Densetsu (Suki/Boli/?) (Saga)

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Her energy was bouncing. It was as though she were dying many times over, and yet still her aura stood. She was fighting, that much was clear, but whether or not she was winning could not be determined. Suki knew however the likelihood of Serori being succesful, and this only pushed him further. His slick body powered through the windy tundra with ease, and the sight of Boliko Koregutsu would be nothing more than a speck by the time the King's insane transformation transpired. It was not lost on the Emperor. His eyes widened, but he dare not look back. The spike in power was ungodly, it was well over three million in power, something Touketsuki had not yet achieved.

Focus Dammit!

He swore to himself, a verbal biting of his tongue to bring him closer to his love. How he had dreamed of his combat with Boliko, and the dance they would make across the skies of Kold. He had always known their combat would be at home. Boliko however seemed uneffected by the subzero temperatures, no doubt thanks to his masculine power, the golden aura that it seemed all saiyans had under their possesion. First Nam, then Rensou, and of course Boliko their king would. Serori was far more important than his pety rivalry, or the saiyans need for redemption. He had to find her, and as his power jolted him forward, the pursuit began. Boliko was still a sizeable distance from the icer, but his encrouching power level suggested that he was in fact chasing Suki.

I cannot be stopped, not now, not like this!

Serori, the only thing on his mind was her elevating power level. It seemed as though the fighting there was more intense than he could have imagined, so stopping to fight the King was still out of the question. It was time to distract him, that was the only thing suki could hope to do.

Both hands had been at his side for the flight towards the fleet of saiyan ships, and so pointing them down towards the ground, the Icer formed two sharp discs, each one a deep purple. As if the ability to slice a man in half wasn't bad enough, these notably homing beacon's would seek after the burning power that Boliko was emitting.

But that power!

He was still maxxed out well above Suki's power. So the discs would likely not cut the man's head off as intended. Any short distraction they could cause would help him. Perhaps he would be so distracted that Suki could in fact disappear, or at least get close enough to IT his way out of the combat. Or even better, perhaps Boliko really would lose his head, or an arm, or even a sliver off his finger combating the two discs.

Regardless the Icer continued his flight, knowing that slowing down even slightly would mean a full fledged combat with the saiyan, and that was something he could not afford, not with the clock ticking on Serori.

Their in flight combat had begun.

[Gray Callahan]

His opponent's rejection to stand and face him further enraged the snarling beast that once was Boliko. His face contorts, a hideous reprisal of the prehistoric form that the Saiyan race once may have looked, more monster than man.

Two energy discs shimmer with a killing intent towards the Oozaru-possessed Koregutsu. The sharpness of the discs would slice through his flesh no problem, and even an unfeeling beast would be severely hindered by the loss of a limb or head. Especially a head.

Unfortunately for Touketsuki he had forgot a key factor; Boliko's own razor attack was still prepared, razors shimmering between his fingers, the golden now bolstered with a corrupted green. His hand slice's down, and two of the three daggers detach, slicing through each disc with pin-point accuracy. Each side of the disc would fall to the side and dissipate harmlessly, Boliko's frame whistling speedily between them. The third whistles through the air with a sniper's speed, aiming to strike Touketsuki in the back, or the tail; in fact, the tail was the main target, a violent removal of that hateful appendage the Oozaru's current goal.

The new commander of Boliko's flesh was one of little words; his anger was absolute, the only emotion worthy of feeling. Fear and pain were long absent, as was any suggestion of honour or morality. He was a beast, a hungry beast, and Touketsuki was the prey whose flesh Oozaru craved. Suki was going full pelt, but Boliko's power allowed him to catch up to his foe with relative easy, and vibrant orbs of immense energy were glowing in his hands.

The distance between the two was now less than fifty metres. Oozaru was aware that Touketsuki would try his utmost to escape, to run back to the 'nest' in his own terms; and even if he did, he could pursue at length, travel to Touketsuki's destination taking a few minutes at most. Still, he wanted his prey HERE and NOW; and so he needed to turn him around.

A volley of blindingly white ki blasts is released from the densetsu super saiya-jin, the Starblasts technique finally in action. If Touketsuki had managed to avoid the lethal dagger aimed at his fore, then he would have more difficulty avoiding this, a stream of high-impact blasts of similar vein to the previous Punisher Spread, each blast aimed for a certain part of Touketsuki's body or the area surrounding him. Dodge one and he was likely to be pelted with another; and while one or two blasts were unlikely to be fatal, they would certainly debilitate and weaken him further. The speed of Boliko's blasts were once again measurably above that of Touketsuki's own power.

And this was not even a serious attack. The predator was merely toying with his chosen prey, the super alpha seeking to dominate his point over the perceived omega animal. And he was certainly a super alpha, a super saiyan beyond all previous super saiyans who had risen around him. The power was exuberant, like a needle in the arm to the man who desired upon all desires to survive and win.

The monster was not letting Suki get away lightly.

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The bastard closed in with frightening speed. This creature was not King Boliko, the glance Suki had taken provided only the most horrendous outline of a beast far more dark. Suki had little right to dictate how and by whom this vengeance would be carried out, but as long as Serori was in danger he had to try. Nearly nose diving down to the planet, it was clear that the only thing that would hinder Boliko in the least was the land itself. It was time to utilyze the Icer's kinetic abilities.

Mental powers were something that Suki took great pride in. They had nearly crushed Zach back on Earth, and had broken the arm of Rensou back on Epoch. Although both of those foe's had been weaker, Suki could only hope that this would be enough to prevent the Saiyan from encroaching closer.

First from behind him the rocks would shift, rising into the air in the form of a small wall. Certainly Boliko would have no problem tearing through a wall like that, however it was enough to prevent his deadly dagger from ripping through his tail, something Suki was all too grateful for. He continued to bring up the landscape using the thick glaciers and rocks around him as defensive measures. There was no point in sending these to attack the King, he was far to powerful. Hell the rocks would likely disintigrate before making contact due to the burning power. But again they served their purpose each one of Boliko's powerful volleys met with the landscape, exploding prematurely to their target.

All but one

The single Ki blast made its way to the middle of the icer's back, and the pain was immediately noticeable, so much so that it sent Suki careening into the ground, hitting a patch of snow, and with the velocity at which he was flying, rolling down the end of this mountain, and into the waters below.

His back burned, and the creature imagined what could have happened had more made contact, one his had sent him barrelling out of the sky, anymore would be...

There was no point in thinking about it serori was.

Gone

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No sign

No life

Just gone

In her battle with Rensou, a powerlevel had just gone dark, and with Serori powered down and Suki in combat it was hard to tell whom had just been killed...but Rensou was still there, that much was certain. His mind raced, yet again he was met with a mental dilemma. There were no pills strong enough to level him out now, not with the adrenaline, and certainly not with this. His eyes welled and the Icer shot from the icy waters, stopping prematurely to Boliko. Likely not stopping to chat Suki would still speak, both individuals long past logical reasoning.

"You got what you wanted saiyan pig! While you assaulted me, your generals played God!"

A mask of Icer armor shot across the front of Suki's mouth, his smooth skin bulking, and curving. The pupils in his eyes disappeared making way for two deep red slots, hardly noticeable from behind the face cover. His shoulders again took on the form of a cover guard, and his limbs grew in size.

Boliko's next attack would not be to a fleeing Icer, nor would it be to a powerless opponent. One of them would die in the coming moments.

[Gray Callahan]

Snarling.

Suki's words bounce meaninglessly off of his ears. Once upon the time they would have meant something to Boliko Koregutsu, but they meant nothing to the demonic spirit that seemed to cohabit his body.

His body collides and transcends effortlessly through the sheer raised landscape that his foe put in his path. His previous assault had been blocked, to an extent; the true purpose achieved, though. Prey faced predator, on terms almost equal. Touketsuki had been knocked off course, violently struck through ice and water, and now stood facing Oozaru in the epitome of Icer ascension, the form created for fighting, a truly dignified sight. Debris and energised smoke billows out, Boliko whipping through this shrapnel like a vengeful god; and that was almost what he was. A saiyan god.

His opponent had grown larger, to be sure; but was still dwarfed by his own form and strength. The Oozaru-Boliko didn't even pause to look at his foe's form. A single, crushing knee is sails through the air at hundreds upon hundreds of miles per hour, aimed at the Icer's chests. The legendary super saiya-jin intends to break every single bone in Touketsuki's body with a single blow.

It was doubtful that the beast would find his prey defeated that easily, but nor should Touketsuki under-estimate his opponent; even behind the raw strength lay a primitive cunning, with no remorse nor any semblance of mercy.

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His left hand lit up with swirling purple ki as the saiyan approached, his right all to ready to accept the attack. The upward knee strike was met by the right palm of Suki, lifting himself up and over the saiyan. The agile icer was up and over Boliko within moments, both of them moving faster than common eyes would comprehend. As his body flew from over the saiyan, his left arm extended, the Ki within his hand ready to crash into the saiyan. The Crasher Ball was just that, an attack meant to cause large amounts of damage as quickly as possible. No doubt the saiyan was not finished with him, even if the attack hit spot on it would do little more than piss the creature off. This of course was no longer Koregutsu, it had a mind of its own, and therein laid his one advantage.

Zipping backwards after lauching the attack there was no doubt that Boliko would be able to whip around to counter, hopefully physically once again. It was strange to be so physically capable. Suki had always been one to control his Ki better than any of his opponents, but in this form he too felt the strength in his muscles. The power behind his punches and the ferocity within his core. This truly was the best he was capable of. Never before had Suki been forced into this form, and only once before had he ever ventured there freely. The Royal form was something thought impossible to achieve, and yet here he stood able to boast his abilities.

Yet Boliko was beyond that still, his energy burning around the immense muscular structure. Boliko may not have been in the right mind to appreciate Suki's new armor, but Suki could see his.

These pathetic attacks...they cannot

What? Distract him? Hurt him? Kill him? No, there was nothing that his attacks could do. No number of Crasher Balls would hinder the warrior, no number of punisher cannons would end his destructive behavior. There was only one thing that Suki had left that he could do. He would need more power...he would need to release the best he had.

His body began to churn the Ki, his aura flaring once again, he would have to take whatever Boliko could deal. His body needed to prepare as this attack would be his only hope...

Hope...

No that was the wrong word, this attack would be his only chance at ending their conflict. It was clear to Suki now that no whether or not he died, the saiyans would only push on. They were not here for vengeance, they were her for blood, just as they always have been. All the work Koregutsu had put into civilizing the race, and Touketsuki had undone it all. With the death of Rensou Hiruen, and the hindrance of several buildings, he had devolved the entire species back to their primal instincts to kill. Serori had been the last of the saiyans capable of such caring thought and nature, and she was dead at the hands of that damned monster.

Not Rensou

The monster of hate. As his body charged Suki could only think of that monster. It had been the monster that had driven him to kill in the first place. The thoughts of his father peering past his insanity. The man had been so two faced, he had been so dark, so dark in fact that it had tormented Suki. Evil had taken Lord Yakedo. Evil had been passed down to the young Lord Touketsuki. Evil had been placed in the hearts of the saiyans he faced, and little did they know evil had been placed in the heart of Gurin several billion miles away.

Serori had avoided that monster, but she too must have been overcome, surely she could not have missed his messages, his begging for her to stay out of it. Yet here she was, disobeying him at the cost of her life.

Enough was enough. Suki was ending the hate monster here. He would kill everyone, including himself. Blaze did not possess that hate, he could rebuild. The way suki saw it, was the last remaining beings of hate were here on Kold, and this would be his only opportunity.

Charge 1

[Gray Callahan]

Boliko's weight was deflected by the Icer with some difficulty, but Suki opened the distance between the two with confidence. Oozaru felt impressed; his prey took the force of his previous attack and sent it all to waste, a smart tactic. And then, the counter-assault.

The Crasher Ball. Certainly, a weaponised martial art's discipline capable of great pain and suffering to those callous enough to allow it's use; the orbicular mass of purple destruction would have killed a lesser creature in a single swing. However, this new Super Saiya-jin was no lesser creature; the power he displayed was one of the greatest the universe had ever witnessed in living memory. The ball does crash, and hard, into the legendary warrior's chest nonetheless; a huge cloud of smoke billows out, but in a flash the gargantuan king ascends. Their are scorch marks on his chest, but the impact did little but irritate his senses. Touketsuki had perhaps thought he'd do more to deflect or block the assault, but the possessed entity of Koregutsu possessed a hide to rival Touketsuki's own armoured form in this state, his sheer bulk of muscle effectively nigh-impenetrable.

His form was much like the Ultra Super-Saiya-jin form his parallel, Nam, had ascended to on Vegeta, but with several edges that gave it a massive advantage over the young half-saiyan's battle. While his musculature was increased to a godly degree, it did not hinder his speed growth; Boliko's body was as mechanically fast as it could be at his power level. Nam's form, clumsily, gained no increase in speed, and while the speed of a base Super Saiyan was nothing to balk at, it could not compare to Guerin's demonic speed. And, Boliko had full control to an extended energy supply; whereas the Ultra form still felt like a forced form, the Legendary transformation felt as natural to Boliko (or, for now, the primitive beast he had reverted to) as his base or Super Saiyan states - he was not growing tired. His energy, in fact, felt almost limitless.

He felt like he was going to burst with power. For once he felt infinite. He felt he could stand against the testament of time itself, an eternal warrior floating through space... Both Boliko and the Oozaru shared this vision, and both inwardly rejoiced.

Touketsuki had not come acoss the whole truth of it; that Oozaru WAS one with Boliko Koregutsu the man, rather than an alternative personality; but, his hate amplified, to a point that the man was almost a prisoner in his own mind, Bruce Banner to the Hulk. And thus the Oozaru recognises the energy that was heading in his direction, that of Rensou Hiruen, his pack-brother. An ally, and harmless, though he wouldn't extend a greeting to his friend. His mind was set on destruction and death, anger amplified to such a degree that Boliko was truly lost.

But, this was his fight, his prey, his chase, his victory, his... war.

It felt like he and Suki had been locked eternally in this conflict, although it was sufficiently less time than that; but his failure to prevent the deaths of thousands of his people had left his mind locked in a timeless limbo, his dreams haunted by death, fear and hate. He had hoped to end it on Earth, what seemed millennia ago, but his torment had continued due to the interference of one blonde human whom he had callously spared; and his people had suffered greatly from his own mercy, around that very moment in time. He had extended the hand of life to a human monster, whose own life had been wrecked by two rogues of Boliko's kind - and rogues they were. No saiyan's had been given official missions on Earth in hundreds of years. They had been fended off by the locals, who were much stronger than records had indicated, and most of the saiyan strength was locked in civil war...

War had possessed saiyan-kind since they had evolved to a reasonably intelligent level, when survival took the name of murder. Fighting was instinct; even renegades or the mentally ill desired the challenge and thrill of fighting. The Legendary state had amplified this to such a degree that the Oozaru in Boliko saw nothing but war.

There was a weaker energy with Rensou, unrecognisable - perhaps more prey? It was Saiyan, but that scent meant nothing to a being whose race had killed itself again and again.

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His foe had stopped moving, and Boliko felt his energy surge, but no attack was produced. That could only mean one thing; Touketsuki was preparing an attack, perhaps his most powerful; he meant to end the fight in one fell swoop. Oozaru's face twists into a snarl; he wanted the sport, and he would have it. His own energy spikes as high, higher; and he too did not produce an attack, golden energy tinted with a sickly green exploding and sending rivulets of water torrenting down as snow miles higher in the troposphere instantly melted. The two energies had changed the icy blizzard to a tropical hurricane.

At the same time, he opens his jaw; oxygen rushes in like a vacuum, a golden glow of energy in his throat liquefying it to a super-condensed form. This was almost instinctive, now; the oxygen could be released slowly over the course of a month, making the super saiyan self-reliant.

(Charge - 1)

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The attack was ready for launch...or rather it would have been normally. His death ball was the perfect tool of destruction, capable of removing a planet with little effort. His coup de grace and yet he had another, one that took even longer. The last time he had used his death ball was on Earth against Nam. Nam had charged for the same amount of time and launched his attack, thanks to a small amount of strength that he possessed over the Icer his attack was superior.

And so he developed a new attack.

He had used it in conquering Kanassa, and had nearly destroyed the planet by accident. Without having to hold back, this attack would do what it was intended to. It was his super nova. Both hands shot up into the air as the energy from within his body formed the death ball. That attack would have been enough to put on a show, and yet he wanted more. He wanted to ensure that this problem ended here. That this crisis would never again be necessary between the Icer and his saiyan adversary. Boliko was too skilled, and too passionate to be allowed to walk away. The man was brilliant, and yet possessed. He had to die here.

The death ball grew, and from his right hand rose a purple Ki that converted into what seemed to be a realistic fire. The super nova was a death ball with the heat of a dying star. Already the icer could feel the warmth. The Ice caps too shook at its might, melting almost instantly, streaming water down the side of the mountainous region. Whatever Boliko was planning had the Sea stirring below him, and so the heavens trembled as they charged.

Charge 2

[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

Serori's power had dropped to its minimum. She had no hope left, barely able to will her legs to move. Through the snow, sleet and hail they trudged, pushing forward. The ability to fly was lost on her mind, only able to follow a single track: lead Rensou to Suki and Boliko. What would happen after that, she had no idea. This was the end, for her and her husband. The Saiyans had won, and there was nothing she could do about it...

Serori's pace was fast, but absent minded. She was barely picking up the ki signatures of the elite duo. But the part of her that was paying attention suddenly screamed at her. She lifted her head sharply, eyeing the two in the distance, hardly keeping up with their quick movements, until they stopped.

Suki was in a form that Serori had seen once before. A devestating power level, uncontrolable rage, something that only she could stop...and yet, should she stop it? This was the form of Suki when he was going to destroy a planet....and if he did, he would take everyone here down with him. She remembered Blaze and Glaecer, and the new arrival, several meters from where she and Rensou were fighting. If Suki were to destroy Kold, everybody would be taken down...although she deserved it, at least three more, that she knew of, didn't. She had to stop him...

But then there was Boliko. Or at least, she assumed it was Boliko. The signature was...different. Much more different than the Boliko she knew. It was powerful, and also full of rage. A Super Saiyan, but...something more. Remembering back to her studies on Vegeta, she could only assume that this was what a true Saiyan can only hope for, the legend..

A Legendary Super Saiyan.

This rage, the spell that Boliko was under...there would be nothing that she could do to stop him. Could she even stop Suki? She had done it once before, but that had been a time when she was supposed to be on Kold. Suki had given very strict orders for her to not come back, to leave Kold, to save herself and stay with her civilians. But here she was, and not only that, but pregnant. She had lost the life of Aice, and for what cause? Nothing. The fighting she'd spent had amounted to a whopping load of shit, nothing had changed, except she was spent. She could not fight anymore. Not due to lack of physical capacity and energy, but she had lost the will to fight. Tired of seeing people die...what should she do?

Still a ways away from Suki and Boliko, Serori activated her ki wings, giving a test flap, before soaring into the air. She sped up, looking behind her to make sure that Rensou was still with her. What he would accomplish by coming to this fight was anyone's guess. But she would not fail again, not this time.

Reaching the duo, Serori landed, stumbling slightly, as her feet sank into the snow. By now, Both Boliko and Suki had started charging attacks, and Serori knew that if something didn't happen, they would both destroy everything, whether purposefully or not. She took a step forward, reaching out...

And from far away, on a different planet, there was the release of such a large ki signature, that it shook even Kold. Serori felt it, saw it in the sky, even through the light of day. It looked like the eruption of a star, a super nova, bright in the azure sky. Serori could feel the vast number of lives, ending, as the planet Vegeta blew up, the ki signatures that individually could not be felt, but together created what could only be known as the ki of the planet. It was enough to stop Serori in her tracks, mouth agape, barely breathing.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The freezing torrents of ice had done little to stop the approach of one Rensou Hiruen, his tail churning the air behind him while he walked, as light as a feather upon the snowdrifts with the slightest swirl of his aura lighting the way. Towards what, the Saiyan knew exactly not. Scarred visage was serious, his mouth a grim line yet those fiery teals shimmered with anticipation. The pair he and the traitor now approached were without equal, the cataclysm of their conflict crumbling the landscape around them in great landslides that sent recognizable shudders deep to the center of this desolate planet, the explosions of their ki felt in shockwaves that permeated the thin air that filled twin lungs again and again, calm, delicious breaths~

The scouter upon his ear sounded with a high beep, and transmissions finally reached ear.

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“. . .multiple powers identified.”

A flash upon the screen that a jewel of an eye watched with curiosity, and then the symbols spelled something that caused a gasp as air ceased in the throat, the letters 'pon scouter signifying where exactly the radio broadcasts were being sent from.

“Saru is under attack, I repeat~”

Teeth flashed whence snarl erupted from throat, surprise quickly metamorphosing into rage at the realization that what the bug crushed by his footfall had said was the truth all along, and Rensou Hiruen immediately turned his eyes up towards the figure charging an attack in the sky, for he knew no “Geurin,” and had no idea that any powers of such magnitude besides himself, Boliko, and Touketsuki existed. Nay. This Icer was the cause, for in times of terrifying stress and rising anger the mentality lashes out in the direction of the most preferable target.

“Someone, help! My mommy is hurt and the city is destroyed! ! !”

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The mighty frame of General Rensou Hiruen shivered, shuddering with passionate hatred as his body began to levitate of own accord. Golden light flashed about him, a bolt of lightning ripping through the air and blasting frozen earth apart as if it were naught but dust, and such it became as it was ripped apart atom by atom when it entered the radius of the golden inferno. Those teals rolled violently in the skull, the scouter blasted apart in an instant. Mato had strengthened the device with talent, but it was no match for the single greatest gathering of strength that existence had bore witness to in over a millennium.

Ten million measurements of fighting prowess were present and flaring.

With his fierce orbs trained on the dreaded demon in the air above him, it was all but natural that they noticed the blinding flash of light that illuminated a sky brimming with darkened clouds, and what was left of sense of self was shattered that very moment. There was no honor here, no longer could this be a bout between Touketsuki Yakedo and Boliko Koregutsu. Someway, somehow, the bastard had launched a counteroffensive that he had undoubtedly been planning and preparing for half a decade of peace between factions. The scarred devil from a planet that no longer lived and thrived with his fighting people was no more, and payment would be taken in blood.

Musculature quivered as the body coiled, crouching as it hovered in the sky some distance from his brother, whom Rensou hardly registered. As the left arm straightened within the golden inferno, teal eyes glanced down the emblem of the Hiruen clan emblazoned against his tan hide. Twin manifestations of energy sparked to life, those dreaded spheres of his family. They began to swirl with such phenomenal speed, trickles of energy condensing into a centrifugal point within shaking, bent digits. The left hand drew the power behind him, and the right cradled his chaotic sphere of cyan when the body twisted sideways to allow such positioning. Teeth ran agrit, sweat rose from pores and illuminated every throbbing vein beneath the skin.

Tsuken, Sessa, Sujest, Noko. This is for you. . .

The Tsurunoha revolved in perfect circles around the budding accumulation of the most destructive technique Rensou had to offer, a charged Tsuruha. The power itself was derived from three points; twin baubles and the core of energy within him, and from the trifecta it trickled into the weapon that the lips began to introduce as they parted to reveal clenched canine and incisor that allowed an audible growl between them.

“Tsu. . .”

[Charge 1]

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[Gray Callahan]

Ice and fire. That was the hell their fight had raised, the artificial explosion Touketsuki's ball imitated contrasting with the stark, melting wastes that surrounded the duo. Boliko's own energy was charging at the same rate, but it was not yet physically manifested; at a whim he could shoot an attack of his choosing outwards. Blazing warm descended on the saiyan, but it was not unknown to him; he had lived on a tropical rainforest planet for many years of his life. The world shook with power as another great fighter arrived on the scene.

The duo had arrived, sinking into the melting slush below. Rensou Hiruen, in his own Ascended form. Boliko would have been mad... had he not arisen to his own, unique plateau. Serori's thoughts, should Boliko have been able to know them, would have amused him; he had always assumed that the 'original' Super Saiyan form had been the one of legend, but many warriors had now reached the state... whereas the one he beheld was insofar unique to him. The girl stepped forward.

And then his planet died. The radio chatter in his ear that had finally relayed across the galactic extra-net convened with an event that took place many hours after this delayed communication, the death cries of a planet, a massive tremor in the universe's ki... then nothing, darkness.

Boliko Koregutsu did not care.

Hiruen did.

The legendary super saiyan twists his face away from his opposition for a single second, and offers a snarl.

Mine.

If Hiruen were to attack Suki, his help would be more insulting to the monster.

(Charge - 2)

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He could feel the energy above him accumulating at a faster rate, his own Ki pushing through into the massive orb of death above them had congealed into quite a large sight to be seen. Fire whipped from around the sides, the ki burning through the death ball gone super nova. It looked like a much smaller version of a common blue dwarf. Unlike the famous cooler super nova, this one was of purple and blue fire, the heat almost unbearable even for Suki himself.

Then he felt it...it was sadness...it was death. It was as though all he had ever done, and all he had ever accomplished had been capitalized by another. His body shivered as the immediate destruction of Vegeta became apparent to everyone. Suki certainly had no clue what had happened, or where, but he could feel the upset of the universe. Something worse had happened here, and yet all he could think of was how much he wished he could be with serori. He wanted to hold her one last time, feeling her mammalian warmth bringing heat to his cold blooded veins. He wanted to run his tail down the small of her back, feel as his feet wrapped around hers. He wanted to embrace her a final time and yet he knew that would not happen. That fact was only enforced as Rensou himself made an appearance, his energy spiking nearly as high as Boliko's. He was repeating the same attack he had done on Epoch.

"I can take no more!"

No more pain, and no more loss. He could sense the desperation of lives lost, and the suffering that had begotten them all. Suki to his wife, Rensou to his children, Boliko to his planet.

Nay, he knew not what they mourned, but the mood of the fight was different from any that Suki had ever faced. Never before had such a feeling of despair taken him, and never again would it. He felt the ball above him crackle with energy, and he knew if he didn't launch it now, he never would.

Boliko had been charging, and with Hiruen they could possibly take on the super powered ball of death...unless Suki made certain to end it all here. He had nothing more to live for, and with the entire planet evacuated he had no reason to let it stand. Kold was an awful place anyway, the best weather was hardly below freezing, and the creatures that surrounded the planet were terrible Omen's. He would make certain that his attack did damage, it had to.

It was backed with all he had.

Thrusting his arms forward the Icer let out a battle roar.

"No More!"

The Icer screamed, his super nova flying downwards towards the two charging saiyans. Surely at this point Boliko or Rensou would counter with there own, but what he did next would throw the attack into overdrive. Suki felt as his very being began to leave him, he truly let it all go, his body, his flesh, his blood, his envy, his regret, and most of all, his Ki.

The Icer put his life behind the attack, not waiting to see if it would possible be successful without such a dramatic sacrifice. No, he knew it wouldn't, and even if it did, he didn't want to live in a world such as this, one where the pain was endless. Suki had caused his fair share of this pain. He had been an arrogant, power hungry kid, and the Saiyans were there seeking their revenge. Suki would die this day, he felt his body losing life, trying to hold on as long as he could, the Ki expanding the ball by several sizes. His entire life force drained into the attack, and finally the icer felt his body lose all function. His lungs stopped first, giving him a sinking feeling of asphyxiation. Next was his hearing, as all around him turned to a whirlwind of strange creeks. Finally his eyesight began to go. His body fell from the sky, his ball now backed with all of the power he could muster. First his tail began to deteriorate. The Icers strongest limb was now faltering away as he shot back down to the planet, only gravity forcing the fall. By the time he was near the ground he could see but one thing.

Serori.

He wasn't sure if it was a hallucination, it could of been, easily. His mind was without oxygen and now without blood, and yet he saw her. The pinkness in her cheeks, her frazzled hair, her damaged battle armor. It was Serori in all the splendor he knew of her. Had he the tear ducts to cry he surely would have at such a fantastic final sight.

He found the strength

The final strength

His lips would move and yet there would be no sound and then, like a ball of smoke, would hit the ground, his entire body going up in a plume of ash. The Great Touketsuki Yakedo reduced to a pile of ash. Surely someone had made such a threat in the past. Now it had come to pass.

For only serori had seen his lips twitch in those final moments, and although no words were spoken she knew, that among death, among the agony of losing his life. Among the fear of eternal damnation, and among the regret of his life. His final thoughts and words could be consumed by that one motion. She knew exactly what he had said.

I Love You

(PL)

[Gray Callahan]

Sacrifice. A final act, of desperation, honour and pride. The eternal worm places his all into his attack... and then himself, the own life energy that kept his body in check living and bolstering the force behind his creation. His heart, body and finally his mind gave out, and then he was gone, his energy in within the screaming ball of death that was about to kill his own wife, as well as his enemies. Even the monster within Boliko screamed out at this hideous last dance; to kill his mate was abominable, even if she herself was traitorous to her pack-kin. The true Boliko would have shook his head in disgust; to destroy an enemy planet was bad enough, but his own was sacrilegious. To justify it that the creatures were ugly and the weather was bad... if he had known that justification, he would have balked. Vegeta was not much better, most of it a barren wasteland (and what wasn't was mutant), but in Boliko's eyes it was as close to heaven as it could get, his people's righteous home. It was THEIRS. They had fought and died for it... and now, it was gone, too.

But, in a moment of clarity, beast and man fused together. Oozaru closed his eyes and Boliko Koregutsu opened them. This disaster could be averted. He could save Touketsuki's wife and planet, and his own peace of mind.

The star bomb had been released, and so Boliko could prepare no longer. Again in his right mind, he realised that with Rensou they could... just... repel the attack, if they focused their might in the correct manner. Rensou was charging his own signature beam, but Boliko had yet to announce the attack his counterpart had been preparing.

And thus it came to be. A deep, violent purple crackles around him with raw violet electricity darting between his fingers, which curl in preparation, tips facing his palms. It spikes outwards epileptically, an orbicular mass instantly birthing itself to the universe. The energy within his hands was so great, he had never wielded it in such a capacity before. Unbeknownst to the legendary king, his own fight now rivalled that of a legendary battle one thousand years in the past, but in parallel. His attack was essentially derived from the Galick Gun, utilised by the god-prince Vegeta II, but his role was reversed; he stood in the place of Son Goku, fending off an attack that threatened to destroy a planet. Of course, his morality was horribly perverted from that basic stance; he did it not truly to protect the planet, but to prove a point. His original points, in fact.

He was righteous, and he was better than Touketsuki.

The power in his grasp was amazing. But would it be enough? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

But with Rensou, it surely would be... but, it would also wound Boliko's pride. He had fought so hard for this moment, and it was his. If it was possible for him to fend off this Martyr Supernova solo, then it would be done.

His finger's unfurl. It was ready, then. The blast bearing down on him began to singe the back of his neck, but the Legendary Super Saiyan did not care. Beast and man acted as one, chaos and law intertwined as, with a great flare of friction and chemical prowess, his muscles surged forwards; the great power in his hands surged forth, fuschia death flowing not just from his hands but from his body, and indeed his very soul.

There are three aspects to chi.

Qi is composed of essence (or power), energy (or discipline) and spirit (or emotion). The primal essence is the raw power a being exudes, and that was what composed the death ball that Boliko's beam would soon behold. The energy aspect is associated with the mind and control, that Touketsuki had now abandoned in death. The attack that imposed down on Boliko was uncontrolled but for the initial direction. And finally, the spirit aspect of chi, and most important to the outcome of this eminent collision. Touketsuki had died with desperation, fear and sadness, tinged with bittersweet love for the wife he had potentially doomed. Regret and envy, abounds. Boliko fired his beam with courage, valour and pride. Two of three aspects of chi could then be deduced as superior to this mighty blast, but could it tip the scales.

The edge of the saiyan's Burst Cannon collides with thunderous aplomb. Blasts of air shatter the sound barrier as a trickle of blood flows from Boliko's ears; never before had he felt himself concentrate as hard. His arms were beginning to burn, as if fire was running in his veins, and STILL the Super Nova loomed, slowed but not halted. The head of his beam had parted, sliding up and around the super nova. He felt a muscle in his chest burst from exertion, instantly bruising on his skin.

If I lose now, everything is lost. My home world will die for nothing, with no hope for the remnants of the saiyan race.

The saiyan shakes his head. He could not lose.

I will not...

He begins to move upwards, pushing against his own beam, causing the super-nova to ripple and shudder.

Lose...

His face draws into a snarl.

NOW!

His beam expands to double the size. His courage and mind had begun to push against the dead force of his foe.

He had to win. He had to defend this planet. He had to defend the dead. He had to defend the living. He had to defend his brothers. He had to defend the traitor. He had to defend the home's of thousands of innocents. He had to live. The Solar Empire was crippled, and it would surely fall with the death of it's leader. He had to live for the righteousness of the universe.

He put everything into his attack, but the energy needed for his heart to continue to beat, his lungs to exhale and inhale. White spots appear in his vision. His body was at fever-pitch, breaking point - it could give in at any moment. The eternal worm had truly stretched his power to capacity; even the legendary form that he had just attained.

In extenuating circumstances, saiyans had many times managed to draw the power, the spirit within themselves, to the forefront - and this could be just what Boliko needed to beat Touketsuki. It would be costly, it could take him weeks to recover even with the aide of technological equipment, his very bones had begun to crumble from exhaustion...

Purple lightning versus a death star.

Which would be victorious?

[Rensou Hiruen]

Those eyes shimmered. So long ago, they had come into the world and looked into another pair, a set blaring love, pride, and happiness. They had been his mother's, and the babe had loved her from the moment he had locked into her own, for he knew she adored him and would never let harm come to him as long as she lived and breathed. Zasha had loved Rensou with all her spirit, and those eyes had been set upon his own child when he became a father.

That muscle beat a steady, strong rhythm. It had been with a heavy heart that Tsuyei Hiruen had bloodied and beaten his weakest offspring, but he had persevered through the pain and churned out a warrior as calculating and merciless as he. A deep sense of Saiyan honor was etched into the chambers of the heart and soul of the boy, the same as Tsuyei himself adhered to to his final moment when he dishonored himself and with great shame, took the beat away from his own heart. As those eyes stared upward into death embodied in ki, that courageous thing within him pounded within his chest: this was a challenge, and it would be answered!

Those sloping and sharp lines of ink lined the left. Through it, Rensou channeled the majority of his response to the threat of destruction and when he momentarily drifted his eyes away from his target, he glanced down the flawless pattern. The standard of the Hiruen clan, and he recalled the tears of his brother the day he had mastered the Tsurunoha when the needles bit him deep. Rensou himself had softly sobbed at the pain, but he and Tsurei both had smiled all the while.

Hope remained in those eyes despite the most hopeless of circumstances. . .

Bright blood still surged through swollen vein, powered by indomitable heart.

With that tattoo slick with his own exertion and representing the legacy from which he was borne~

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Rensou Hiruen rose to the occasion. Just as he had once done, he felt the essence of Touketsuki himself slip with the finality of death into his crushing sphere of eradication and immediately realized that Koregutsu's attack and his own were of little use against such a terrible, endless gathering. The attack the serpent had spat like venom was meant for a single purpose, to erase. Unbeknownst to Hiruen, the weapon had been created from the ground up with unending destruction in mind. While the weapons of he and Koregutsu were great indeed, this manifestation was upon a plateau far above their respectable techniques.

Koregutsu wasted no time in testing himself, his energy speeding through the sky to meet opposing force the same as Boliko himself had slipped away from Vegeta with caution to the wind. The final moments of this grand confrontation had reached a climatic end, and it exploded in the sky audibly and with such light that without a fighting resolve, those eyes of Zasha Hiruen would have turned away. Instead, they watched.

The pillar emanating from his king shuddered, offering great contest and a spectacle that Rensou would remember the rest of his days. His brother and dearest comrade was certainly a legend among his people, and Hiruen, in a fateful moment, had nearly allowed him the glory he had fought for both in preparation and execution. Thank Vegetasei he remained steadfast, eternally vigilant, and entirely devoted to preventing the loss of Saiyan life. Those spheres of Rensou Hiruen had never stopped revolving around that centrifugal point, and his palms had widened when his mass had expanded with such rapidity under the trio of reservoirs empowering it.

With the senses of a god and the eyes of an eagle, Rensou Hiruen identified the precise moment to unleash his own retort at the mention of a second end, and as Boliko roared his exertion and crimson exploded from his skull, the instant was presented. Rensou wasted no time. With a titanic heave, every sparkling particle of his gathering was ripped into place before him as his perspiration was literally blown away from his musculature with the effort in a singular sheet. Blues and greens had coalesced into his innate cyan, and that shard of the sky rocketed upward like a gargantuan arrow parallel to the weapon Koregutsu wielded.

From within his lungs each and every Hiruen before him, and after him, had uttered the fated words that blurted in full from between clenched teeth as the ex-gladiator spat into the face of finality, determined to allow no more death this day. Rensou had felt that which he yearned for all along, and now that Touketsuki was gone there was naught but to leave this awful place and find his son, and should he not, find the devils responsible for ending him. The warrior had evaded an eternity in the bowels of hell itself to see vengeance fulfilled, and he would not see murder be unanswered by the very thing!

“TSU – RU – HRAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHH! ! !”[/blockquote][/font][/size]

[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

It took only the span of a few seconds, and yet, it would seem like an eternity. Serori, in her super form, being less than half of the power of everybody else, stood there, unable to counter. Suki, his charging death ball, full of energy. Boliko, his ki blast, charging, and Rensou bringing out the Tsurunoha spheres. The trio of super powers all clashed ki, their signatures melding in and out with each other, until all that Serori could rely on was her sense of sight. This, too, was failing, as the speed at which the Supers were moving was almost beyond her.

Time moved slowly for the Saiyaness, as her eyes, though darting, seemed to rest momentarily on each fighter, drinking in every drop of information. To start with, Suki. His short figure, eyes red with rage. She could see the condensation coming off of his body, rivulets of water and sweat falling, rolling, splashing against the red bleached snow, creating miniature frozen ripples. His purple dome glinted from the snow, and reflected the purple light from his death ball.

All the energy inside of Suki, everything, was being put into it...he still had not seen Serori. She tried to call out to him, but her voice was lost in the sound of energy. She could see his ki, purple energy, racing into the ball, like a small super nova, black at the core, with whipping purple lightning. The charge made a noticeable effect on his body, veins throbbing. It looked like it was aging him, his armor crinkling, turning grey. Flicker.

Next, focusing on Boliko. She'd never seen him before, not in person. His blond hair stuck up, his aura pulsating around his body, matching his hair. What Serori felt coming from him wasn't quite...human, or Saiyan in his case. It was quite a monstronsity, a raging being that controlled him. The hate that was coming off of the Saiyan was nearly palpable. His body floated in the air, legs spread, open mouth, a guttural growl MINE.

In his throat, yellow glowed. His whole being was absorbing energy, pulling everything that his body could handle into himself. His power was increasing exponentially, reaching even higher than Touketsuki himself. The Saiyan was proving to be what a true Saiyan should be: power. Flicker.

Rensou. General Hiruen. His body, revitalized from Senzu. His black locks, turned golden...a form that Serori hadn't even seen him in. It was beyond even what Serori thought was the normal Super Saiyan...a level above that? Could there be...more? Sweat glistened on his brow too, his arm locked in front of him. An aura matching Boliko's was flaring around him, yellow, like a sun.

From his outstretched hand, ki blazed, forming two very familiar spherical objects. Composed entirely of ki, the devestating Tsurunoha grew larger, every second. Even stronger than Boliko, Rensou poured his everything into it, an attack aimed not at Suki, but at the death ball above him. This would be to stop the destruction, change the direction of the super nova death ball.

The trio charged, and all Serori could do was watch. No amount of charging would make a difference against the attack that would soon be headed their way. And little did she know, as strong as it was, it was about to get stronger. Flicker.

Back to Suki...in just the second she'd took to take everything in, his whole demeanor had changed. His body was....well, it looked...

Serori vomited. Dry heaving, only flakes of a green healing bean getting coughed up, with flecks of blood. The only time that she'd seen something like this had been back on Vegeta, her first job at a noodle shop. Some...thing had come in, and literally sucked out everything from all the people there. They were left as empty carcasses, faces contorted in screams. This is how Suki looked, as his body slowly began to disintegrate, starting with the tail.

Serori thought that his own power was killing him, the radiation from the death ball pushing back on him...but the death ball was growing, and rising in power. An odd sort of power, that...

"NO!!!" Serori tried to shout, but her voice caught in her throat. "No!!" Even again, nothing came out, as Suki's life force slowly ebbed away, pushing itself into the death ball. Serori watched, horrified, as her own husband, not even noticing her, killed himself, attempting to save her. His body crumpled, ash falling, like the majestic pheonix. Unbeknownst to her, his death almost mimicked one before him, his body disentegrating from the bottom up, til all that was left was his upper torso.

Crystal purple eyes turned, slowly, rotating in socket, catching and meeting with Serori's own violet ones. Together they locked, and for what seemed like a century. The Saiyaness could feel the one thing that Suki hadn't put into the ki ball, flowing like water from his carcasse into her.

The love that he held for her.

His last words left his parted, cracked and grey lips, finishing with the flow of emotion.

"I love you."

The Super Nova was released, came crashing down on the remaining Saiyans. The energy beat down upon them, even from meters above, the erupting star shedding a blinding light. Snow didn't melt beneath them, rather it was blasted away, evaporating immediately. Serori saw death's face in the moving ki signature, the one thing that would destroy everything.

Simultaneously, Boliko released whatever attack he had been charging. Erupting from his hands was what would appear to be a finisher attack. Indeed, it would have finished off Serori, even if she'd been fully powered up, and charged her own ultimate technique for twice as long. She would have been blasted into nothingness. And yet, when the beam hit the ex-icer's super nova, it erupted around the star. They clashed, a shockwave created that Serori needed to hold her own ground, bracing her feet against the ground.

"I will not...Lose....NOW!!!"

Boliko put more energy into his attack, weakening the super nova...while Suki had put his life force into it, Boliko was doing something completely different. Serori could feel three different energies, entertwined in perfect harmony, a harmonious counter attack. But would it be enough? It would seem so...but maybe not quite.

Luckily, Rensou was prepared. While this was Boliko's battle, his win, this day should belong to him, without Rensou, the attack would not be deflected. His own Tsurunoha spheres.

“TSU – RU – HRAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHH! ! !”

His bellowing warcry erupted from his own throat, backed by the power of his solar plexus, a bellow so primal that it sounded animalistic. The roar that was emitted from Hiruen was just as inhuman as whatever had been controlling Boliko. It sounded like...multiple voices at once.

The two attacks converged, synchronizing into one, something able to combat the death sphere. The ultimate battle, now. But which side could truly be considered good or evil? Both were righteous causes, the protecting of something that each side held dear. But both were equally backed by a lust for revenge.

[Gray Callahan]

Guilt. That was what had driven Boliko Koregutsu, a desire to right what had gone wrong. He had fled the planet Vegeta in hopes of gaining the power to defeat Touketsuki all those years ago, and it had cost many lives. Too many lives. Hiruen, Aspiera, and thousands more whose names meant nothing to him but lives meant the difference between right and wrong.

The monster inside Boliko had fought for another reason, but in this moment of clarity the saiyan king emerged. The realisation was there; Touketsuki was going to destroy his own planet. Another hideous crime. His temples pummelled with pain, large angry fists as the desolate creature inside of him wishes to regain control. Where two parts of the same man had fused moments before they once again began to separate, but the forces of order held back the baying chaos, the violent rage, for as long as it needed to. Despite the agonising rush that his body was producing, he realised that he was losing... but he knew he was fine, for the following reason.

Rensou's own energy joins with his own wave in a joint assault, a two-pronged attack. Where Touketsuki's SuperNova had been slowed before, it was now physically revoked from it's destination; the fiery blast would consume no worlds today, no. Blinding light occurs as the two saiyan warrior's beams merge together, a furious rainbow of cataclysmic proportions. The white spots in Lord Koregutsu's vision is burned away by even brighter intensity as his own muscles began to relax; the combined might of the two saiyans was easily repelling the attack. He can breath again, his muscles relaxing; the only sharp pain left was where one of his muscles had popped out of place earlier, and the sharp clanging in his head.

The crystalline cyan of Hiruen's blast streams into Boliko's own amethyst cascade. With a roar to deafen the Kai, saiyan chi blasts away planetary destruction. It took two Super Saiyans beyond the Super Saiyan state to do so, but Touketsuki's best attack had been averted. The merged rainbow blast shatters Touketsuki's exposed life-force, bursting through it like a sperm through the ovum, and in a way new life was born, the lifespan of the planet extended.

The blasts continue upwards and outwards, ripping through troposphere, stratosphere, mesosphere and finally the exosphere. The blast continues well into space, and the sperm burrows deeper.

Fertilisation.

The detonation is glorious, truly glorious; a spectrum of light realised and more, those unseen by organic eyes blasting down on the planet of Kold. The snowy sky is ripped away, clouds dispersed as shock-waves blast the face of the planet. The burning wreckage of Ica is quelled and nullified by the blast. Ice shatters and waves crash, lumbering beings in the dark retreat deeper into the cavernous oceans. A sky which was grey is now teal, then violet, then crimson, then all three at once, a victorious aurora borealis dancing across the sky to be witnessed by the three Super Saiyans left standing.

The drained frame of Boliko Koregutsu begins to lower from mid-air, his Legendary form still panting. Already his well of energy was building again, but the damage to his form would take days to heal; he had strained himself very much in such a short space of time, and the energy output from this form was not truly mastered. He needed to rest.

His feet sink into the slush, and his bestial gaze follows around from Hiruen to Yakedo. The wife of the eternal worm, yes. The saiyan king's sensory perceptions were so heightened in his current form that he was well aware of the twins within her, their faint signatures beating as strongly in his eyes as the death of his planet still lingering like a scar on his mind.

His victory was bitter. His planet was gone.

His fist pounds the floor, his whole body surging with anguish as large tears begin to pound the ground, slush already re-freezing as the natural temperature of the planet re-asserted itself.

"We've lost, packmates."

In the king's sadness, friend and foe coalesced to one; the legendary being regarded Hiruen and Yakedo with the same eye. He shakes his head.

And howls. When beast and man intertwine, the result isn't pretty. Rage bubbles beneath sadness, and on top of that is guilt. In avenging a tragedy, a worse one had been caused by their absence. In ending a tyrant, they had allowed another leeway to gain power and position in the universe by weakening their own.

Boliko had an inkling who it may have been. The reports that were still belatedly flooding his scouter were short in length, but pieced together a disgusting picture. A blonde saiyan-like, by the sound of it, with no tail.

Memory's flood back. He had spared such a warrior from Earth, despite the fighter getting in the way of his vengeance with Touketsuki. He had taken the high road, even when his blood was up, had tried to prove a point with his mercy; saiyans were not inherently bad.

What a fuck-up that had been.

Vegeta was rock and ash, and Boliko was still here. His power had ascended to a peak beyond his dreams, but his empire had splintered.

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"Brother. This planet is ours now." Oozaru hisses. His voice had changed, darkened, warped and demonic. The man had succumbed to the pain in his head and the pain in his heart, and the beast was out. Despite the pain, he was still hungry for blood, but now his prey was but ashes on the wind.