[Protinus][95x][Boliko&Rensou]

[Rensou Hiruen]

Perseverance~

Two decades prior to a specific moment in the continuum of time, a son reaped the ill effects of losing both parents and brother. The descent into emotionless creature without the will to live had pressed against the psyche, but an indomitable spirit had been steadfast in the effort to remain the person he had always been meant to be. Like a rodent the youngster had sneaked and stole his way through youth, a brigand and a bandit. . .for life is forced to the deepest depths oft-enough before it can rise to greatness, and the boy had blossomed into a man of resolve and a deep love for his harsh culture; his environment had shaped him into a warrior, and he loved the Saiyan people and their Vegetasei for it.

. . .twenty years later, that warrior had followed his monarch to the frozen world of Kold and mercilessly conquered. Aice had woefully crossed his path in attempt to save Serori Yakedo, and had seen a measure of success at the expense of his own life. The boot of the warrior was still stained purple with his blood, unwashed as it stood upon the tiles of the second level of the Gladiator. A reddish light tainted the aura burning softly around his muscular physique, the very ki that had blown the android Souka Kinonai to pieces. The same energy that had aided Koregutsu in saving the world of Kold itself!

Rensou Hiruen had lost his son to conquerors such as himself~

An orphaned girl he had sworn to protect had perished to the same hands!

And still he pressed onward, eternally persevering. . .

"Ayleen, amplify gravity to ninety-five measurements. . ." his throat issued, and Rensou lashed out with all the unkempt power within him and pressed him into the legendary enhancement of his race. The Super Saiyan iteration of the warrior had become a thing effortless and natural to him, accessed with no difficulty whatsoever. It was a form that could endure the rigors of the pressure upon his shoulders, and he silently thanked Mato for the modifications to his ship: without them, the increase of his mass would have undoubtedly destroyed the Gladiator.

Days before, the last Hiruen would have smiled at the challenge, but now he only offered a grim expression as he fired his fist into space with all the flawless technique, power, and speed years upon years of training had allowed him. The body began to move through the emotions as it spiraled into combat impeded by the terrible weight of the room, and it continued despite the interruptions of the central computer as it repeated words again and again, attempting to gain the attentions of Rensou.

"Master Hiruen," Ayleen chimed three times with slight pauses between the trio, awaiting the response of the golden inferno respectfully.

"WHAT, AYLEEN?" he snarled as his outstretched leg retracted and returned to the while square beneath it, the roundhouse kick a powerful piece of his endless arsenal.

"It seems a Saiyan vessel, originating from Vegetasei, has entered Kold's atmosphere," Ayleen informed, emulated excitement upon her voice. Her artificial intelligence was one of great complexity, but the excitement that exploded within Rensou Hiruen was genuine. There were survivors of his home's destruction, and he wished to speak with his kinsmen with haste.

"Open communication with the ship, Ayleen,"

"Link is established, Master Hiruen,"

"Nagai raibu Vegetasei!" Rensou exclaimed excitedly in native Saiyan, his words effectively translating to live long, Vegeta. With perked ears he awaited reply, and those that rippled through the speakers caused Rensou Hiruen to fall to his knees, as helpless as a babe as the purest of joy overcame him. Tears welled in his eyes in response to the two syllables that took the pieces that were he and put them back together.

"Papa!" the speakers had sounded, the very voice of his dearest thing, his child! Tsuken was alive and well, and while his ship headed for the world of Nor as decided by Princess Rixoir and Koregutsu, it was not yet far from Kold itself!

"Tsuken!" the scarry fighter choked, his tears tracing along the etched lines of his face before they overflowed and ran down the canyons upon his visage. His very body shivered with relief, entirely overcome as the wetness splashed against the floor and the ability to speak galactic common left him altogether as he set himself to seeing his child immediately.

"Henkan dzame Kold, Ayleen!" Return to Kold, reunite me with my child~

Unknown to Rensou, his ship was also occupied by another Saiyan. His company would find him in his gravity chamber, his golden tresses shining with a joyous aura and his teal eyes brimming with tears of happiness as he excitedly babbled with his boy in the old tongue, his gaze cast to the ceiling and filled with the fullness of hope.

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[Gray Callahan]

Try walking in my shoes.
You'd stumble in my footsteps.

Control.

Everything in Boliko's world was in the balance, and the outcome would depend on his control. The control and discipline of his body and of his power was what would give him victory in the end, but in the short term control was also required of any political situation that showed it's face. The saiyan people would question his failures; they always dead, and with reason. A leader should be accountable to his people. And he, he was nothing but a common-blooded man who had ascended to power because of the rage in his heart. Rage had motivated him, and rage took away the things he loved. An endless, pitiful cycle, or so it seemed - even in death, Boliko Koregutsu would be a haunted man.

He felt his time to die would be soon. He is twenty-three years of age, barely a man. He has no children, nor even a wife. When he dies the throne of the Saiyan Solar Empire would be up for grabs, though it's worth was all but nought without the true Saiyan spectacle - Vegetasei. People on all sides were growing to hate him; even Rensou, perhaps, would grow into his enemy. His own mind was dissected, split down the middle between the growing whispers of the Oozaru that surfaced from his own hate and violence during the fight on Kold. It was just the other half of Boliko, the dark half he repressed, not truly another personality but the part of himself he had disciplined away to become a true king.

So if he could not trust himself, who could he trust?

Amaranth?

Maybe. She truly loved him, or so he had come to think. But his fights were getting far too risky. If she had not followed him to Kold, she would like be dead - and even then, it was a close one, thanks to Touketsuki's planet-destroying capabilities. He would not rely on her to take his place, even if she were a saiyan and the people would accept her.

The only course of action was a clear one, then. He had to prevent his own destruction. To do this, then, he would have to grow stronger. And, to master the form which he had just achieved. He hadn't forced his body into it, but the rage and bloodlust it brought him had almost lead to the death of Kold; only when Boliko had been able to speak in tangent with his hate was a basic control granted, and the legendary super saiyan doubted such control would would reveal itself next time without effort. He needed to totally claim the form for his own.

How, though?

Those thoughts were pondered as his ship escaped Kold's atmosphere, the icicle world that was now his, a poor replacement in his eyes for Vegetasei. Still, though, any refugees could be housed in the broken city, though it was far too cold for Boliko's own liking... he was acclimatised to the temperature, having lived in the scorching forests of Amazonica in his childhood.

Boliko's entire life had been a struggle, but only in the end of his soul would Boliko ever gain peace at this rate. He was trapped in one of the most dangerous games he had ever played. One of the players was supposedly eliminated, it seemed, but the remaining foe was deadlier. Touketsuki had a conscious, his last battle had confirmed it; he had somehow gained one since he had last visited Vegeta. Guerin, though, Guerin seemed to possess no sense of right or wrong, or at least a heavily skewed version. To Guerin, the universe was his personal oyster.

Where, then, did that leave Boliko? He himself was constructing an empire to rule over, but his motivation was peace and protection. Saiyans could act as lawbringers to the universe, if taught and raised correctly. The average saiyan's sense of justice was heavily skewed, aye, as shown by his own general's annihilation of the WTO's innocents. Kold would need re-populating from those that successfully got away, those chivied along to other WTO-sans-SSE planets. Serori's transmission would hopefully lead to lessened resistance as new saiyan governors were installed. There would be rebellion, but Boliko would see it quashed as peacefully and quietly as possible.

Despite his guilt, pain and sadness, the saiyan king truly believed that worlds under the banner of the Saiyan Solar Empire would benefit more from his reign than from the WTO or GSF. Originally, the world trade organisation was just for profit... and Guerin's forces, well, they were completely xenophobic, at least those based on Earth. Aliens were treated as second-class citizens, and that was if they were deemed safe. A Shifter, whom Boliko had employed with coin, had successfully blended into human society to gain this insight.

But would a saiyan-ruled empire be any better? If Boliko was around, yes. But if an old-styled saiyan took the throne? Innocent lives would be lost, just because they were another species.

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Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do

His trip across desolate space was a short one. The cold of space was negated by the fearsome golden aura of his usual Super Saiyan transformation, the lack of gravity meant that his speed of flight was nigh-on unlimited; the more chi he put in, the more speed he got out, without the limits of various forces pulling and pushing on him. He didn't slow down in space; he had to release energy forwards to slow his velocity. From one evacuation point twas he ejected, and the stored oxygen slowly billowed from his lungs. Carbon dioxide spirals from his nostrils and is lost to the void.

The trip from his master ship to Rensou's Gladiator was a short one. He punches a button on the outside of Ren's ship, and an airlock hisses open. Boliko pulls himself in, large digits pressing hard into metal; he scales the side of the ship determinedly. His fingers leave minute dents; too small to be of concern to the ship's integrity, but indicative of Boliko's basic super saiyan strength. If only he could use his whole spectrum of strength in this form, or something similar... the brutish form he ascended to was ugly and dramatic, but not necessarily efficient. It was fast and strong, sure, but the extra bulk wasn't necessary to actually hit as hard.

That thought gives Boliko Koregutsu an idea.

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Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

The red light hummed around his floating form; the super saiyan was hanging their in his golden form, but his power entirely supressed. His golden hair was waving as if he were floating, despite the massive weight increase. One of his eyes lazily opens to see the man he had been waiting for in hysterical tears. The super saiyan almost lazily drawls, "Good news?"

Despite the void of space, Boliko knew Rensou would want to train. Not even vacuum could stop a saiyan from gaining strength.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Happiness : A state of well-being and contentment; joy.

Those teal jewels traveled downward as the sliding doorway hissed with hydraulics and slid apart, but the pleasure of the moment overwhelmed, little could surprise the celebrating mentality. Thus, when Koregutsu stepped into the confines of the chamber, Rensou simply offered him his beaming smile. The larger male questioned the reason of his mood, and the ex-gladiator explained with gusto. Entirely enthralled by the moment, his words escaped his lungs in the old tongue, “Iya, Koregutsu!” a resounding yes. Wonderful news!

“Sotsu, setta hon kokuou Koregutsu!” These words, however, seemed directed somewhere else entirely. Perhaps now the legend would recognize the slight whir of static permeating the recycled oxygen within the vessel, and realize that his general was in the midst of a radio transmission. The voice that would sound from the speakers would undoubtedly bring him nearly as much joy as the elder of the pair was currently experiencing, though Rensou doubted Boliko could truly understand the feelings he felt.

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Some distance away in the darkness of space, a disheveled and bloody child clutched his tiny knees against his chest while his left hand wrapped tightly around a tiny pendant and chain, the last thing he had to remind him of Sessa Appan. For most of his trip, he had been crying with fear and sadness, unsure where exactly the pod he traveled within was taking him. That had all been wiped away when the voice of his father had sounded into his ears, and the boy now wore a happy smile. Tsuken was a bright child, and as all children are, apt to learn language at an easier pace than mature peoples.

“Sotsu, setta hon kokuou Koregutsu!” Son, welcome our King Koregutsu!

The Hiruen son could hardly contain himself, for how he had worried his father and godfather might meet their demise upon Kold. Both men had always described Touketsuki as endlessly powerful, and though the child was quite confident in his sire and god-father, part of him was fearful he would never see them again. When the demons had come to Vegetasei, he had worried it would be he whom would never see them ever again.

“Unc' Bowiko!” he exclaimed, his small voice shouting out his excitement. “En gouzenta'wu mawo. . .–” I'm so proud, he declared, before realizing the large man might have some difficulty understanding him as he spoke the first language he had ever learned. Ah, how the younger Hiruen was oft-wiser than his predecessor.

Tsuken giggled, blinking his eyes with tiredness. He had not slept for quite some time, and his young body required it.

“I pwoud o' papa an' you,” he corrected, before his eyes drooped and his small chin fell against his chest. Tsuken Hiruen, finally relieved, had fallen asleep.

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Ayleen chimed over the radio, informing the pair of Super Saiyans of the new revelation. The relay of the pod had identified that the occupant within was asleep, a vital measure that had been implemented so long ago when Saiyans more regularly conquered. The ability to transmit the vital state of their warriors was an invaluable one, allowing the medical teams to prepare themselves for wounded soldiers long before they returned to Vegetasei. “It appears young Master Hiruen has fallen asleep,” she said, simply.

Rensou stood at the news, his body still shaking and uncontrollable. The tears had finally ceased from his blue-greens, but they still wet his face and they shimmered gold beneath his aura while he set the smile upon his face to a grim line, though he was unable to stifle a grin as he invited Boliko to join him in his efforts to better prepare for the new challenges that lay before them. Though Vegetasei was gone, a minute piece of the fiery warrior was pleased that something else had risen up to push he and his brother forward to greater heights. The body naturally assumed the stance of his family, that right arm low and inviting, that left cocked and ready. Thick legs were spread, offering a fine base and wondrous balance.

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[Gray Callahan]

The language his general had addressed him with was instantly recognised but not understood. The old tongue of the saiyans was an embarrassing flaw on Boliko's part; while he had picked up universal English within hours, his mind had been closed to learning the true, old language of his people. He knew the words that adorned the official banners, Eikō e no shinkō or Faith in Glory. He knew slogans that had entered the popular idioms of the saiyan people on Vegeta, such as Eien no wāmu or eternal worm. But his vocabulary was small, and he couldn't keep up with the fast pace of the speaking.

Still, he understood the general gist from his general, though he wasn't used to as much saiyanese. He was happy about... something, and that something became almost immediately apparent.

A static crackle, and then the voice of a much younger saiyan. Boliko's mouth curls upwards slightly, a ray of hope finally breaking through the dark fog that had consumed his mind. Rensou's son, whom he had fought so hard to save many years ago, still lived on. That meant their could be other survivors. They would meet with Tsuken, and then search for the others. There was the possibility of Nam, and that would greatly bolster the strength of his cause, if they could finally meet up. Evil, though, had kept them apart - or was he a traitor? Had Boliko's extended hand been knocked away?

In which case, he would have to end that threat, however much it saddened him. Nam was almost the parallel of Boliko, being of a similar age and race but being from another planet, another culture. Boliko used lethal force if necessary, but Nam seemed to not use it at all. The two could learn a lot from each either.

Still. Those were thoughts for another time. The tired saiyan king's smile wanes. He was happy for his general and happy for Tsuken, but his own extended family had crumbled and burnt at the hands of Earth's finest warriors.

Tsuken had realised his father's mistake, and corrected himself. The child was proud. Proud they had survived. If Boliko had been less tactful he would have barked cynically, but he held back for the child's sake. His errors... how could he be proud of a battle when he had lost hundreds of thousands of lives because of a couple of hours of absence? And on that note, was any of Boliko's planets safe? For now, perhaps... the warrior's of Earth needed to rejuvenate. But, so did the saiyan fighters - who would strike next? Should Boliko spread his force's defensively or amass them altogether to strike at the Earth's government? Not the civilians, no, but those who held the dystopian power. Guerin and Zach were all that held that power-hungry faction together.

Would the strength of Boliko and Rensou alone be enough? Or, a better question, would Boliko risk anyone else for his personal sense of justice?

And still the child was proud of his family as he fell asleep. Another who didn't see Boliko as the monster he was.

His hair rippled like golden surf breaking on the shore, wave action set aflame by the brilliant fire of the morning sun. His teal hues reflect the crimson of the gravity, and it appears as if hate itself danced alive in his eyes, and in his heart. Boliko's body unravels from his meditative pose, feet hitting the floor with a tac noise. He was in his casual gi rather than battle armour.

"Care to test yourself against legend, Rensou?"

[Rensou Hiruen]

Battle : A combat between two persons.

The gigantic legend unfurled himself, towering in comparison to the modest body of Hiruen. Though the elder Saiyan carried layer upon layer of muscle bound to dense structure with nimble and resilient sinews, Koregutsu carried enough mass 'pon his frame to dwarf his general. The scarred face offered a pleased smile as the boots of his greatest rival touched down, the soft noise resulting the metaphorical bell of what would become another lengthy spar between the pair. The golden inferno was sheathed in darkness, having ignored the idea of his battle armor for the moment, after all, he had come here to train alone.

The black and brown carapace that normally covered a bare torso was neither blessing nor encumbrance, for his own fighting might had far outpaced his need for such things. Rensou wore the breastplate not out of need, but out of custom. Of course, the boots and bracers adorned with contrasting white stood out from his black ensemble, but enough of fashion and the like, Boliko had invited him to battle, to test his ascension against his own newest form. Again and again the pair kept stepping forward into differing levels of Super Saiyan, but a fact remained between them: neither man could truly say he had ever truly pushed past his fellow Saiyan. Certainly, there had been points when Rensou had been stronger than Boliko and vice-versa, but more often than not any confrontation involving them was one decided by skill and heart.

“Of course,” the tongue answered, and the body continued the reply as the feet of the man left the floor and his frame rocketed forward at his usual level of speed, an insane pace, something innate to the ex-gladiator. With his mind freed of the potential death of his offspring, Rensou approached with all his focus. Before the outstretched right fist one of those cyan baubles manifested, and the left followed suit. No time had been wasted in readying the Tsurunoha, but as quickly as they appeared they enveloped the physique and cast a faint white glow over his hide. Of course, Koregutsu had found a way to disable his stable creations, but the Hiruen son had theorized and worked tirelessly to negate that disadvantage : if Boliko could perform such an act, his enemies may be capable of similar measures against his playthings.

For the moment, they were employed as the Koutetsu, a continuous layer of ki that offered a measure of protection against all manner of attacks and amplified the durability of the agile soldier to a degree. Though hardly as powerful as a focused barrier, Rensou hoped it would provide him with enough constitution to weather the powerful blows of his adversary. The nature of his skill-set cried out for close quarters combat, but Koregutsu himself presented a difficult adversary. First and foremost, his superior length was capable of keeping Rensou at bay and his superior strength was an unwelcome thing against his senses. The muscled figure was only a short distance from Boliko when it began to unfurl that left arm in an overhand strike.

. . .before it disappeared completely.

Koregutsu might be very capable of ascertaining exactly what Rensou was setting into motion milliseconds after the act was completed, but the finest point of the Zanzoken executed was a simple thing that offered a dense web of complexity: at the pivotal moment, the smaller Saiyan had used a portion of the ki enveloping his body to fuel his breakneck pace around Boliko and to his rear, and once there, he had fired off a quick bolt of energy to hopefully startle him. . .should he present mistake in response, Rensou, a phenomenal counterstriker, would offer naught but punishment for foolishness. However, should the Tsuruzoken and blast be a full success and stumble the peer, Rensou would use that forward momentum of his to drop low and attempt to take Boliko's legs from under him.

[New Technique! : Tsuruzoken : Rensou has always been quite fond of the Zanzoken to sever range between he and his opponents, and has developed the Tsuruzoken to amplify the covert and quick movement by using a bit of the energy burning within his Tsurunoha, be they base or molded iterations, to provide a Zanzoken absent a power spike. The technique essentially shows no fluctuation in his energy whatsoever until after the act has been committed.]

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[Gray Callahan]

A thousand times that I have said, today, today, today!!~

The basal super saiyan king shows no attempt to react to his foes' newest technique, though he was surprised by the lack of energy spike. A useful technique, though Boliko noted, in the seconds before the attack slammed into his back, that Rensou was less one for stealth and more one for straight-on fighting. While Rensou could make use of it after his presence was already announced, the technique's applications could potentially be broadened as to act as a infiltration tactic during a covert ops. He would have to figure out how to apply such a thing to his very own Burst Speed variant of the Zanzoken technique. Perhaps this very fight.

And then the ki slams into his back. A surge of pain floods the super saiyan's body, and it breaks through the depressive haze. Clarity floods his gaze; yes. The pain was breaking through to him at last, freeing his spirit.

Another attack takes him, velocity on flesh sending a tumultuous pang of synapse action through the saiyan king. He grunts as he careens across the crimson dojo, flesh twisting and spinning in the air. The pain awakens Boliko's soul, finally exiting the oppressive dullness that his mind had been locked away in. And with that, came rage.

Rage at himself. His planet was gone and it really was his fault. If he had been there it could have been prevented. If Rensou was there, it could have been prevented. Instead they had both gone to Kold for glory, faith in glory the mantra he had so blindly followed, and the faith so viciously ripped away like a dummy/pacifier for a baby child accustomed to one. Glory was an illusion, just like Rensou's newest zanzoken technique.

He angry at the perpetrators of the attack. His mind was set on the man he had let live on Earth, whose description matched that of a scared scouter babble in the seconds before 'evaporation' of the individual. And if he had left Earth, it probably meant something else, that Earth had decided that the Solar Empire was an enemy that needed to be destroyed. Boliko's weary mind realised that Touketsuki's role had already been replaced in his own motivations, that vengeance would now be dedicated against the evil warriors on Earth. Could he satisfy that desire, though, or would more of his people die? How could he truly justify avenging his people in the same manner he had done Suki?

And finally, there was anger for his general. Rensou Hiruen had committed his own monstrosity to rival that of Suki's decimation of Vegeta. Civilians, which would now rightfully be Boliko's civilians with the saiyan occupation of Kold, were space-dust. A means to an end? Perhaps. It was still horrid. They weren't fighters, nor would they have hindered Rensou's fight, nor the saiyan king's own duel with his Changeling counterpart.

The super saiyan collides with the wall, but gracefully; he twists in the air so his feet are facing it and propels himself off, backflipping in the air before landing and facing his opponent. A trickle of blood slowly trickles from between his lips, lazily; the impact of the ki had done that.

The super saiyan smiles coldly, one of his teeth stained the same red that was now coursing down his chin. He wipes a hand across his mouth, clearing it, before his electric eyes observe his friend, his foe, stare directly into Rensou's own oceans, a mirror of his own appearance - for now, at least.

"I imagine you haven't had an easier hit since you destroyed those innocents, eh?" His voice was unnaturally controlled and measured, his face giving away nothing, nothing but his eyes; they burned angrily. He would wait a moment for a response, but nothing would truly please the king, his noble ideals almost impossible to follow.

"I'm done with the warming up."

Energy thunderously surges throughout Boliko, his anger acting as the key to the greater power in his body. His being seems to sing with chaotic vibes, he almost relaxed flow of his super saiyan aura being replaced with atomically explosive waves of energy, dark electricity bio-manifesting around the garguant.

As his power grows, Boliko loses himself.

His muscles bulge, his skin tearing and healing instantly to compensate. His legs double in size, his arms triple, his chest quadruple. What was smooth definition erupts like an unruly mountain, hard muscle exemplified to bestial proportions. It was truly like a quasi-Oozaru in stature, this supposedly 'Legendary' form of Super Saiyan that Boliko alone had unlocked (and, unbeknownst to the saiyan king, he was probably the only saiyan capable of it for a good while).

In a similar fashion does his golden scalp erupt into an emerald crown of jagged, energised spikes, many times higher and more erratic than his usual Super Saiyan form. His pupils had faded away to nothingness, leaving a vague white hue that represented the unthinking, uncaring beast that Boliko could be in this form.

And the final difference was the cruelty evident in the saiyan king's face. He wanted to fight Rensou, now, and wanted to win... and wanted to spill blood across his fingertips.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“I imagine you haven't had an easier hit since you destroyed those innocents, eh?” Koregutsu quipped as he gracefully positioned his massive bulk against the wall opposite his general, his attitude intensified positively with the thrill of the battle. A smile happened over scarred visage in response, and Rensou widened himself across the reddened tiles when his body returned to stance. The technique had been practiced often, but the opportunity to use such covert measure had never presented itself on Kold. The ex-gladiator had no need of such a thing against such rabble.

Rensou Hiruen was simply the sword.

The Saiyan people yearned for vengeance, lusted for payment for lost brothers, sons, wives, and children! Touketsuki had struck deep into their hearts and darkened them, and throughout the homes and the gathering places the conversation had spread like wildfire. They had reached the ears of the brash killer, therefore, the same must certainly apply to Boliko's own. The endless fury of his brothers and sisters had unsheathed Rensou Hiruen, and they weilded him magnificently only because he allowed it –but he had little sadness in his heart for the lives lost, either. Death had darkened his own heart, the same as his people.

Weilded with ill-intent, the sword had taken lives. Countless lives. Blown from the sky without honor and remorse.

“Heh,” Rensou answered, barbarically. Boliko had aimed his words with insult in mind, but he would not respond to fury. The king looked to deliver his people what they needed, a brighter future through peace and understanding. The general had delivered to his people what they desired, bright blood spilled with violence and vengeance. Both men cared for their destroyed kin, but it had become glaringly apparent over the years that they shared vastly different views: a product of their upbringing. Rensou, Vegetasei born and raised. Boliko, exiled and untainted.

These petty politics interested him not, and Boliko understood the motive behind his man, in all probability. What he knew not was that Rensou battled his own beliefs every day, questioning the ways of his people as the years went on. With each and every alien he had called his ally over the course of his fighting career, he had seen again and again that they were worthwhile lives. The same as he, Koregutsu, Tsuken~

Koregutsu informed with serious tone he wished for there to be no tarry in their progression towards the truest combat between them, and Rensou could not agree more. He welcomed the idea, had wished for it the moment he had seen the hulking beast Boliko had become~

An eyebrow lifted while the posture was set facing Boliko, whom had literally exploded from some inner shell and formed a new one for himself. The stature of the man was truly overwhelming before this version of his super saiyan transformation, but now it was simply unbelievable. There was little audible noise to pour from Rensou as his arms tensed at his sides, vein rippling under his skin as his aura intensified, the golden inferno bathing him and replacing the red light as his eyes rolled with the pleasure of power and pain. The pupil had dimmed to an extent, but the teal was still apparent as the mass of the general himself expanded as well. This state was a well of power and speed, a mastery of his latent energies of the first form brought forth.

Both Boliko and Rensou stood at opposite ends of the room, and Rensou truly believed the hate machine staring at him so vehemently would charge forth at any moment. Blonde spiked whipped with the intensity of his flame, and his eyes understood completely when they locked with the barren white of Boliko's own. “Are you going to try to kill me, Boliko?” he grinned, altogether dreading such an ultimatum should it be so.

“Come and try!” Rensou Hiruen challenged, his anger peaking at the very idea of it!

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[Gray Callahan]

It was in the moments before Boliko's escalation that he realised he had nurtured a monster born of anger, of hate. Not just Hiruen, but the saiyan people, and with that thought the saiyan king is whipped away to oblivion, that thought the spark he clung hold to...

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Rensou spoke, and Oozaru rose to meet his lyrical challenge. His rippling muscle surges through the air like a knife through butter, his strength unleashed and unbound from the gravity that Rensou would have slight difficulty with, the legendary super saiyan had no such qualms. The insane being's face stretches out into a smile, high cheek bones contorting disturbingly as a cackle erupts from Boliko's mouth, but in a demonic tongue. The saiyan general would truly be dwarfed now, not just in height but in muscle, and not just in muscle but in hate.

Boliko would be millimetres from Rensou's chest, his entire weight apparently going for a crushing body slam, when his visage would fade harmlessly through Rensou's own... without an energy spike. The beast had already figured out how to conquer it, instead forcing the energy used to be released after the technique rather than before or the duration. This Burst Speed variant would henceforth be known as Burst Shock, for it's ability to act on a stealthy capacity, as Hiruen Sr's Tsuruzoken. The indomitable mass had positioned itself to the saiyan general's right, a great shuttling mountain of a fist imposing its force on the general's jaw with the intent to dislocate it in one foul strike.

The legendary form was massively strong, but unlike the Ultra Super Saiyan form it did not lack the speed with the power boost. Whether they blow took his general's jaw out was of no concern to the fierce brute; next his knee would aim to intrude on the general's ribs, and if it hit it should send Hiruen spinning across the room in a shattered mess of agony.

But his foe was strong and swift, his own forced transformation a rival to Boliko's mutated transformation. Hiruen might tire more easily due to the nature of his form compared to the king of all saiyans, but he would know how to maintain it long enough to finish Boliko or Oozaru should he lose his focus or become overconfident.

Instead, though, the beast was to try a different tactic... one his long-lasting foe on Kold had demonstrated... he just needed a moment of focus, and he would attempt his first try at something other than physical domination.

In a moment. "Have at it," Boliko's voice, deepened and distorted and filled with raw anger.

Burst Shock: Identical to Burst Speed, but without the energy spikes to dictate it's usage. Instead, the energy is released once the technique is ceased. Uses more energy in the long term that it's more obvious counterpart, however.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The tactician readied himself as the brute approached him at a level of speed not unlike his own, that happy smile on his face and a stark answer to the hatred painted on the features opposite. The musculature loosened, power budding from every pore and spraying out into the crimson luminescence. A perfect peace in hectic battle which was only beginning, but already enslaved the mind and body so! The thrall gave himself over willingly, allowing his moderately intelligent mind to slip away and combative reflex to take over. The time necessary to think and react was much greater than to simply take action and with it victory!

. . .what!?

The beast emulated his own movement at the moment Rensou Hiruen whipped his body into the most ferocious kick his capable mass could create, the boot at the end of the slashing leg perfectly placed. Target would have been halted and swept away in his determined gait, and Rensou would have returned to stance~ Instead: the leg passed through, just as Boliko took position to his flank and approached the side Rensou was whirling toward. Sheer luck played her hand as she often did in each and every physical confrontation, and during the span of time Rensou sought to evade the fist cracked into his head. The man had attempted to slip the punch, as he always did, and had succeeded to the slightest extent. Reaction had been made possible by chance.

Still, the disorientation of such balled digits! The mind swam, the skull lashed backward as knuckle tore at the scar above the teal pool. A fresh flow erupted, but Rensou was accustomed to such things! He bled often and fiercely, literally leaving that which was within his heart upon the battleground whether it be upon Vegetasei, Kold, or here upon the floors of his own ship! Koregutsu pressed the advantage, his tremendous knee planting against the stomach and chest as the body wrapped around it and was battered away.

The pain from the two titanic blows had yet to register, and fighting spirit clawed through to uncloud the mind! There was little doubt that Koregutsu's efforts against Yakedo had pressed him to suicide through skill rather than luck, of that there was now a certainty. Rensou, however, was no Touketsuki. The Saiyan was as cunning as he was powerful, at least in the fighting sense. With a grunt, he unveiled another ability he had not been forced to reveal during the battle of the World Trade's darkest hour.

[New Technique! Teiryuu : A mastery of Bukujutsu, the technique translates to “halt” in native Saiyan, and does exactly that. With a moderate energy expenditure and a brief moment of focus, Rensou expels ki from every point along his body to stop his current movement to allow for quick and precise control over his own positioning. With less effort, the Saiyan is capable of essentially anchoring himself in a stable state to prevent efforts to remove him from striking range.]

The newest effort was hardly veiled, nay, the king would feel a sudden explosion of Bukujutsu from his general as his speeding form halted in mid-flight, preventing him from crashing into the wall of his vessel and incurring further damage to his body. Rensou righted himself, levitating with his eyes upon his stationary foe and gathering his breath. With some of it, he issued a reply. “I am a gracious host, Koregutsu! It is you whom wanted this battle!” For now, Rensou would await his next movement and reply in kind.

Thankfully, Boliko had given him moment to gather himself. Rensou reached that tattooed arm up and wiped the blood away from his eye, still smiling from ear to ear despite the discomfort grating against his focus. A rib had been cracked, that much was for certain. . .the shot had been well placed. While the back of the hand swiped the blood away, those twin spheres, the Tsurunoha, sparkled into existence and spun around the warrior whom had fought much harder while enduring much worse. There was still much within Rensou Hiruen, and Boliko would find him a much greater challenge than his latest opponent.

Should he not be careful, he would find his role as a victor absolutely reversed.

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[Gray Callahan]

An organic behemoth chuckles at Hiruen's gruff vocals. "Names are wind, and honor is piss."

A corrupted golden-emerald fusion of an aura erupts around the legendary super saiyan, the green reminiscent of viral disease. An infected super saiyan aura. Whether the legendary super saiyan form was the original super saiyan was debateable, but the raw power it exudes was most definitely not. It was the next leap in power, and only one of many that saiyans could achieve; coherent Boliko would have foreseen that the potential of his race was almost limitless at this step, but Oozaru had no such thoughts. Destroy, defile and so forth were on the top of his.

Anger brings a crimson tinge to the legendary super saiyan's perception, and the animal descends on Rensou Hiruen. Unfortunately for the garguantuan king, he wasn't as skilled as when anger and hate weren't clouding his mind, whereas Rensou was on as top shape as ever. Whereas Boliko's strength and raw power were turned up to the eleventh degree, his fighting ability itself was almost reduced in his current form. He couldn't think as fast or as tactilely. He had fought with more clarity against Touketsuki; both Boliko and 'Oozaru' yearned for his death, and so the two had worked together, leading ultimately to the victory (though that too was due in part to Hiruen).

But, in this case, the destruction of Hiruen did not sit kindly with the king's true senses, and hence the actions of Boliko Koregutsu the worm-slayer were not truly his own this time, and nor were they as grandiose. Raw energy broadened, outspread, his muscles rippling with hate, but his vague, hue-less eyes reflected the state of his mind.

He was the carnal being who had cannibalised an entire village on Vegeta within a single night upon his return, six years ago. Boliko had been an animal before he had become a man, and before he had become the king. His transformation had been sudden, but within the recesses of his mind lurked that instinctive monster than had fed upon the flesh of his own race. That fact was lost, now; even Boliko had repressed it, nay, purged it from his mind. He was not that evil being any more.

Except... here it was, again. And he was hungry.

The saiyan king opens his mouth, as it to yawn, but faintly a rush of energy could be heard, before building to a jet engine's volume in an instant.

A gaping blast of energy is expelled from his jaw in an instant, almost blinding white energy in the form of a Big Bang Attack that would surely render Rensou's body vulnerable and agonised if it impacted. It was stronger than the usual Big Bang, and should Rensou dodge it the explosion from behind may still singe his flesh.

Big Bang Burp: A variant of the Big Bang Attack, this is a slightly more powerful version released from the mouth. As it is stronger, though, it requires slightly longer to charge and is more noticeable.

[Rensou Hiruen]

With senses heightened through the Yeisanki, Rensou felt his spheres swirling around him with much pleasure. The overwhelming feeling of the chaos within foe was a comforting thing rather than a threat to the Saiyan, whom reveled in such situation! The beast, his king, would undoubtedly provide his greatest challenge to date, for their individual strengths had grown much during the battles upon Kold. Yakedo could never hold a candle to the men now, and Rensou was very aware that without Koregutsu to push him to the next level that their next excursion into warfare might certainly see his death!

Like a coiled viper, the man waited. The chaos and the truer Boliko traded blows from within him, back and forth whilst the teal pools of the Super Saiyan standing across the expanse between them narrowed his eyes, waiting patiently. The mind of the warrior calmly responded to the inner battle, thoughts questioning his brother~

Which will it be, Boliko?

The hate was chosen, and Rensou tightened the muscles of his legs in preparation. Energy was building within the man whom had chosen to call his being an enemy in every sense, and Koregutsu opened his gigantic maw as Hiruen realized his next challenge would be a burst of energy from the very thing. The broad thing exploded forth, and the right arm of Rensou Hiruen moved upward and positioned a sphere with it. Simultaneously, the legs pushed him forward and feet left the ground to power himself towards the wave with fearlessness.

The sphere stretched, compressed, and formed the Shirudo directly in front of that lifted appendage with cocked forearm, the musculature rippling with flesh and vein as the shoulder pressed backward and absorbed the sudden shock of charging energy against the like. The momentum of Hiruen was slowed by the pour, but with defiance he redoubled his charge!

The shield gave way! Broken apart by the power of Boliko, the shards sprayed outwards to reform the orb as the beam wreaked havoc on the arm that was the only thing between it and the face of Hiruen. The Big Bang itself was cut apart, somewhat weakened in initial confrontation with the shield, but the arm of Rensou suffered the damage as his teeth grit with exertion and pain coursing through his system. The hide of that warrior split, allowing a fresh flow of blood to follow the two halves of the attack he parted like water as his charge continued.

Rensou ripped through the last of the attack, face to face with Boliko and the fully charged sphere of Tsurunoha moved some distance from the skull of the man as the left fist began to hook towards the mouth of his sparring partner with great speed and phenomenal power! The very ship the two resided in was rocking within the darkness of space at their struggle, lending to the absolute and utter power the two brought to the table.

With a wink, the lips opened and the tongue worked, “Not bad!”

The right arm was a fresh wash of crimson from the wrist to the elbow, the skin flayed open and an awfully painful thing! Rensou ignored such petty feeling in effort of wreaking pain on his fellow as his hook reached toward the jaw of the tremendous Saiyan and his sphere. . .

Well, just like Tsuken, Rensou could mirror his physical attacks! The child had been the first to do so, but Rensou had caught on quickly, surprised at the sudden ingenuity of his child. Both the fist and the sphere sought Boliko's jaw from opposite direction, a truly crushing combination of attack that was the newest and final piece of his technical arsenal.

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[OOC : Mirroring his physical attacks with his Tsurunoha sphere isn't technically a technique, as Rensou is simply moving his sphere towards his fist at equal speed. The Tsurunoha technique itself is broad enough to allow such a simple thing, so I'm going to refrain from including “Mirroring” as a technique.]

[Gray Callahan]

What use is power without purpose? It would just fade to black, a living embodiment of physical entropy. The saiyan warrior's energy would consume himself due to the hate he radiated.

That thought was a dominating aspect of Boliko Koregutsu the man, but it was lost on Oozaru. All he could feel was the pounding of his heart, and the thunderous growling in his throat that threatened to consume the whole room like a screaming metal bassline. The impact of his vicious insult to Rensou Hiruen had been dulled by the shield his general had been able to throw up, but even the dampened damage had caused his general pain. Still, there was one thing he could rely on Hiruen for, and that was working through pain.

Boliko, too, had viciously learned his lesson several times over on the forboding jungle world of Amazonica. One could never master pain, no, never make it work for them; you could simply work through it. You could never reject the pain of walking across metres upon metres of hot embers, nor would your body not scar. But the most important thing was to teach yourself that there was nothing in the universe that would not scar you in some way, interior or exterior. The scarring process, throughout life, was known as 'aging'. It was true of training; there could be no gain without pain, no growth without some sort of damage, intentional or not.

Rensou Hiruen worked through his pain. He came flailing at Koregutsu with precision and a superior technique. The Oozaru beast dodged the fist, flowing to the side... and the ball impacted square in his jaw, with all the strength of what would have been Hiruen's muscle. The physical ki construct hurt no less. The impact sent the legendary super saiyan reeling, spinning, his eyes frantically darting around. While his pain in this form was dampened, it still pounded through his skull like a snare drum.

Hiruen was a storm. Yakedo was a storm. Guerin was a storm. Zach was a storm. But there was one thing that Boliko Koregutsu could cling to. He could stand through the storm, the pain, the hurt... stand, stand, stand. To Boliko it wasn't about where, how or to whom he made his stand, but so long as he kept standing.

The beast-man cackles, a more human noise to Hireun's ears but still maddened, as if the garguantuan being had no more idea who he was than those who set eyes upon him. His vacant hues seemed to represent that lack of control, and lack of identity.

But Boliko was still there, and Boliko could work through pain.

Because, after the storm, there was always the promise of sunshine. The hope of a golden glow to warm the fact and sweep away fear and self-doubt.

Still, it was up to Boliko to heal the wounds of his past, and up 'til that point he would continue to bleed. He needed to bleed, to remember his people, to remember their marauders, to wade through the sea of the universe with enough determination to wrest those tyrants from their homes and smite them, scatter their bones and ash on the ground, crunch their fucking skeletons to paste and mount their head's upon his fists.

The pain was like an open wound without a gauze, on the brain and driving him insane.

The legendary super saiyan hoots, beating a hand on his chest, before rushing back towards his ascended pack-mate.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Love.

But few moments in the vastness of time had passed as martial confrontation between the duo, their dance intimate; violence was a passion they shared, improvement a product they enjoyed together! The sweetest embrace was expressed whence their fists clashed, knuckle melding against opposition the softest of penetrations! Hatred absent, only the knowledge of the other in their mutual love of physical arts~

Hate

The crushing blows would send the men apart, reeling with sudden respect and disdain for the counterpart. A shin perfectly situated between orbital and lower jaw pressed the cheek inward, and the inner flesh might lacerate to allow the sweetness of metal and brine to pass against the tongue. The injured might cry out, his exclamation a moan as the delicious liquids brimmed over tattered lips! Love absent, only the desire to outdo remained in their shared adoration of ascending the steps into greatness~

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Koregutsu approached, assailing the smaller Saiyan with the ferociousness of a fiend hellbent on destruction of self and that whom stood across the way. The posture of his opponent was a relaxed one, fearlessness emanating while cautiousness permeated. Boliko! A dangerous foe indeed, and the only to ever defeat Hiruen in single combat on grounds so even that the difference between them so insignificant that it could not be noted by the keenest of eye, nor split by the sharpest of razor!

Behemoth approached with brutality, and the pursued reacted with precision. Koregutsu fired his colossal fist, a great battering thing, but Hiruen was prepared. The smaller, sleeker Saiyan slipped his head under the attack with collapsing posture and rolling hips as his position moved forward to sever range. The left arm of the man ripped out in an overhand attack, slipping over the defenses of the countered one in direct path towards the jaw! Not a millisecond after, Koregutsu lifted his knee as the hand reached dangerously for his head.

TTCHAK!

THUUUM! ! !

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The fist impacted, and the joint of the damaged followed! The head of the great Saiyan rolled backward upon neck, and Rensou was lifted bodily upward. Hardly disoriented, the recipient of the punch glared back downward to find the elder of the pair. With a slight soreness, that which had endured the knee rolled outward and reset stance as Koregutsu moved in once again, zealous in his efforts and brimming with might as he rushed to engage the general of the Saiyan army.

Seven million units of combative genius and fighting might reunited in the most beautiful display of melee aptitude that could only be described as indescribable. Fists flew, and the pair ducked and blocked and shrugged off as they moved through the intensity of the gravity like an old friend as they each tested their dearest comrade. A low kick from Boliko slashed out, and an elevated shin from his target intercepted the brunt of the force as the Gladiator itself shivered with the utter ecstasy of splendid moment in the eternity of ever-flowing time.

Emeralds and golds exploded throughout the small confines that forbid them true freedom in their art as the sweat began to roll and mistakes were made, allowing the blood of flow freely as attacks became ignored to seek repayment through greater strikes! The violence escalated as they whirled and flew and moved with the grace of dance and the hideousness of warfare! A pivotal inkling in the everlasting ages occurred whence the pair simultaneously, or near enough, sought to rout the opposition with mirrored movements: the Tsuruzoken of Hiruen, the Burst Shock of the king of Saiyans~

A roll of laughter escaped Hiruen as he fired off a volley of energy blasts to seek multiple points along the body of Koregutsu, as well as the head.

The beast responded with a roar of pleasure and rage that unleashed a kiai and halted the majority of the blasts. The man let his arms flex at his sides as he faced his enemy head on, his energy building in his chest and rising up in his throat.

Again? Rensou had hardly expected it, but this iteration of his friend was a different thing. His stance widened as his muscular arms leveled out before him, forcing his spheres together. The man drew the singular sphere behind him as Koregutsu unleashed his Big Bang from his gaping maw.

“TSURUHAAA!”

“RRRRAAAAAARGH!”

Two gorgeous pillars expanded out in different directions, an attack and a defense, respectively.

KEEEERBLLLAAHM!

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The attacks canceled, and Koregutsu inhaled deeply after his effort, the smoke filling the room as he sought Rensou Hiruen with his eyes rather than his senses. The man had lost focus as the Densetsu Super Saiyan, and he would pay dearly for the first mistake his furious offensive variety had presented thus far. The nigh-invisible pupil and iris widened with shock as with the utmost momentum, a fist planted solidly into his midsection and doubled him over, only to receive a hooking strike from the opposite set of knuckles.

Boliko stumbled backwards, his rage boiling outward and overcoming him. Further flaw. Wild and uncontrolled, he sought to reenter the fray as best he could. Rensou conserved his energies with a simplistic Zanzoken and planted his elbow into the base of a thick neck presented when he gained the positional advantage. To a knee Koregutsu went, his gripping hands cracking into the tile as he struggled back to his boots with the utmost difficulty and overflowing frustration.

A shin to the side of his head whipped that skull to the side as a spray of blood emerged from his mouth, removing him from the standing postion that had not been enjoyed for very long. Full shields devoted to the impact point as Boliko Koregutsu still cratered into the dense interior of the gravity floor of the flagship Rensou Hiruen called his own. The gargantuan Saiyan pushed out from it, but found himself pinned against the very spot as Rensou stepped forward and began to press out a constant wave of energy, a thing allowed by the damaged state he had placed his ruler in.

“You are not my brother,” Rensou issued, spitting sideways, blood flecking his saliva as he glared at Boliko with the only judgmental gaze he had ever set upon him.

“You are not my king!” Hiruen snarled, his endless kiai intensifying with his sudden rage.

“This is a mockery of MY King, Boliko Koregutsu,” Rensou settled on, his words flowing forth with a sudden and purposeful tone of emotion and truth, of enlightenment and love, and hatred and hurt, and every emotion that created the entity within him that was his very soul!

“The Saiyans left don't need a beast, and they don't need a killer,” and in that regard, Rensou meant himself. “They need warriors! Beacons of might borne from a great race that is undying, a people that rise up again and again against all the odds to reign supreme among those throughout the stars. . .”

Then, Rensou Hiruen released his kiai and powered down to his normal form. Koregutsu far over-powered him now, and no amount of skill within him could overcome this entity of hatred and insanity that had taken his brother away from him. The sleeve along his left arm was torn and tattered, the blood still flowed from the wound he had endured from the first Big Bang, but the bloody thing he offered was a limb without threat or ill intent. Koregutsu could accept him for what he was or kill him here and now, but the son of the Hiruen clan was confident that the pair could change, erase their flaws and break free from the cocoon of sin they had found themselves guilty of, or, in the case of Boliko slaying Rensou here and now, would be guilty of.

“Be that warrior, Boliko, be the -king- that our people need in our darkest moment,” Rensou whispered, perhaps the last words that would ever pass his lips.[/blockquote][/font][/size]

[Gray Callahan]

The chaos, that had taken Boliko's mind to a dark place, was a fickle thing indeed. It relied on the bestial brutality that existed in Boliko's heart, suppressed and dormant. For many opponents, yes, that might have been enough - his pure speed and strength could overwhelm any resistance, and fear would have done the rest. But, no such thing would happen to an elite warrior of Rensou Hiruen's calibre, and nor would it have weakened the resolve of their true foes, whose power's were sure to rival even these legendary form. And, one of Boliko's favourite passages from the books he had picked up on his travels spoke true; "A thimble wielded by a master is more effective than a katana wielded by a novice."

The power of densetsu was all well and good, but if it made Boliko mindless then what was the point? Half of his true strength came in being able to effortlessly adapt to a situation, and the abominable beast that now possessed his form had no such advantage, instead choosing to flail head-on through fire and brimstone than figuring out the weakness as the true Boliko Koregutsu would. His body rolls with the pain and quakes as Hiruen slides between his blows with his own, causing an uproarious hit to his jaw that caused a blossom of swelling crimson lifestuff.

The two separate at impact, Boliko's nemesis releasing a torrent of powered blasts meant to render Boliko unconscious. The legendary saiyan giggles almost childishly, before his laughter surges triumphantly into an ear-splitting yell. The air vibrates and surges with awesome energy, the blasts dispersing before even reaching spitting distance of Koregutsu.

Chaos feels energy surge through his form again, the blast releasing from between his lips identical to the prior energy composite; but Hiruen was ready this time. The blast erupts from his jaw with such force, but is met with an equal strength in the form of his general's Tsuruha. The resulting explosion is catastrophically beautiful, blinding light fraying the legendary super saiyan's senses. The smile billows that followed confused the legendary saiyan, and chaos clouded the warrior's better senses. He lunges blindly through the smoke, towards where he assumed his foe was, failing to register the shifting ki signature.

Dual fists impact in him, the wind knocked out of even the strongest defensive layer due to his unpreparedness. He stumbles backwards, hissing, before attempting to write himself... another chop to the neck brings him to his knees. A growl almost begins in his throat, before a final kick sents him sprawling, an extrusion of blood bursting from between his lips as the beast is ripped away by the blow, the speed causing a colossal impact crater in Hiruen's training room.

He attempts to surge forwards, but an invisible force stops him, the powerful kiai taking full advantage of his weakened state. The beast could gain no momentum. He releases a howl as the ascended super-general begins his verbal attack, hueless eyes narrowing, canines bared with utter venom. The words fell deaf on the chaos, though beneath that exterior the interior man was listening intently~

It was true. This 'Oozaru' personality or mood (Mato hadn't figured out which, yet) held none of the same aspects of Boliko Koregutsu but the powerful body. At one point they had been one and the same, on the earliest days of Boliko's travels on Vegeta, before he had cast down the lazy, corrupt politicians whom had ruled his world. He had been acting for his own self-gratification, then, and his victory had been achieved only via his superior speed and strength. His technique had grown, and his eyes had been opened to morality, to choice, to philosophy; the beast had matured into a man, and then a king. In a few months, he had been considered 'pure' by the then-Elder Namekian, Param, and his inner strength had surged forth.

But that aspect of his personality could never truly leave, not entirely. It still lay dormant, almost a back-up mechanism for if and when everything went to shit. And, somehow, it had developed it's own agenda. It had struck when Boliko was most vulnerable, most self-conscious, giving him the strength to rise up and defeat Suki, though barely and with the help of the man in front of him. The beast had bare-cunning, yes, enough that Boliko had to rely on him to access this transformation. But, he wasn't good enough to lead the saiyan people to further victory, or to redeem themselves.

Only Boliko could do that. Boliko Koregutsu had the intelligence, the morality, the tactical intelligence... and, finally, was he mature enough to act on his own.

Rensou Hiruen powers himself down, the force that had been acting to keep chaos at bay fading away. Hiruen graps the beast's forearm.

Dead eyes penetrate the Solar Empire's gratified general.

The free arm of Koregutsu whips upwards, massive hand whipping up and wrapping around Hiruen's throat. Squeezes.

And then a pause. The expression on the beast's face begins to change.

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A void, devoid of anything but supreme nothingness, all-encompassing whiteness. The black entity is whisked shrieking back into sub-conscious, thrown across by a sudden surge of empowerment. The naked form of Boliko Koregutsu stands facing in, bristling with prideful anger. He did not need this beast to do what was necessary.

The entity screams with a ferocious anger, but the saiyan king is upon it in an instant. "Shut the fuck up." A tirade of blows is traded, the chaotic entity flailing uselessly, Boliko's strikes precise and efficient. Apollo versus Dionysus, Order versus Chaos. This time, the anarchy of 'Oozaru' was it's undoing.

His dual fists slam down on 'Oozaru' with an almighty boom, the jack-hammer literally destroying the entity. It explodes with such vigor, such crimson fire that encompasses Boliko, surges through his very being. All is pain, the crimson covering and consuming Boliko whose agonised cries are abruptly silenced as a golden channel of light emerges from his chest, billowing away from that empty void...

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The host form of Boliko/Oozaru releases it's hold upon Rensou's neck, and both warriors would drop to their knees. The legendary warrior, though, was up again in an instant, his very skin rippling, bursting, exuberant with a golden energy that cast away all greenish tinge.

A massive wave of golden chi energy bursts forth as an aura; all of the lights in Rensou's ship would reach bursting npoint as his vessel would find itself super-charged by the increasing power output of Koregutsu-sensei. Boliko's personality had returned, with a vengeance, and it was beautiful. Hiruen would do well to squint against that blaze that was Boliko's sub-conscious battle manifesting itself in reality, Boliko destroying and fusing with the better aspects of his chaotic side, the truest Boliko exploding forth at the end.

The lights fade, the gravity restored to normal. Should Hiruen pick himself up, blink the spots from his eyes, he would see a changed Boliko. His pupils returned, electric hues gleaming with pride and renewed hope. His musculature decreased from behemothic proportions, though no-less super human. His hair reduced in size, refined and the awesome golden associated with their breed of Saiya-jin.

Boliko Koregutsu flexes his fingers, rolling them with a casual air. "So how about the actual fight?"

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[Rensou Hiruen]

Five digits leaped out and took the throat of the warrior of smaller stature, but his face expressed no fear. The lids slid shut with sudden pain, but the lips curled with a disgust that rippled out from his spirit and was easily identifiable, if only this monster taking his life away could realize it. Inwardly, the warrior frowned with despaired emotion, outwardly, his mouth went agape to draw breath in pure reaction of survival. A long stretch of seconds, a minute at most, for the body was taxed by his earlier flurry. Rensou Hiruen needed oxygen.

There was none, and this was the end.

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In truth, it mattered not if he survived. Rensou and Boliko could never rise triumphantly from the newest quest leveled before them, not if Koregutsu clung to these bestial tendencies and abhorrent lack of fighting skill. The former gladiator would die here in the grasp of the brute or at the hands of Geurin and his warriors, for without Boliko, their cause was for naught. No pleasure was derived from the certainty that Koregutsu himself would meet ill fate without Rensou to fail beside him.

This man was not his king.

This man was not his brother.

As consciousness began to flutter away like the fragile thing it can oft-be, Rensou Hiruen knew that Koregutsu had failed. The king had been unsuccessful in breaking the chains that bound them so that he might surge onward to victory, and the price was defeat.

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The grip loosened, that was the first thing felt. Like water to a parched tongue, the lungs drank greedily of the dense oxygen as life was allowed into the body once again. Starved blood was reinvigorated, and the mind awakened. With the mind returned the senses, and the Hiruen son realized what had happened and how incorrect he had been in his latest assumption. Boliko Koregutsu had defeated the primal Oozaru within that plagued Rensou himself, though in the more conventional transformation. The Hiruen clan was an aberration within the Saiyan race, but Boliko was truly a mutated thing. Rensou knew not whether what afflicted his packmate was blessing or curse.

The soldier rested upon a knee as he gazed upward at the man whom had undergone yet another transformation, returning to the collected self that Rensou had always known. A taxed smile was offered while the eyes narrowed, unable to bear the brightness of the waves of gold that now emanated from the Legendary Super Saiyan, Boliko Koregutsu. That power. . .that power was deafening, and a lesser man would have cowed at the idea of entering combat again with such strength backed by skill.

Rensou Hiruen had been invited to continue to test himself against the Legend, to try his ascension against a pinnacle of Saiyan excellence. The Hiruen son had not come so far in his efforts to outpace Koregutsu, and he would simply not make excuses and give up now! A brazen spine ran down the length of his muscular back, and the body rose as his own golden inferno exploded from his pours and his hair shifted from darkness to light, his eyes that confident teal.

“I daresay this power could have stopped Yakedo's madness alone, Boliko,” Rensou surmised, his sleek musculature bounding backwards to land some distance away from his kin. A grin spread across his face, his breath fully returned and his power nearly at maximum. It was Rensou Hiruen that had forced his king to this point, and it would be Rensou Hiruen whom would properly test it.

“I am no Touketsuki,” he grinned, spraying another mass of saliva and crimson onto the floor beside him. “Come and stop me,” thus, as far as the fight was concerned, Rensou was more than willing to oblige Boliko. The man reveled in being tested, and this would be the greatest to date![/blockquote][/font][/size]