Misadventures Along the Journey to Saru City

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(This thread is for what happened on the way to Saru City with Kazama and Sohko)

The dry wind seemed to dry Kazama’s body out of any moisture that was trying to hide inside of the red majin. He lightly touched down on the parched landscape creating a small dust cloud to spread out at his feet. The land hand turned from barren desert to a greener version of what he had seen when he had originally landed on the planet. What Kazama was looking at was a green flatland that had an occasional hill to it. He had been following what the computer that Sohko had in his hands had been saying as far as directions went to get towards Saru City. Sohko had told Kazama that there was a space port there that would be able to get Kazama off the planet.

While he appreciated spending his time on Vegeta there was a lingering drive to fight someone with a great power level, someone who could train him to be great, and then there was something else deep down that he could not figure out what it was. There was deep hunger that had been growing within him since the day he had been created but had never been able to put into words or action. Food never seemed to make a dent in it and when he fought it only exacerbated that hunger.

Kazama turned and looked around him. He saw a couple of animals dart through the grass far off but with the shadows that were being casted by the setting sun he couldn’t be sure of what was actually roaming around on the grasslands of Vegeta. When he turned back he saw that Sohko was lagging back in the sky.

“You coming or are you about to pass out from the alcohol…again?” Kazama asked with a tone of contempt for the Saiyan’s habits.

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Thankfully the sultan of scotch, the lovable goof also known as Sohko, was use to people questioning him with a tone of contempt. A pitiful drunkard is almost always a target for the disdain of others. He preferred to see it they were jealous of him but then again denial is a powerful thing. The saiyan just smiled and nodded to the red bubblegum man floating ahead of him as he took a deep breath. To be honest, he was quite over encumbered thanks to the extremely heavy weighted clothing he put on before abandoning his space pod which had been his home for several years. He had never really worn them, instead just stashing them in the pod’s storage compartment for they were remnants of his time served under the WTO banner, but they were quite expensive so he decided he might as well bring them with him.

“Hold your nimbuses there bub; this weighted clothing is a real pain in my gorgeous backside. Is this how fat people feel all the time? Oh Kai no WONDER they are always so depressed and miserable! I feel like everything I do is in slow motion now. Ugh, I hate being up right now, to be honest, I can understand why they prefer to sit in there beds, watch ‘How I Met Your Mother’ and write stories about fantasy characters from an imagined universe.”

The two traveling warriors stared at each other for a moment. A cool breeze blew between them, giving sound to the awkward moment.

“Anyways, so why don’t you just slow down and we take this trip easy at first. At least until I get a little more use to the new weight. How about we swap stories huh? We can talk about our past as we leisurely travel to Saru City. We might as well get to know each other better if we are going to be traveling with one another for a while. And hey, who knows, maybe we’ll get into some trouble, kill some bandits, rescue a princess, get in a hot tub time machine, sky’s the limit. It could be legen-wait for it… DARY. Who knows how much shenanigans we can get into, there are countless misadventures along the journey to Saru City.”

The wasted warrior proposed as he caught up to the smooth skinned creature who accompanied him and awaited what he was sure was going to be a positive response.

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The words hung hollow in his head. He never thought for a moment that the saiyan would actually try and make conversation with him. Although he definitely should have but it never crossed his mind. Kazama let the saiyan land right next too him and even touch him on the shoulder. The sun began to cast even longer shadows as it set further behind the horizon.

Sohko had a large smile in between trying to catch his breath which apparently took more out of him than he had expected. Either it was the alcohol or the power difference but Kazama felt no fatigue.

He felt himself drift back to the moons with the Mezos. The faces of friends passed through his head: the blue stern face of Poso, the pale gaunt depressed face of Kira and the always smiling pink confidant Shinrai. They were all great memories but those were quickly replaced by what came next. Their bodies strewn across the main city of the Mezos. The result of all very one sided battles with a being that they thought was a friend.

"No...you don't want to know about my past...." Kazama stated as he tried to ground himself back in reality.

However it was hard as his mind was flooded with good and bad memories of the ones that he had lost. He looked the saiyan square in the face before turning away shaking his hand off his shoulder.

"We can spend the night here if we have to. I will go scrounge up some food for us." Kazama said as he lifted off and slowly flew off to find something to eat.

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"We can spend the night here if we have to. I will go scrounge up some food for us."

As Kazama lifted off and disappeared into the twilight of the sun slowly dissipating into the horizon. Letting out a sigh, Sohko turned to find a vision of himself sitting on a rock across from him. He wasn’t wearing his trademark jacket or bandana and his hair was well kept.

“Your posture is impeccable!”

Sohko said to his doppelganger and he wasn’t lying. Apparently sobriety had its benefits, however he wasn’t impressed.

“If you didn’t have to lean over to expel the contents of your stomach every twenty minutes due to the crutch that is your addiction to alcohol, your back might be straight as well Sohko.”

Mockingly falling back against a dead tree, Sohko mimed having taken a bullet to his chest.

“Ouch Sohko, too far.”

The duplicate responded with a shrug.

“This going to get confusing pretty fast if we both call ourselves Sohko, so how about we call you Accident. Has a certain ring to it.”

Letting out an obviously sarcastic laugh, the sauced saiyan took a seat across from his rude counterpart.

“Well, I’m the original and you are a result of my multiform technique subconsciously activating so I’ll be Sohko and you’ll be… Phillip.”

Phillip’s eyebrow slowly rose.

“I think not. I am the original Sohko, the inner darkness that once was all there was, before that weathered old hag cursed us, resulting in you, Accident. Plus Phillip is a ridiculous name for a proud saiyan warrior.”

Sohko became bored as Phillip spoke and after a long sip from his flask he began gathering sticks for a fire. No reason to be cold physically as verbally he thought.

“Blah, blah, blah. Anyways Phillip, tell me, what do you think is up Kazama’s crack. If he has one. Does he even take craps?”

Clearing his throat, the upright Phillip spoke.

“Good question and clearly something for another cast off to speak with you about, however I do believe the reason he isn’t very vocal is probably because he doesn’t have a friend. In fact, I don’t think he’s ever had a friend.”

A look of surprise and intrigue crept over the saiyan’s face.

“Really? And how would you know that, you’re a heartless monster.”

“AND friendless. Mostly because they are a trivial part of life that play no part in battle, but that is why I was slowly rising through the ranks of the WTO while you drink yourself into a coma on a weekly basis. Anyways, I know that look on his face; it used to be the only one I ever had. Friendless, angry at everything, and heartless. It is probably the reason why he beat you senseless and now won’t talk to you.”

“Well you sir are quite a negative Nancy. I’m sure he just needs to warm up to the idea of having a traveling companion. I think he’s just been flying solo for a while. Got to re-adjust.”

Phillip waved him off.

“If you wish to live in denial believe me, you’re doing a good job. However it won’t matter if you befriend him or not because soon I will have complete control once more, and I will never give it back.”

Now it was Sohko’s turn to laugh for real.

“Really, and how will you do that? You’ve been out of commission for years. I’ve got your number bub. I’m not killing anyone, not as long as this curse riddles my mind with the memories of those I kill. Nuh uh, no way no how, not going through that again.”

“Yes, but I will be far more retroactive about it, instead of drowning in a sewer like you. I will find a cure and bring us back to our glory. For you see I am the burning pride of the saiyans. I am every evil thought that trickles through your mind. I am the uncontrollable rage that bursts out when you can no longer control yourself. I am the darkness, the barbaric animal within you. No true saiyan can resist their roots forever, and no one can fight who they truly are Sohko. If you don’t believe me turn around and see for yourself.”

Following his finger Sohko, although he disagreed, still turned out of curiosity. However when he turned Phillip, his plan to bide his time and stall Sohko until it was completely night, disappeared and the only thing in Sohko’s world became the giant glowing rock in the sky.

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It did not take Kazama very long before he found something that would be able to satisfy his hunger and possibly fend off the growing hunger that resided in him. The creature that deep red majin had captured for his meal was a giant six legged buffalo type creature.

The majin had quickly realized as they traveled through the plains to not pass up the opportunity to catch something else living. The plains were devoid of life as if a bomb had gone off decades ago that decimated any chance of life surviving outside of the most hardy. So when Kazama noticed a lone six legged buffalo wandering around all he could think of was a rotating piece of meat over a roaring fire.

So with a now beaten, six legged buffalo steak on Kazama's mind he returned to the camp. Now the sun had almost completely set and night taken grasp and darkness settled across the barren landscape. And to Kazama's dismay Sohko had not constructed a fire but to his credit had gathered the materials for a fire. The look on his face though when Kazama touched down at camp with the buffalo on his shoulder. Drool began to drip from his mouth, or excess alcohol, his eyes wide and Kazama could have sworn that the Saiyan's stomach growled.

Kazama placed the buffalo on the ground and shot a small energy ball on to the place where the fire was supposed to be igniting the flames at contact. He tossed the buffalo over to Sohko who caught it with ease.

"I trust that you know how to cook that thing because I have never seen such a thing before." Kazama said as he plopped down on to the ground. He sat quietly as the Saiyan inspected the soon to be dinner.

"I am sorry about being so crass...rude to you...I haven't had anyone to really talk to in a very long time." The majin laughed to himself before continuing, "To be honest I think I am a bit rusty with interacting with other people."

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The sound of his heartbeat was deafening. Thump after thump, drowning out all other noise. Sohko couldn’t stop staring at the glorious sight before him; a full moon. In truth, it was the second he had ever seen; the WTO was very careful in that regard when it came to where he was sent for missions. The first time was so long ago, it was barely a memory; he couldn’t even remember it with any real detail. However he was well aware of its effect on the saiyan body; the gland in the tail which allowed for transformation when the owner came in contact with a full moon, or more specifically, blutz waves.

It was why, with every morsel of strength, that he fought the urge, the demand, to transform. The alcohol in his system was a great help in this regard, for it seemed to slow down the effect considerably. Sohko was angry at Philip but had no time to dwell on it, saving every bit of his concentration for staving off the inevitable. Then Kazama reappeared. From the corner of his eye Sohko could see him speaking, however his pounding heart muted his words. He tried to read his lips but his vision began to blur. A flash, something thrown to him, instinctively his arms move to catch it.

It is a Ruffalo, a buffalo like creature with a terrible temper and one of Vegata’s many natural inhabitants. The saiyan feels himself begin to slip as the light dims before his very eyes. The world grows darker, yet his heart grew louder. The animal rolled out of his hands before he stumbled backwards, grabbing his chest.

“Run…”

He whispered for it was all he could do, his control giving way as he fell into the black. Physically he began to jerk around violently while letting barbaric shouts of anger and pain. Anger was the natural state of the beast after all and as for the pain, growing fifty feet and three metric tons of fur is a very harrowing business. Ripping off his jacket, he began to claw at his skin, which began to grow hair at an alarming rate. Pulling his headband free, he grabbed his temples which throbbed inconsolably as his skull began to expand, along with the rest of his body. The belt looped which held his empty scabbard to his back popped and it fell to the ground.

“RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!”

His gear, remnants of his WTO days, was specially designed, as more saiyan armor was, to easily handle expansion. Armor, weighted gloves and boots and all, even the pants, although they were considerably more filled out than before, grew along with him. His nose extended and his teeth became razor sharp, sounds, sights and smells became so clear, so vivid. But it was all victim to a bottomless rage, an endless aggression which cursed the beast to being a mindless killing machine. As his body took form, the conscience of Sohko awakened to the cramped steel bars of a prison barely large enough to contain him. A single light shined down on the cage. At the edge of the darkness Sohko saw feet and on them a familiar pair of boots.

“Behold the transcendence of a saiyan into his true form; the mighty Oozaru. I am going to enjoy ripping apart your gooey little pal.”

Panic struck Sohko as the fear overcame him. Not fear for himself or his predicament, but for Kazama and what the massive engine for destruction might do to him. Grabbing the bars and shaking them violently he yelled at the shadowed man.

“PHIIIILLLIIIP!”

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Kazama watched in amazement as Sohko's body expanded and slowly covered in itself in hair. It reminded Kazama of the Neptunal Yaks he had encountered in one of the various moons that he was forced to keep in line for the Mezos. That image was replaced when it became apparent that the Saiyan was turning into a giant monkey.

Sohko shot up to well over thirty feet tall and his eyes filled with primal rage, his teeth sharpened to razor points, his muscles became engorged and he let out a loud howl. Kazama stood in awe of his travel companion's transformation. The majin shifted slightly as he felt the saiyan's power spike. But it quickly identified that it was not going to exceed his own. Few other powers in the universe did from his experience. He had never seen the sight before him ever in his experience in the universe either.

"I was not expecting that..." Kazama mumbled as he took several steps backwards as the giant monkey began to thrash at the surrounding landscape.

Sohko destroyed the meager little campsite the two of them had managed to scrummage up from the barren landscape that Kazama had the privileged of landing in the middle of. His massive feet left craters wherever they fell and the drunken Saiyan continued to roar at the top of his lungs.

"That is going to get very annoying very quickly," Kazama grunted as he rolled his eyes.

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The rage was all consuming. The beast’s blood red eyes gave a crimson tint to its surroundings, only furthering its own outrage. Everything that dared to move anywhere within his vicinity paid dearly. The campsite crunched beneath his massive feet as he stomped with extreme prejudice.

Meanwhile within the convoluted Sohko’s mind…

“Damn it Phillip! Let me out! If you hurt my friend-”

Sohko, stuffed in a cramped undersized cage yelled at the shadowed figure which stood only feet away, silhouetted by darkness. His voice was firm and smug.

“Oh, Accident, don’t you understand? First I lock you up and THEN I make you watch your friend die a slow agonizing death. Nothing you say will change that.”

Turning to two portholes which floating ominously off in the darkness, gateways to the eyes which glowed a faint red. Philiip, the incarnation of all the evil within Sohko, began willing the monster’s head to turn, setting its hate filled eyes upon the bewildered red majin standing off to the side.

“Have you already forgotten how to control it? Have you polluted your mind so much that you can no longer control the beast within?”

A sense of shame set in at the thought of regressing, not to mention taming the beast was a sign of an elite saiyan warrior. In his apathetic years of drinking and debauchery he had lost control of the inner monster and soon he forgot how he had done it in the first place.

“Nothing to say in your defense? Truth hurts I suppose. Your friend will know this though, for he shall feel firsthand the wrath of a TRUE saiyan warrior!”

Physically, the fifty foot great ape would suddenly stop his tantrum, momentarily. With visible resistance it would then turn its head rigidly towards Kazama. With the monster focused on a target, Phillip released the beast from its internal binding. A glowing light began to emanate from its mouth, becoming brighter and brighter before the behemoth snapped its jaws open, thrusting out a massive blast from within its razor sharp fangs, each nearly the size of man, at the red Majin.

"RAAAARRRRR!!!"

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Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Roar.

It appeared to Kazama that may be the only things that giant monkey Sohko was capable of doing at the current moment. Sure he could probably snarl as well but in either case Kazama was far from worried. Sure Sohko’s power had grown exponentially but Kazama still had him by a decent amount of power. The majin studied the now overly muscular hairy body of his travel companion and could not help that he was no doubt stronger but also much slower. A fight between the two of them would end the same way the first fight did with Kazama winning.

“Are you in control or just a raging hormonal monkey right now?” Kazama asked loudly hoping to get the attention of Sohko.

Sohko’s head slowly turned. It appeared to be a strained movement as he head appeared to be on a gear as it clicked it place. His eyes were clouded with fear and absolute primal anger. Sohko was far from in control of his actions and Kazama sighed to himself.

“You are about to do something you are going to regret…” Kazama said as he stood in front of giant monkey Sohko with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Sohko however did not heed the warning as he began to charge an energy attack in his mouth. Kazama sighed and then was caught off guard by how big the blast actually was. It engulfed not only the area that had been designated as their campsite but also a good hundred extra square feet. With a quick flash of light Kazama had disappeared from where he was standing. The monkey appeared pleased with his work and howled again into the night but then quickly began to growl again.

The deep red majin now stood on the snout of the great ape. The majin appeared unaffected by the attack and had decided that taunting the monster would be the best course of action. His arms were still crossed and his face showed little enthusiasm for a fight with the giant ape.

“I will beat you again…save yourself the embarrassment of me putting you down on you giant monkey ass. Just revert back to your normal state and allow us to continue on our trip to get off this miserable planet you call a home. Do you mind doing that for me?” Kazama asked as he shifted his weight to make sure that he stayed on the Saiyan’s snout.

The giant monkey only responded with more growling. Kazama looked into Sohko’s crazed eyes and stated emphatically, “You do not want to do this.”

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“Ha ha ha ha.”

It was hard to breathe, nonetheless laugh, with how Sohko was crushed within the confines of the metaphysical undersized cage, but he found a way.

“Shut your mouth you parasite!”

A not so subtle combination of anger and shock held dominion over Phillip’s features. In his Oozaru form, the saiyan had never known an equal, so it was fair to say that the majin’s superior speed frustrated him. The seemingly endless arrogance certainly didn’t help either. This, of course, only proved to amuse the contained Sohko.

“Aww come now Philly, finally met your match? He’s obviously stronger than you and give him another minute or so and you’ll see he’s just as much of a smug dick as you, if not more so.”

There was a slight pause as Phillip stared at the floating portholes, only to see the red Majin appear right before him, standing at the edge of his massive nose.

“HA! Not EVEN a minute haha! This guy is Kanye cocky! Can’t underestimate him Phillip, the only thing I’ve seen that’s bigger than his power level is his ego! Ha ha!”

Sohko’s evil half snapped back with words sharper than blades.

“Silence you miserable fool! I will not tolerate the heckling of a drunken buffoon! You are a failure and a waste of saiyan blood and day after day I curse that old hag for tainting my mind with the likes of YOU.”

Swiping at the empty space before his nose, he saw the motion mirrored through the eyes of the raging beast as he swatted at the troublesome crimson creature. He wouldn’t stop there though, quickly following Kazama’s movements with prompt swipes of his monstrous paws, each fur covered digit armed with a razor-sharp nail.

“I will not be made a fool of by some wananbe Gumby! First I will deal with your friend and then I will erase you from existence. Then we will be a REAL Saiyan again.”

With each strike the delay lessened as Phillip strengthened his control over the monster. Eventually the strikes would become fluid and thus even more deadly. Soon his power over the beast was absolute.

“DIE VERMIN!”

The mighty behemoth howled as it continued its vicious barrage, its limitless fury growing with each swipe.

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One swipe was all the answer that Kazama needed. The giant monkey that had been his traveling companion was no longer using any conscious thought. It appeared to be all driven on instinct that Sohko attacked Kazama. This made his moves very predictable and easy to dodge. However the attacks seemed to be speeding up with each one. They were nothing more than swipes at the ground that Kazama continually just dodged by backing up but there was a definite increase in speed after each attack. Eventually Kazama was actively trying to dodge and not get hit, the monkey was improving.

Each dodge worked up until one when the great ape’s arm swung faster than Kazama had estimated. His ego was getting in the way but it did not matter much. The Majin quickly threw up his arm and the giant monkey’s arm slammed into it causing the Majin to be pushed across the ground. But with a quick shift of his foot he came to a stop and was able to equal out the amount power that Sohko was using. Kazama took a deep breath and then looked up at the giant monkey.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” Kazama said as he disappeared from view. He appeared again behind Sohko’s giant furry monkey head. He knew it would only be moments before Sohko would realize where he was. At which point it would make it only sweeter. Kazama threw a kick with almost all of his power, which would no doubt send the monkey flying off of its feet if it connected. Following up Kazama would launch a volley of ki blasts that would no doubt only piss off Sohko but it was no consequence to Kazama.

“I told you already that this will only end the same way that our first fight did. You could barely stand against me then and that was only a couple of days ago. Nothing has changed drastically. You grew into a giant monkey that is hardly in control of your own movements. When you have full control over this form maybe then you will pass me. Before then though you will only end up failing.” Kazama stated in a monotone voice.

The Majin had lost interest in the fight as soon as it had begun; he was used to only fighting far weaker creatures than himself. And while Sohko was proving to be more of a task than he had originally thought it was still not enough to hold Kazama’s attention. This fight would end like all the rest with him standing victor while his opponent lay in a crater of his own creation. This occurred time and again in the Mezoan moons. Whatever army Zad pitted him against was easily crushed, even the Mezos in the end were not even a match for him. For their arrogance they had all been rid from this universe.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Kazama : 2,300
Sohko : 2,850

These are both pregrades. Feel free to continue.