loved Nam not as a person, but as an object for his hate and abilities to manifest themselves. The feelings of friendship, love, compassion, and even common decency were lost on the demon.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Did he not see that just now!? he wondered. Nam didn’t have time to evade the whirring energy ball, so instead he flexed out his chest and held his breath, using the saiyan armor to its full capacity. Nam didn’t need it for protection, he used it to keep his ground; if he had dodged the clear-cut distraction, he would’ve found himself under the mercy of the narcissistic namekian’s claw-like nails once again. The ball of incandescent ki exploded upon impact and blew off fragments of the white and yellow armor which prattled on the diatonic ground.

The half-saiyan observed the remainder of his armor. It was fractured completely at the upper left of his torso, most of it was intact, but it was jammed with cracks all around. Nam gripped on the remnants and then proceeded on ripping them off his chest, abandoning the aegis of its presence. Clack! The heavy armament dropped as a whole with a Thud! No more armor of weights would hold him back or construct his movements. Nam wore nothing but a blue skin-tight jumpsuit, white gloves, and yellow tipped boots.

It was then that he took notice of the other two energy balls buzzing through the vacant space. With vigor, Nam dashed forward at the first one while keeping close to the ground. There was barely five feet in-between when Nam’s horizontal body shifted its center and barrel rolled to the left, anchoring his feet on the ground for support with his right hand already in place to apprehend the rippling ball of ki. BOOM! Nam’s entire body drifted back in place. The friction in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was almost mythical and nonexistent.

They had both been so focused in each other –mostly Geurin- that Nam had completely forgotten about the increased dense air and gravity, until now. His breathing began to rag and he could only wonder how far those too had gone into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and survive. But if Nam didn’t control his likely Attention Deficit Disorder, he wouldn’t live to find out. Barely five seconds and he was struck in the back by that very first ball he had evaded. “Gah!” he yelped, arching his back away from it; a reflexive response. It felt akin to a boulder ball ravaging and demolishing buildings, except it was scorching hot –and it was hitting him, not a building.

Nam cringed angrily at the vexatious sphere attempting to burrow through his back, and so he elbowed it with his free hand, causing the ball of ki to abscond from where it came from. It wouldn’t be long until it arched back towards the half-saiyan, if he didn’t react soon he would have just inflicted more pain upon himself. The half-saiyan peered at the impending sphere and launched transparent eye beams which caused it to seemingly self-destruct on its own, releasing a powerful wave that flaunted his messy hair like an incoming storm and unleashed a cloud of impenetrable smoke. From within the cloud’s animosity, Nam pounded the second crasher ball and sent it as a telltale to Geurin.

“I wanted to use this against Zach…” he murmured. He couldn’t remember whether he already had back in Vegeta; perhaps Geurin brainwashed him, or maybe memory loss were side-effects of the USSJ. Nevertheless, his characteristic red aura engulfed him in a scarlet light; a tender yet passionate flame. It seemed to gain life as it assembled over his right arm and congregated into a thick translucent gauntlet, three times his arm’s size. The technique was inspired by Zach’s body armor and meant to counter that same armor with a much more powerful thrust. The weight of said technique would replace that of his weighted clothing, once again slightly hindering his speed, but he had another technique to counter it.

High-Speed Movement. In a flash, Nam’s concealed silhouette emerged with a trail of smoke behind him. He would arch through, cutting the distance between them in half a second with his right arm cocked behind his body and intense penetrating eyes that seemed to pierce through his nonexistent soul. “I’ll show you,” he said in response to his previous statement. Geurin had two to zero seconds to react before Nam’s oversized-broly-style-fist came barreling down his smug face and pinning him to the ground. If successful, the half-saiyan would follow through just as the namekian had before, and smash his midsection against the colorless floor.

[Geurin]

After launching his own Crasher balls the Prime minister was not finished. No in fact immediately after the launch his hands began charging another batch of solidified ki so that once Nam had finished dealing with the first two (Which he had excellently) another two would already be making proof of his impeccable reaction time. The first flew at Nam, but actually his the second crasher ball that Nam had thrown back. Both flew to the ground, bouncing up and back towards their original target. That was the beauty of the ball, even if it was lunged at Geurin, a simple dodge or counter grab would send the homing beacon back where it belonged.

The second newly created ball flew towards Nam, just as intended. Perhaps the man hadn't seen it, but it had come remarkably close to nailing him in the unsuspecting side when suddenly his body flickered away. Of course Geurin could see it, the movement was near instantanious but not quite. Quickly dashing from one part of the room to the other, expertly evading the Crasher's he had set on course Nam was prepared to attack Geurin. Seeing and being capable of dodging were two different things, and although he could see the attack, and the ki manifested that made him rather uneasy, he was unable to predict where he would attack, and so crossed his arms over his face, neck and upper chest knowing those to be his most sensitive area's.

The brunettes punishing attack landed above him, thankfully for the crossed arm's Geurin could maneuver under the punch, but that did little in the way of preventing the punch from doing its job and trapping Geurin between Cilla and Charybdis. As Nam raised his hand back up to begin his rapid fire of this brutal attack Geurin could only take excellent pleasure in the fact that his three remaining crasher balls were now back on course, and so baring both of his arms for another attack, which of course didn't help terribly much. Geurin gave his own attacks time to reach their location, The pain in his chest and arm's was growing. Nam's Ki enhanced attacks had not been lost of Geurin and were certainly not something that could be shirked off. However the flexible Namekian would make use of their close quarters, and the moment his Crasher's were nearby would bring his own knee up to strike the saiyan in his rib cage.

If any of the attacks hit, or Nam moved, Geurin would roll to his left and with Bukujutsu from his side spring up from the ground, his eyes now locked on his opponent, and his arms out to his side. Nam had done well, it was obvious that this challenge was truly the one Geurin had been waiting for.

[Nam Reikonaga]

BOOM!

The first hit landed beautifully, although obstructed by the namekian’s arms, Nam finally felt the thrill of hitting something with all his might. His eyes grew intense every time, and as he drew back his arm he puffed a mouthful of air through his nostrils. It was exciting –thrilling even. His Arm Buster technique allowed his power to grow to something quite ghastly, almost like a prototype Legendary Super Saiyan and it felt like ecstasy. For the first time since they met, Nam could see Geurin’s troubled eyes and he then descended for the second blow.

BOOM!

The ground shook, but this impenetrable surface would not crack an inch; unfortunate for Geurin since that meant his body would suffer the full brunt of the attack without the land absorbing so much as a dribble of the impact. “So that’s how you look when you’re afraid…” he taunted, only to be kneed in the solar plexus. His dilated eyes gawked overhead in agony. “UGH!” He roared. The namekian’s knee reached deep into his stomach as if protruding from his back, and saliva bypassed his lips, trickling over his green face. No doubt it would annoy the namekian, but he had worse things to worry about.

Nam grabbed his neck still with his free hand and drew back his Arm Buster for the third humdrum to his visage. Regrettably coming up roses, Geurin was saved by the quick energy ball that came crashing in on their little party unannounced, taking the half-saiyan with it on a stroll, free of charges. How thoughtful, he thought with disdain. The heat exuding from the large sphere was gradually burning his skin, but the jumpsuit did a nice job repelling most of it; how long until his clothes began to rip off from steam, was another question.

The half-saiyan hampers his feet on the ground as a foothold, but the sphere continued to drag him deeper into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, where the gravity grew as much as the air got denser. His hair would buffet over his face and point towards the floor, his chest would heave and ho for air which could not be found. He was quite used to the gravity, but not the smothering dearth of oxygen. Nam peered over the intrusive ball of ki goading him vis-à-vis oblivion and caught sight of Geurin whom was flying after him to keep the ball rolling.

With the drift of his ankles he was able to pivot his body around and clobber the crasher ball towards the namekian. The impact caused his feet to drag back, of which momentum he seized to pick off the ground in on-the-spot flight to the sky. Two more energy balls bulged at him. By now, Nam realized he would have to destroy them if he wished to keep them off his nonexistent tail. He had an idea to –not only get rid of them, but use them to his advantage, but he had never used that technique in battle before. The thought of using it brought him both fear and joy, but it was much too risky.

Nam glared at the left and blew up the sphere just as he had the first and then turned to stop the second with his right forearm. The energy engrossed over his arm did well in absorbing the damage, though skipping a few feet back was inevitable. Nam gave it a small nudge to dwindle the sphere back a few before it came rushing like a paddle ball, in which the half-saiyan would then sock it in the convex and send yet another canon ball darting on the road to its master. Nam ricochet right behind it.

[Geurin]

"You mistake fear for contempt boy. Surprise at your ability to conjure up any attack at all"

From his outstretched position it was not difficult to begin gathering energy. His crasher balls were causing his enemy a sizeable amount of discomfort and that would be the single greatest advantage to the Namekian at this time. His energy seemed to wrap around him, not quite ready to use his Bikkuri, but unable to avoid a charge of energy, the Namekian almost immediately noticed his own attack bouncing towards him. Nam had obviously missed the inherit advantage the balls gave Geurin as they were never homed to him, but none the less he would have to deal with his own attack. As the ball grew closer Geurin pulled his right arm back, and then with a mighty thrust forward extended it nearly five feet, catching the ball as it bludgeoned forward. The extension in his hand helped ease the burden of impact and Geurin used the kinetic energy to spin around, his long arm swinging behind him and increasing the momentum. The energy he had charged seeped into the soft ball sized crasher nearly doubling it in size to a large bowling ball.

Once in the direction of the rocketing Nam, and his only remaining Crasher ball, Geurin released his new one directly in front of them. His remaining small crasher immediately exploded, being half the strength of the new one. Right behind it was the head of his enemy, whom now had a much larger, harder ball to deal with. The more energy put into the attack, the more energy had to be exerted to destroy it.

Geurin's arm, like a bungee cord snapped back into place, his wrist cracking as its reconnected with the arm bone, and without wasting any time the Namekian returned a favor he had been meaning to for some time. His hands rose to his head and with a mad smile repeated an attack forced on him several months prior.

"Solar Flare!"

The infinite void illuminated, every crevace instantly being struck with a blinding light. As Geurin growled the command his own Ki snapped into action. He had been waiting to use this on Nam since their last encounter, as a sort of revenge for blinding him so thoroughly at the time. Once this was complete his arm's dropped to chest level, fists ready to intercept a hopefully bloodied and blind enemy. Nam was no fool, and things never worked out exactly as planned, but their colliding wit would cause more than one bloodied nose.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam was caught by surprise. Destroying the crasher ball was his idea once it had gotten close enough, but he hadn’t expected Geurin to take the initiative and do it himself. The slightly startling outcome made him halt in place and rectify in vehemence zeal for what’s to come; though seconds later his chest was bashed by a somewhat preponderant nodule of ki, taking him aback from whence he came from. Nam hustled against the sphere, driving it back with his chest. “HYAAAH!” he yelled; his aura immersed itself over his body and engendered a powerful kiai blast which drew it away.

Nam rubbed his chest and created an energy blade which would slice and dice through the bowling-sized crasher ball. The energy sphere exploded as expected, but the force impelled him to regress. Shortly after he had spotted Geurin once again, he glared and lunged, when a dazzling bright beacon befuddled his range of view and his energy sword receded. Nam battened his eyes shut and barred them with his forearm. The acrimonious sting was eye watering, as if he had just glanced at the sun directly.

However, Nam wouldn’t remain a sitting duck; as useless as it may be, he began gunning ki blasts like a railgun at diverse angles without a definite aim. Dollars to doughnuts he would flounder, but at least he’d keep the namek on its toes. Nam strived to open his eyes ajar, but doing so too soon would only magnify the pain. He felt as if Geurin was deliberately getting back at him for that time on Vegeta, one of the few things he does call to mind from their last encounter. That was perhaps the first time he had ever used the technique, and now, the first he ever discerned what it felt like hence the vindictive hoopla.

[Geurin]

(Put down the thesaurus Shakespeare)

You can always tell when an animal is cornered, it begins lashing out indiscriminately at the target of aggression and Nam was doing just that. His body flailed wildly launching small balls of bright yellow light at....towards....near Geurin. Their explosions creating a sort of mine field the Namek was forced to use his own quickened pace to avoid them, phasing from place to place avoiding the poorly aimed attacks. This was his reach chance to do some damage to the boy and he wouldn't miss out on it. His right arm charged with ferocious Ki as his body continued the zig zag pattern towards his enemy. Once close enough Geurin would throw a punch at Nam's mid section. He had to be sure that his attack hit, so aiming for the head was not a good idea. If successful The Punch was aimed to send the boy towards the ground, just in time for his eyesight to return.

The punch had been charged with the nifty technique Geurin had developed when fighting Zach. The Psychokinesis was developed specifically to seize up muscles and energy by creating a cramping of the major muscles. Seizing the body in a violent manner. Nam would not be physically injured by the kinesis, however he wouldn't feel very good while it was in effect and most importantly he body would be motionless. Even so Geurin was no fool. A regular attack would do little more than injure the fighter, and Geurin needed more than that. Rather than using this chance to attack with a half hearted Ki attack, or another barrage of violent physical endeavors, Geurin would charge an attack that would do far more to damage his opponent. Now was the time for the Bikkuri.

From his position in the sky (Even if he couldn't punch Nam to the ground, the Psychokinesis was still launched) Geurin's arm's began to twirl around him, slowly as in the ancient Namekian art Geurin began to charge an attack Nam had seen time and again. Geurin began to charge his Bikkuri-Sho. The green rings appeared over his arm's yet again, circling with razor intent around each arm. Geurin however was not satisfied. In his last training he had accomplished the impossible and created a fourth ring for each arm. The difference between three and four was nothing small, so charging for that fourth ring was necessary. If Nam had somehow avoided the hidden Kinesis, Geurin would have less time and would likely be unable to actually charge his fourth ring, but assuming he did he would do so.

"The mistake I made last time Nam, was having no control over my own power"

They had been fighting for some time in their base states, and being so incredibly similar to each other made for a brisk warm up. Both fighters knew there was more to it than that. Nam had two more forms to ascend with before he would be completed, and Geurin had a vast amount of energy to resource from before his body would be defeated. Geurin began pulling at that energy. The Bikkuri rings pulsing as the numbers rose.

"Now I have control and it appears to me that you...do not"

Assuming the Psychokinesis had taken the appropriate effect, Nam would have 20-30 seconds of muscle cramping agony ahead of him, giving Geurin his needed charge time. His jest at his own attack was adding insult to injury, something Geurin was particularly good at. With his rings pulsing a glow of neon green the Namek continued, not content with his harassment of the victim he had goaded into the situation.

"Come Super Saiyan, come out and show me a real fight!"

The challenge was issued, their warm up was over and now the real fight began. What they had already gone through was mere childs play compared to the next hour of combat they would subject themselves too. Both fighters had the endurance to handle it. The question remained whose tactics would win the day, and who would walked out of the time chamber, and to the aid of their allies. With the three rings circling on each arm, Geurin finished his statements with audible grunts, that quickly turned into silent roars. His charging was evident.

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]~Charge 1~[/glow][/shadow]

[Deleted]

As Nam began to walk away, and Ritoru began to finally understand what was going on, his heart began to beat. Not like it always did, but in a pitter pat that was fast and even painful. He was going to go fight Geurin, and the sound of their tone made it seem so final. Ritoru wanted to say something, he wanted to stop them, but something had him paralyzed. Something had him entirely gripped from being able to say anything, or move to stop him. He watched as the two fighters walked into the chamber on the opposite end of the lookout, and disappeared right before his eyes. Suddenly the air returned to his lungs and he found himself finally able to move and speak. It was only then that he realized exactly what had been holding him back. The old Namekian, the Kami, had been holding onto Ritoru's tail. The boy hadn't noticed the old man move from his spot on the ground over towards Ritoru, and so when he had latched on the boy only attributed his paralysis to his anxiety of the situation. But as it turned out there was more too it than that.

Looking down at the old man with a look of utter confusion Ritoru wanted to speak but was again lost at the tongue. Whines and groans followed instead, like a whimpering puppy dog the toddler did what normal toddlers do best. He began to cry. His lip trembling with frustration, his head pounding from his interactive dreams, his heart hurting from the situation itself, and his body aching from the sudden grasp of his tail, Ru had finally been pushed to his limit, and his little four year old body couldn't handle anymore.

"M...Mickey!"

He cried, running over towards the door of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. It wasn't fast like he would normally run, but only powered by his little legs. His hurting soul was in no shape to forcefully run towards the door, and all the boy wanted was some comfort. It wasn't so much to ask to be comforted in a situation like this, and all he wanted was a hug, or for someone to whisper to him that it would be already. Someone to pet his hair as the lady had done on Nor, or boost his confidence like Zach and Nam always did so well. But the only person left for him here was the old green man who had given him the nasty water. He wouldn't be left alone right now. He began running towards the door of the chamber before he was suddenly stopped...