Post by Gray Callahan on May 20, 2013 14:52:44 GMT -5
The planet explodes, and I do nothing.
Boliko's lips part as the acrid taste of burnt flesh fills his nostrils and mouth, his acceptance of the deathly airs of hell, of his beloved city in it's last moments of angry fire and pained screaming. The sky was a scorched black, filled with vapid smoke and the distant haze of this planet's star. He was here, and he was on Kold. He was destroying the man who had caused such pain on his world right at this very moment, his emotions at a peak that had overridden his mind and released the dark beast known as Oozaru, the millennary monster that he had since tamed and subjugated beneath the might of his mind's order and his soul's law. On Kold, though, he and the beast had worked in tandem, both desiring the selfish necessity of the Icer's destruction.
But he was still here, on his world, as his people destroyed. He could never truly leave, was locked to this world as his vessel, his ship, his people to command. Every death, the anguish, it was torturous! No, more than that, utterly hellish and devastating.
Rise up, Koregutsu. Boliko. Millenium Warrior. Father of the sun. Son of the universe. King of all Saiyans. Feel the pain of the thousands, the hundreds of thousands who died 'pon these world due to your absence. Your body held the power to protect, but it was cast to war. Still is, ignoring your own sickening vagaries of morality. Enter me, son of death and war. Thrust your fist into me. Take me here and fuck this universe with your gaze. You are just a kid with a gun.
Boliko Koregutsu.
The planet explodes, and you do nothing.
The planet explodes, and I do nothing.
He retches, slick green and brown liquid tumbling from between his lips as his hands push against the burning soil.
It's all desire. Your empire is a greedy vision. You may offer a better life to those who choose it, but you cannot force their hands. They must realize your reality is the better reality. You cannot force it 'pon weary minds and distrusty ears. Yet you have! Those upon the worlds of Amazonica and Niwa, and your 'allies' on Namek and Nor whom you have essentially swallowed into your empire. They do not yet understand what they have become!
What, you thought I was going to be some subtle drug to focus your mind and take it away from the pain! Hark! Hark back to the day when you arrived upon the soil of the planet you allowed to be sacked and raped.
And so Boliko is forced back.
Come, gentle-man. We go to seek hell.
And he watches as a young, naked man destroys an entire village of saiyan warriors.
A wind, a terrible wind, yes, one that threatens to shatter the beast for he has never known such a cold as a night upon the Vegetan plain. The wind crafted by the very vessel he had arrived upon, the momentum of the cramped relic forcing a gust of air. Do you see? This is your memory brought to life, wrested from your mind. This is the power of your disciple's technology. Mato. That one wishes to fuck your girlfriend, you know? Surely you can smell it upon his breath as I can smell the fear in your flesh, yes?
Your attack pod broke upon impact with your mother-world. The crater kicked up by your arrival was most impressive, if I recall correctly. You were borne of fur of a wild beast whose entire world you had destroyed 'pon your victory. He was the last to give you a scar, if you can recall correctly, and your rage had decimated his entire habitat. His cubs, gone. Every action of yours has been created by the desire for vengeance, do you see! And, then, so must every mistake be caused by it.
You descended upon the village with only a cold, bestial calculation. Oozaru you were still. Still are, I reckon.
You forced an energy blast, one that ripped from an abode. You destroyed lives that die. Lives no less evil then yours, perhaps, but still, they should have been given choice to how they died. They should have been allowed to watch death coming and embrace it when the fated moment came, rather than be caught with their pants down o' their eyes closed, saiyan king. Saiyan king!
They poured out into the street in various degrees of nudity, didn't they? Some of the stronger warriors had drawn themselves into outdated models of combat armour, but honestly, none of them ranked with an elite of the big city, two thousand power level at the maximum.
You were so deadset on finding that royal family whom had killed your parents and almost ended your life, too. You did so in the name of honour. In doing so, you destroyed the enemy... peasants. You felt nothing but the thrill of the hunt.
What does a hunter fear? Nothing. He is a master of the night. You were, are, the force of chaos, Oozaru, Dionysus, rended unto flesh by some cosmic jester, some disillusioned god. Yield to your self-hate! Burst the banks of the diluted stream of anger! After all, how can you ever let this down? Yield!
Never!
Fine, then. We both know the truth of you, the extent of your bullshit existence that you have constructed for yourself. The reason you survived upon the ravenous, distorted echo of Amazonica was due to being able to blend into your surroundigngs and truly become one with the forest... and that is what you did upon Vegeta. You blended well, but you continued the hunt, and this time, set yourself the challenge of weakening the culture of your people. Without their lust for blood, what is a saiyan? Just a miserable little pile of secrets.
Fuck you. The saiyans could be magnificent if they set their hearts on the protection of peace and the refinement of martial arts as a method of defence, not as a method of spilling blood.
What is this, killer of Yakedo? I hear nothing but the cries of a hypocrite.
You killed a man known as Gerkin, and when his friend tried to avenge his death you broke his hand effortlessly, catching it and squeezing down on his fragile flesh. Blood was pouring and you began to interrogate him with the monotone of a sociopath. Where is the king? You asked, not knowing your vengeance would never truly be fulfilled. The peasants were ignorant, having little communications with Saru City, as run down as it was at this point. No. You couldn't accept no for answer, and so you broke his neck with a brutal kick, blood pouring from poor Panbukin's eyeballs and nose. What tender love as a king you held then! His eyes saw no more, a frozen glaze across time.
You mocked the way elite warrior's spoke, baring yellowed teeth that you soon had fixed when your time came as assumed royalty of Vegeta. You politely questioned the next, where might the king be? You were already beginning to blend.
And then you killed them all, in a flash of fire and anger, unrequited anger. What did they do to you, Koregutsu? No... that is not your true name.
I... I can't remember...
Shut up, Oozaru. You chose to supress it, but this is the truth of things. You plucked their flesh from between your teeth for many hours afterwards.
And then you went through the forest as your stomach digested the seven or so individuals you consumed.
You battled against the monstrous illusory beast that had plagued the forest for quite some time. It took the appearance between a wild cat and a spider, not realising you had thought many true horrors on the world of Amazonica. It's bestial nature was great, but it could never have overpowered your own inane anger.
Come, now, disciple of Dionysus, did you not expect such a victory? For the first time in your life you had felt the fear of not being the top predator, but that fear proved unfulfilled as you tore the form he took asunder.
You have torn many worlds asunder, Boliko Koregutsu. You destroyed those who fashioned themselves 'earls', a false council where they hoarded the funds which could have gone to strengthening the infrastructure of Vegeta. But you did not do see with the mind of a revolutionary. You did so for vengeance, for your parents and above all for yourself. Still, even in the early critical period of your mind's formation, you perceived that your actions would leave a power gap... and, mercilessly, you took the reigns. Saiyan kindness indicated that you killed those who spoke against you, but as quickly as possible.
It was a couple of days before you properly addressed your people with your destined machinations for the saiyan people. Your heart was still burning with the idea of power, infinite power. You desired the universe as your oyster, then, and I still think a part of you does.
No. I never...
You DID, Koregutsu. You destroyed a man simply for speaking out against you, fire erupting from his mouth as flesh and bone exploded from him. And still your words had a magical lyric to them, yes. You dazzled the crowd. Hiruen was the first to join you, and many others, now dead and gone, also came to your side. You promised them war. You desired to control your forces, to throw them into battle and orchestrate them, howling, vicious instruments thrown into the timbre.
Yes... I... I desired the symphony of war, the screaming volumes of life energy propelled to cause death, I wanted to sever. I wanted to win, and I wanted to lose. But... that was a different time. A time when I was still more beast than mine. That Boliko is no more!
And so you keep saying.
(wip)
