Densetsu (Suki/Boli/?) (Saga)

[Rensou Hiruen]

Departed. Like the snowflakes from the clouds, like the coolness from those crystalline flakes as the flash process of solid to liquid was enacted by the soaring temperatures that abounded within the confines of this desolate battlefield, everything was gone. Touketsuki, a creature of insanity, had placed the sum effort of power and life-force into a planet killer the like of which the universe had seen on several occasion this fateful day, and had paid the ultimate price in a (EasterEgg)final plea to chance that he might once again take Saiyan from this realm and place them cruelly into the next. Yakedo had failed.

Gone. Like the cyan torrent erupting from his hands through the layered 'spheres, the only home that Rensou Hiruen had ever known would never be stepped 'pon again by the lives that had been obliterated in the heinous actions of an unknown foe. Tsuken, his son, had been taken from him as had everything else. Sessa, the child he had sworn to protect, deceased as well. An endless repetition, a revolving cycle that came full-circle again and again, had played hand against the ex-gladiator another time. Rensou had failed.

I was a fool to come here, he thought, as a shimmering tuft of white lazily descended before those jewels. The carnage had ceased, and where there had once been simmering heat, frigid climes resumed. This world was saved, for in the direst moment the pair of powerful Saiyan had become a single entity that struggled to live and preserve the very thing. A palm laced with bruise and burn relaxed from the firing stance, and gently caught the frozen thing. With those tired, broken eyes, he studied it. For a moment, it persevered despite the heat against his hide, but finally the will to continue in the state it had maintained wavered and the tiniest pool of liquid formed in the hand of Rensou Hiruen before the ear-splitting roar of Boliko Koregutsu pierced his ears.


“Brother,” the beast titled him, and Rensou offered a wary smile when he turned to glance down to his mourning king, whose presence still spoke of violence and blood-lust. “This planet is ours now,” he declared with a hiss, and the scarred Saiyan offered a nod of approval as he touched down with his broad back to Serori and his body relaxed, though his mind was very poised. While Rensou would not openly declare it, worry plagued him that this new iteration of his comrade might turn his attentions to Serori. . .and while those attentions would have never bothered Rensou, the fact that she carried two precious things in her belly put him immediately on guard. Perhaps it was the animalistic process within the Saiyan that caused Rensou to place himself between she and. . .

For the first time, the Hiruen warrior noticed how entirely different Boliko was than he. While his own ascension had provided adequate power to compare, Rensou could tell this behemoth before him was more natural than the forced increase he had amplified his own evolution with. In contrast, the younger fighter carried twice his mass, easily, and stood some three feet taller than his own modest frame. The soft flicker of light that emanated from the Saiyaness and he was a delicious gold, and while Koregutsu's own carried similar hue, tinges of green lunged up through the shards and tainted the outline.

Those babes growing within the wife of the snake were, quite simply, the only thing preventing the fragile sanity from snapping completely. While those twins persisted, there was hope for his people yet, and Rensou would persevere despite the most overwhelming need to collapse to his hands and knees and let the primed rivulets of bitter tears to flow freely from his eyes. Finally, the tension gave way to his words. “Princess Rixoir and Yuumaru still fight, Boliko. . .” he said, slowly and as soothingly as he could. The beast before him appeared ready for battle, something Rensou felt he may be ill-prepared to contend with, but the fact that he would make attempt never wavered in his steely resolve.

Despite the icy water that rolled from his fingertip and froze solidly against the ground, Rensou Hiruen would not change and be reformed into something, no matter the stimuli presented by those whom desired effect.

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[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

Intertwining amethyst and cyan,
Co'bining now to fend off death above.
Blasting through, e'en tho powered by love,
The Saiyan duo both one man.
Serori knelt, snow around her knee.
Her husband ash, never to be seen again;
SuperNova, revenge for all the sin,
To her heart, Suki had held the key.
And O! The sky, alight with bright and sound
As ki collided, eruption bursting forth.
Serori, contemplating on her worth.
Blue saphire eyes, perfectly round.
The ki blew forth, into outerspace,
Pushing through spheres, far into the black,
While the ground, snow covered every crack.
And tears streamed down the Saiyaness' face.
The light was gone; now blue and white remained.
The two Saiyans both begin to drop their pose.
Finger's splayed...now begin to close.
Boliko's body, though, looked unconstrained.
"We've lost, packmates," Boliko's mouth put out.
And then a howl, bloodcurdling scream,
Worse than any nightmarish dream.
The mountains echoed, with the horrible shout.
Referred as kinsmen gave Serori hope
Her dastardly deed could still be forgiven
(Forethought of her mind: her children)
Without them she would not be able to cope.
Finished, turning to Rensou with a hiss,
"This planet is ours," his eyes were crimson red.
From his chest, still burst muscle bled.
Imperceptible nod Rensou gave,
Turning his head, noticed Boliko's stance,
Twisting back to give Serori a glance.
He stepped betwixt, an act 'twas very brave.
The aura of Legend, yellow mingled with green.
The blaze surrounding the duo ren/ser bold,
'Twas nothing but refined, gilded gold.
The look on Legend's face was cold and mean.
In soothing voice, the tension tried to break,
By Rensou, telling of the other warriors' plight
"Princess Rixoir and Yuumaru, they still fight."
The twins in belly, 'twas not like to forsake.
Serori's clothes, drenched now with snow,
Her yellow hair blowing in the wind.
She raised her eyes and head unto her kin,
The two who saved her from a killing blow.
No words were uttered from her frozen lips,
Save for a tiny, barely heard "Thank you".
The ashes from her former husband blew,
Serori was not one to go for tricks.
'Twas all that she could say, her count'nance wan,
Fists against the ground, power withdrawn.
Her life, to be spared, was all that she could wish,
To return to her people would have just been bliss.
She waited on her captors to decide,
What sort of punishment (or lack thereof) would reside.

[Gray Callahan]

Fire. All consuming death, that had been averted by the joint efforts by two heroic saiyan warriors.

Why did his victory seem so fickle?

Fire.

Fire had consumed his own planet in those final moments, pronged, evil tongues of death licking up stone and soil and sea and flesh. The glory in Boliko's heart had died, painfully wrenched from his body with violent pincers. While skin and muscle oozed on his chest, his physical state was all but numbed whereas his entire soul felt warped, raped and castrated. He was a king without a capital, without a home. A demon lord had taken it from him in a horrific swoop, without warning, without honour.

And for that, the cycle must continue.

The beast levels his gaze on Serori, finally. His lips twist back with a feral growl, looking more and more like a wolf with each passing second. "You must live until your cubs are born," he pauses for a second, considering, and then her fate was sealed with a snarl, "then we will see if you are worthy of your beating heart, trial by combat."

Trial by combat. One of the lost ways of the saiyans. In the olden days, before the time of Frieza, disputes had been settled with fists, if judged necessary by the current ruler. It was said that the gods were with the winner, and the winner could choose if the loser kept his life or died. While Serori could be scared by that judgement, she should be grateful that her children were at least spared, and that she had a chance. He would permit her to grow stronger, even if it would be difficult during pregnancy; but saiyan woman had been known to fight even when their waters had broken. It was racial thing. And often a zenkai was achieved by successful pregnancy. All of this could lean in her favour.

"Of course," he purrs, his gaze not leaving hers, "you will announce that the World Trade Organisation has merged with the Solar Empire. All of it's worlds will now be under our protection, however useless that might be." He laughs bitterly, a harsh, disturbing bark. "Without Touketsuki, World Trade Organisation planets would surely be destroyed anyway, by the perpetrator of this hideous abomination against my planet."

He twists to Rensou, his face deformed by hate. "It was GUERIN! Guerin and his puppets! The man is a snake in a suit." Even now he recalled the evil energy that had just passed through Vegeta like a spear. It was not possible for such a power to be possessed by anyone of the World Trade Organisation; SSE spies would have seen it. But Boliko's eye had been so focused on Kold that Earth had been neglected from his sight during those years of preparation, and thus it had to be!

The Eternal Worm, II!

And what of the Earth Saiyan, Nam the First Super Saiyan? He must have been on Vegeta...

The legendary brute's brow furrows with confusion. Had the super saiyan betrayed his own kind, and his true king?

If so... that too would be trial by combat.

He has nothing more to say to Rensou, to Serori; his ears were as deaf to words as his eyes were blind to the truth of the matter - the death of another saiyan would not help but hinder the cause of good.

And so the legendary saiyan, the mountain among men, ascended to the sky in one furious burst of chi, his chest already slowly recovering, muscle sinew slowly fixing.

His destination was one that both beast and man loved; Amaranth Rixoir. She had promised him that they would return to Vegeta together...

and now it was dead.

(I'm finished here, PL please... and possibly, saga gains?)

[Rensou Hiruen]

Burned inside, burned alive~

The finer hairs upon the nape of the neck relaxed, the dancing tail, dusted with fallen snow, slowed as anticipation and tension was sliced apart when the beast finally rendered his verdict upon hated traitor. No pristine canine flashed with happiness, but the aching spirit reignited at the idea of this woman facing trial by combat for her sins against the beloved people. A people who were hardly thriving as they had been, rich with the spoils of war. . .how they would have heralded he and Koregutsu as heroes when they returned to Vegeta. With downcast gaze, Rensou Hiruen clenched his fists with reckless strength. Nail bit into hardened palm, and an insignificant trickle of blood stained the snow beneath boots. Payment would be forced through murder for such atrocity!

Take, take, take, take it away! ! !

“It was Geurin!” the giant roared, and the name returned Rensou to present – the usual trance of rage had overcome his psyche for a moment, and an unfamiliar spark of blue bio-electricity had rolled over his flesh as his power momentarily spiked. There was something lurking within Rensou Hiruen, but he was entirely unaware of what he was soon to become. The death of his race, at the hands of this Geurin, had splintered the floodgates and the flood of power within him was lapping at the edges in threat of tearing it asunder. Unbeknownst to the three Saiyans, Boliko had prevented ascension beyond pinnacle.

. . .take my hand.

Without further tarry, Koregutsu had exploded into the skies and turned his focus towards the battling energies still within the city that Rensou Hiruen had set aflame with liberating ships. The World Trade had been fools to ever ignite the fury of the Saiyans, and Touketsuki had finally paid dearly for his transgressions. With a swivel of powerful hips and a turn of the marred face, the warrior glanced backwards towards the woman whom had been sentenced only moments before. The words that left his lips were not an order, though he was certainly within bounds of such things: the Empire essentially owned her for siding with those that would stand against them that stood no longer. They were a suggestion, and spoken simply. “We wouldn't want to miss the death of more of your comrades, neh?” With a low roll of laughter the Ascended kicked away from the snow, careful to note that Serori followed. . .should she not, she would certainly be subdued.

Take my life!

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Power level, please!

[Rensou Hiruen]

1,100 PL for Glaecer.
6,000 PL for Serori. I gave you a bonus for an awesome poem. =]
13,800 PL for Touketsuki! 5,550 death Zenkai! 19,350 gained.

Amazing thread. I'm happy to have taken part. =]

[ammy]

Boliko: 18,830PL
Rensou: 5600PL

Great thread, all of you.