Post by Blaze on Aug 9, 2013 22:13:37 GMT -5
He had lost count of how many times he had re-lived the moments in his dreams. They had eventually become his reality, actually. On a timeline, he remembers the Saiyan king and a couple others aiding him in gathering those magical orbs. Vegeta was restored, and surprisingly, the Saiyan General found it in his heart to restore lives he had taken with the second wish. The war continued until peace was finally established.
With Toketsuki Yakedo dead, Serori was to take the mantle of planet Kold's World Trade Organization. However, she vanished into thin air before Blaze could ever meet her again. He had no choice but to take the throne himself and dictate peacekeeping missions throughout the galaxy to preserve the peace that so many had died for.
In year 1826, Blaze once again gathered the Dragon Balls of Namek to undo the tragic genocidal destruction of Acrose. They asked him to take them under his leadership... having them as part of the WTO would make him unstoppable. However, he did not see himself worthy of leading the Acrosian people even after they proclaimed him a hero. His father, Thermos, was their greatest tyrant... Blaze could not take his place even for the better. The crown was passed on to another Acrosian as Blaze sought out peace on what he called his true home, Namek.
Then came the sickness. Before he could leave to return to Kold, a rare virus took the Icer, putting him in a coma. The virus was supposed to be fatal with no cure... yet. They didn't have the technology or the medicine in that time, so they judged the best course of action to be Cryo-Stasis, or 'freezing' the person solid until a cure was developed. The SSE commenced the Cryo-Stasis and left his Cryo Tube in his original home down by the Nail River.-----------------------------------------------------
470 years have passed. once every two weeks during that whole time, a Namek would arrive to the small house to check on the Cryo-Tube and just make sure everything was well kept. They knew little of the machine, but a booklet of simple instructions told them what to look out for. But today was Damen's first day to do the check. He was young... needed to be taught responsibility.
He reached up and opened the front door, walking into the small house. It was already quite clean, well lit from the windows. Just your average home, really. Damen couldn't believe an Acrosian had actually been born and raised here as a child. And that Acrosian... was in the next room. He had a bit of excitement bottled up, but was also nervous. He had only heard stories about Jin Blaze along with other legends such as Rensou Heurin and Tuketsuki Yakedo. But this wan was here in the flesh...
He walked towards the open bedroom door where there was an eary blue glow. Poking his head in the dark room, he seen the main window covered with curtains before seeing it... the Cryo-Tube. It stood upright with a creature frozen within. He was tall and sleek, white with black domes. Stories say his eyes were a brilliant blue, unlike the vicious red of most Acrosians. They also said that this was his true form. He could change his appearance for some reason... Damon wondered if he could turn into a Namekian.
He walked in and quickly walked up to the Tube with a look of awe. He wanted a closer look... the dresser! Yes, that will do. It wasn't that heavy to push up beside the Tube. Damin tried to get on top, but couldn't manage. He had to use the pipes and wires along side of the main Tube to get up...
*POP*
A gust of freezing cold chemical vaporized from a detached pipe. Damin scrambled up and onto the Dresser to escape the cold. he turned to the Acrosian. What did he do? He didn't want to hurt him... he walked closer and looked at the creatures face...
Blue eyes shot open.
Damin ran screaming from the house moments before the powerful fist of the Acrosian broke free of the Ice around him and clean through the thick glass. It took a few seconds to render the Cryo-Tube to scrap before the Acrosian was on his feet. Disoriented, he braced himself against the wall and held himself up. He was cold, even for an Icer. Breathing felt good even if he didn't need to... then it came.
He too went running outside and around back to the river before collapsing to his hands and knees to throw up. Fluid buildup in his stomach and lungs from over four and a half centuries didn't taste good either. He must of heaved a good seven times before he caught his breath. Then looking at the water, he scrambled a little ways upstream to a clean spot and began scooping up mouthfuls of the clear liquid in his hands.
Man that felt good. Nice clean Namekian water woke him up and got his memories stirred up. He remembered who he was. He remembered almost everything. in a few moments, he was back inside. He used his tail to shove most of the debris into the corner of the room and opened the curtain. Then to the dresser. He pulled it open to find the Torso Armor he used to wear along with pieces that attached to the hips and back to make it more like a long coat. Black and chrome, he loved it still. Then, his jeans and his capsule case.
He grabbed his scouter witch automatically powered on.
"Good morning, sir, you have been offline for quite some time. You're vitals seem good... it seems that your immune system has destroyed the Virus that had effected you. Not a surprise as you had over four hundred and seventy years to do so..."
Blazes eyes widened and he started mashing buttons on the scouter. Four hundred... what!?
"I am sorry, but a software update is required to use the primary functions of this unit. Please see your local Vendor for more information."
Blaze cursed. How long was he out? He looked up the date on the scouter and seen 'Year 2,300'...
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"-----------------------------------------------------
Man was he pissed. He was standing outside looking at the house. It couldn't have been that long, everything around him looked the same! Granted this is Namek... He had a hand on one hip and the other on his chin. Who could he ask? Carnel, his Namekian father had passed away about three years prior to his own illness. His very grave lie under a tree beside the river just a few yards from the house. Elder Carnel... Former Guru and a powerful one at that. Blaze still missed the old man.
If it were true, no others would be alive from his time. Also, Blaze was having a hard time recalling some of his techniques and felt it difficult to use others like Telekinesis properly. His body was out of whack... he felt weaker and feared what would happen should he transform into a lower form. He would need to re-train. He turned to the direction of... well, what should be the Ancient City.
"I have no idea what the hell's going on here... but god damn, I'm back, Bitches!"
And he blasted off into the air at full speed in an aura of bright white energy. What was there to find? What was going on? He would soon find out, he hoped.
[[Replace my Base PL with my newly dubbed Starting PL Please! Unless you WANT to keep it the same... would be nice xD Also, if there is any problems with the history or whatever with this post, let me know below.]]
