Another of God's creations (Aranea)

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A certain unknown figure from the shadows may have done away with the prints of blood marked on the ground, perhaps the only clue that might have led to the perpetrator of Ancient City’s catastrophic fate. But there was still one pretty obvious feat which carried over the small green creature like a sign saying he was the culprit. The characteristic purple blood of the namekians stained its claws like venom. Its body was soaked in blood like it was the substance used for bathing on a daily basis.

Of course, eventually the benighted creature would certainly run into another life form, it was fated to meet living beings for its drive to kill for the sake of killing surpassed even the strongest addiction to the most potent drug. It was instinct. Cold, unbridled, animalistic, genuine and absolute instinct that told the little monster that anything that could move must be broken like a washed-out toy so it could no longer move at all and render it useless and helpless; a conscious would not burden the creature. And could a creature without conscious, a creature that acts by instinct alone and lives by its biological code, could a creature like so be truly guilty of anything? –Or wasn’t it god’s will that this creature would act like so as a means to ‘regulate’ the population of all living things indiscriminately? If not, then why create such a thing in the first place…?

Absolutely nothing coursed through the questionable neurons of this little green critter as it observed a mere plant flailing in the faint breeze. It would leisurely peruse at the phenomenon with slanted eyes on its distinct color and shape. Another would probably be fooled to think the creature was actually contemplating its beauty, but it was simply determining how to crush it most effectively. But before the creature would terminate the brief life of such a thing his foot stopped just inches over it and instead ripped it from its roots.

The critter hadn’t noticed the presence of a spectator. Only until he had thoroughly devoured the flora like the savage it was did its eyes shift to gaze in askance of the larger life form which peered with accusing and determined eyes which held no room for second chances. The little critter smirked gleefully with a full belly, but now he had that chronic and inexplicable thirst for blood which must be quenched.

“Kekeke!” he cackled at the being as if to accept the challenge.

There were no doubts here. The namekian knew what this creature was and he knew what he did, his nose curled up to the stench which came from the decaying bodies of his brothers and the blood splattered on the ground because of this particular animal that had stumbled upon his planet by mere chance at this particular time when it was perfect. You’d have to be a genius mastermind to pull off what this ostensibly weak creature had done only moments ago without being detected by those who could make him perish in half a milisecond’s second.

The namekian, without so much of a warning, lounged forward with a battle cry of utter justice and swore to avenge the deaths of his people and probably their most sacred settlement. His speed was far more superior than the small critter whom was still condemned to the weighted-cuffs that burdened his wrists and pulled its body to the ground. The little monster had been dragged into the emerald ocean along with the namekian he began to choke the beast between his long nails but failed to yet pierce the skin. It was a matter of power. Despite the creatures mighty disadvantage, his strength now far exceeded a normal run-around-the-mill man and so its instinctual battle tactics alone were more than enough to subdue its counterparts.

A thin layer of energy coated the critter’s skin, the reason why the long and sharpened nails of this unfortunate soul could not end with its life. Saibaman grinned in utter bliss and painted the ocean in the color of his blood before he knew how and when he had been struck down. The short, but inevitable encounter, not only served to momentarily satisfy the beast until its next victim, but the waters have ultimately washed away the last and final proof of this little man’s endeavors in the past hour…

[aranea]

Things were changing, progressing faster than she believed. Her lover was dead, causing a great deal of inconvience to her. They're other partner, a Namekian who had alerted her Lady to the world, had never showed. Aranea was sure he either fled, or died before reaching them. Yet another bother on her part. It seemed like everyone around her was dying. And none of them had been by her hand. Just one inconvience after another.

But, all was not lost. A small creature had caught her attention. It was insignificant to most, at least to her lady it was. A city destroyed. Nothing too big, but Aranea could help but be impressed. She had kept tabs on the little devil. He had racked up quite the number of kills for such a little thing. All in all, there was only one thing Aranea could describe him as.

Absolutely, unbelievable, adorable.

"Well, aren't you just a little sweetling," Aranea purred, walking closer. The creature was monstrous, dangerous. The blood that had stained it had been washed off, though the scent of it still remained. The Delithan woman knelt down, smiling at the creature, her pearly white fangs clearly visible. She reached out, cooing.

"Come here little darling," she beckoned.

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(I bunnied you a little, but its cause I already knew what’s going to happen. If you want me to remove it, let me know. xP)

Saibaman was going about his business, about to wander off to wherever the wind took him and possibly run into a poor village. That village was fated for destruction in mere seconds, but that ultimatum was delayed by the appearance of yet another living being that called to the creature’s attention. It gazed at the lithe figure walking closer and closer. Her gentle voice felt soothing. Saibaman was idle for almost a complete minute before it simply raised its hand, aimed at her, and dismissed the individual with a quick energy blast.

The blast, however, was completely ineffective. Saibaman stopped in its tracks to observe the woman once more as she knelt before it. It was about to send another one, but something in her voice seemed to hypnotize it, or maybe it was her face, her smell. Saibamen don’t feel attraction, they don’t reproduce like other beings, so they had no need for hormones or any of that. They were a bit like namekians that way –like a far off relative race.

Then again, saibamen don’t disobey the orders of their masters and they generally don’t live as long as this one has. Usually, they self-destruct upon command and that was the end of it, but this one was different. This one escaped its inevitable fate on Vegeta. It escaped the clutches of death while remaining completely oblivious to it. It invaded another planet and destroyed their most sacred city, masterfully yet blissfully benighted left without detection. It did all of this, and it wasn’t even aware of how ‘great’ its feats were.

Saibaman was under her spell. It couldn’t bring itself to disobey her orders like he did with the saiyans and walked closer innocently and eternally ignorant.

[aranea]

The little devil shot a beam at her. She let it hit, hardly feeling it. Instead of angering her, she only loved him even more. The creature began to fire another, but stopped. She grinned even more. Being around Aburacca had it's perks. Slowly, the being came closer and closer. Her violet eyes gazed over the cute little monster. Like Namekians, his skin was green. She was curious if he was related to them in someway or another. He also didn't seem to have a gender. At least, not one that she could recognize immediately. His body was a darker green and almost seemed to be armored. And as she gazed into his red eyes, Aranea fell in love.

It had been a while since she had a pet of any kind. She knew right then and there that she wanted this little cutie as her new pet. When he was close enough, she scooped him up. His skin was rough and in her arms, he was roughly the size of a small child. Not that she held any small children before. She purred, holding him close.

"Oh, what a darling little monster you are! Would you like to come home with me, sweetling?" she purred, running her talons along it's cheek. This must be how mothers feel. Or people with pets. Either way, she knew that she would have him as her own. She gazed at him.

"Now, what shall we call you, hm?" she cooed. Aranea didn't care if he had a name. Or if he didn't want to come with him. He was going to, there was no choice in the matter.

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Saibaman yelped as it was lifted off the ground. It didn’t know what was occurring nor what she was saying. As a saibaman, they were born with a series of commands engraved into their memories. They didn’t ‘truly’ know what those words meant, but they knew the action, the movement they were supposed to produce after hearing the words from an authority figure. They were words keywords like kill, sit, run, attack, self-destruct… But being the mindless beasts they were, they couldn’t really understand a common sentence, for that implied they could somehow sustain some form of conversation by replying with actions or movements.

“Kekekeke!” it spouted, the only real sound it could produce. With no real answer, the woman would take the creature home and dress it up for a tea party, and Saibaman wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it because of this odd and strange vibe it was getting from the woman. The brain signals that have, in a way, studied outside events were supposed to give it orders like ‘Terminate, Kill, Annihilate, Eat…’, but instead Saibaman was receiving no commands at all; and so, like a robot, remained completely motionless.

[aranea]

The little creature was just so darling. She held him closer, cooing softly as it sprouted off it's cute little answer. She smiled, scritching it under the chin with one of her talons.

"Keke it is then. I didn't take you for a girl. But no matter," she purred, giving her little Keke a kiss on the forehead. She was in love with her already as she turned away from the water and body that lay next to it, heading down the road. She held her new pet close, purring softly to her.

"Now Keke, we're going to have to give you a proper bath when we return home. After all, you may be cute, but that's no excuse for smelling rotten. A girl must always look, and act the best. Especially one as darling as you! Hmm...I wonder what you like to eat though. I'm sure you don't eat lightning like I do. We'll have to stop off somewhere and pick up something. A village should have some food we can get for you, I'm sure. I'll also need to get you a collar and leash. Don't want you running off on me.' Aranea continued to talk as she walked toward a small village. As they entered the outskirts, the screaming began, people running away.

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The moment their presence was detected, the populace began to squirm and flail all over the vacant village. How fast it took them to react and the urgency in which they did it implied that either of the two unwanted visitors had become a notoriously known across the entire planet. Saibaman continued to struggle under the one-sided affection of the woman whom attempted to suffocate him in her arms. The little critter certainly felt ‘something’ for this mysteriously dominant figure, but it was barely potent enough to make his genetic code reject the idea of attacking her. Walking around like Pals was crossing the line.

“Kekeke!” he screeched. Keke’s eyes sparkled with utter interest in the sacks of meat running around, he wanted to join the party and rage havoc upon yet another settlement. Right now he felt like a dog in chains while the ridiculing feline tempts him with delicious bones that seemed to teasingly flaunt their nonexistent buttocks in an act of mockery. Keke’s mouth began to drool out of desperation. “Keeeeeeeeekeeeeee!” he said mouth wide as he insisted on pushing her arms off him with his little claws, but she was much more powerful than she appeared to be.

Naturally, there would be two or three brave namekians who would stand up for a challenge and attempt to defend their village. Aranea could probably wipe them off the planet with the flick of a finger, or she can make sport of it and allow her new pet to have some more fun. Regardless of her decision, Keke was a persistent one and would not walk out of this village without one personal casualty. Saibamen had ways of fighting that needn’t include their limbs. His cranius would sprout open from the visible line that separated his head into two halves. Aranea would have a first-class seat at the makings of the characteristic acid which is fermented within his own noggin.

The first and closest namekian would squeal in utter pain and the other would watch in awe as the targeted area slowly began to melt off his bones. Usually, Keke would strike instinctively at the head of his enemies, but his current situation caused for minor inaccuracies regarding his aim. The namek, capable of regeneration, although in unsurmountable pain, would not die as they were biologically created to survive as long as their head remained intact. Naturally, Keke couldn’t possibly grasp the concept of what brings death. All his little mind can muster is, ‘it’s moving’ ‘attack’ ‘it stops moving’. He enjoyed watching them squirrel around like a pack of bulls and misguided lambs, but the moment they stopped he would completely lose his interest and search for a new ‘playing buddy’.

[aranea]

Unlike the creature in her arms, Aranea paid the Namekians no mind. Screams were a regular thing in her world. Maybe if she had walked into the village and it had been quiet she would've noticed. But since that was not the case, she continued to walk and day dream. Colors were on her mind. White would not suit her darling pet one bit. It was too pure and would look silly. Purple was out of the question too. She always hated the combination of purple and green. Pink would look nicely on her little devil though. It helped that Keke was already pink in some areas. She just had to make sure she got the right shade of it. One tone off and the whole picture would be ruined. Even just the image of Keke in the wrong color was enough to make her sniffle. It was only when the screams became so loud they pierced her thoughts did Aranea think to take in her surroundings.

The Namekians were fleeing in fear. It seemed this tiny town had no warriors to call it's own. Either that or they were all out. A few tried to attack the duo, but it seemed Keke had an interesting talent. Acid spurted from her, burning parts of Namekians, causing their screams. Black tears formed at the edges of her eyes, her full lips curling up into a smile.

"Oh, Keke!! What an utterly ADORABLE secret you'e been keeping from Mommy!" She set her down, kneeling on the ground before her. She took the Sibaman's face in her hand, cooing. A few Namekians continued to try and get close, though lightning raining down from the heavens quickly stopped that. Aranea grinned, putting her hands in her lap.

"Now Keke, what do you want to do first? Do you want to get a pretty dress? Or do you want to get a pretty pink collar, hm?" she asked, smiling.

[Blaze]

Telepathy is common among the Namekian people. Rather than using technology, it is easier for them to use their minds to communicate with one another.

With that, it was simple for any one of the villagers to send out a cry for help, alerting one of the nearby Black Gi. As the planets "police and military force", it is their duty to respond to any activity such as this. Especially after the recent "Terrorist Attack" on Yemall, as both the Guru and the SSE would label it.

One of the Gi would hear the distress, and feel the energy. He would alert the Guru of his location and actions, then move in to investigate the issue.

((The Namekian arriving will be NPC and under your control if you wish as to not interfere with your thread further. Simply doing this to show that the Guru and his warriors won't just sit idle.))

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At last, the psycho obsessive woman had lowered the critter onto the ground, a grave mistake as Saibaman was finally free to move on its own. Just as she was contemplating what kind of clothing to dress Keke in a namekian had revealed himself from hiding and attacked without remorse. Saibaman turned around and was then bitch-slapped by the namekian whom made his presence known. The little creature landed several yards away and picked itself back up when it was met with the namekian face to face once again.

The moment he went out of hiding and attacked Saibaman, his fate was sealed. It didn’t matter whether Keke killed him or not, for Aranea would have dismissed him with nothing less than a lightning bolt from the heavens. The namekian growled in anger in spite of the destruction which had been caused by the two and he was sure that one of them had something to do with Ancient City. He lashed out with an attempt to punch Saibaman again, but the little critter was faster than he thought. Keke would disappear in a flash, and the namekian would find a gaping hole in his chest.

The critter aimed his open palm at him from behind and finished the job with a quick energy wave. It then looked back at Aranea for a few seconds. Something urged it to go to her, something which was inexplicable. But it then remembered all the hugging and smushing… it turned around and started running away with its little feet, leaving behind the short-lived name of Keke and the woman.

“Kekekekeke!”

(PL – sorry for the post, I was just out of it and it has been waiting for some time ><”)

[Blaze]

He was livid with pure anger. Carnel... that bastard thought he could dictate Blaze's choices!? Blaze wanted to put down the one responsible for the Ancient City... and Carnel said no. He refused to tell Blaze anything, and went on about how vengeance was wrong and all that crap.

Sure, Blaze wasn't a very vengeful person... but he was making an exception for this one. It was going to be a slaughter. A murder. A straight up releasing of pure hell on this person...

How did Blaze know who Aranea even was? She can thank the Albino Saiyan, Zilo for that one. His Ki Glove technique proved useful on the old Namekian for forcefully drawing his memories of the ones responsible out into his own mind. He also learned of the Saiyan and his demise. This "Caius" guy did a good thing putting him down, Blaze would one day meet him and thank him personally.

But now he had her scent. Carnel remembered her Ki Signature... now Blaze knew. And he was homing in like a hellfire missile with a target. He was getting closer... closer... then, he felt her down below. And down he went, a sonic boom ringing behind him untill he stopped up in the air from her.

Fourth form. His armor fixed. His eyes had turned blood red like the eyes of every blood thirsty Icarian who lived before him.

"You! Aranea, the demon bitch who caused all this death... I live on this fucking rock and consider these my people! And you're killing them!"

He began to glow with a smokey jet black Ki, and he rose his hand in front of him.

"I... am the last thing... you'll ever see."

The energy pulled inward from around them into his hand, making a loud, deep humming noise before it grew into a large black ball. Blaze looked up.

"DIE!"

He twisted his hand, and released the horrifying Death Cannon. Simple to say... it would be more than enough to erase her down to nothing in one single blast.

[aranea]

Just as she was trying to figure out exactly what color pink would best go with her little Keke's skin, a Namekian burst from the shadows and knocked her poor dear away. Aranea was livid. Lightning sparked from her hands as she stood, the sky overhead becoming overcast. But, before she could strike down the miserable cur, her little angel attacked. She purred, grinning as the man fell to the ground dead. What a marvelous pet she had found!

"Oh baby, you did so well. Come give mama Aranea a hug!" she cooed, opening her arms wide. But, instead of running to her, Keke gazed at her once, and ran away. Aranea stood there, eyes wide, black heart breaking.

"Keke...?" she called softly. Black tears welled up in her eyes as she sniffed, both hands over her heart. Her baby, her most beloved Keke had abandoned her, left her! Aranea wanted nothing more than to sob dramaticly. But, she wasn't even allowed to do that. For before she could, a man (at least, she believed it was a man) landed a few feet from her. He was lizard like, bald, and most likely scaly. She disliked him instantly. What a disgusting, foul creature. And one that was yelling at her? Telling her to die? Oh, this would not do. As he continued to yell, to charge his attack, her glittering mist encircled them. She moved, the death cannon whistling past her. The town was encased with her mist, leaving all but her blind. Grinning, she sauntered over to the man, moving behind him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned close.

"Uh uh uh. That wasn't very nice," she purred, kissing his cheek, "See you next time sweetling."

With that, she let go, disappearing into her mist. Seconds later, it was gone, and so was she.

But, for how long?

[Blaze]

She released her Mist around her. Blaze had seen this in Carnel's memories, but didn't allow it to bother him in the slightest. His attack would cover a wide enough radius, she couldn't hide.

The Namekians in the area got smart and fled. That suited Blaze just fine, he was just after the Woman, after all. His attack collided with the ground with a shattering explosion that would be seen for miles. Blaze had to defend against the shockwave himself during the explosion.

He didn't feel her energy. At first, he believed he had succeeded. Then, he felt her behind him. "Uh uh uh." she said softly into his ear. "That wasn't very nice,"

Blaze stiffened. He missed? Impossible! She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "See you next time sweetling." She whispered. Blaze growled. "Yeah..." he said, a Ki Blade extending as he spun around. "In Hell!" he roared. But his blade only sliced clean through a mist-like after image of the woman.

He looked around to find her. Then, he closed his eyes, scanning with Metazone to find her. But nothing... she wasn't anywhere to be found. Blaze growled and let out a roar of pure rage. His first attempt at revenge and he screws it up. That, and he soon realized he had erased the homes of the villagers below.

He lowered into the crater to think for a little bit about his next move. But one thing was sure in his mind... She was not escaping next time.

[Blaze]

((PL Please!))