Post by Kalous (TheNewGuy) on Aug 31, 2013 22:25:11 GMT -5
It was morning by the time Kalous' recovery was full and complete. During his time inside of the recovery tank he had taken the time to mull over the message that had been left to him from his father. The old man had dared him to reach a level that only a few Saiyans had ever reached without being born into it. If the handicap of a low-class mother wasn't enough; Kalous would have to overcome the current regime's feelings towards him in order to even survive his remaining time on the planet, Vegeta. With the rise of this new day's sun Kalous found himself released from the tank, yet again, before suiting up in a new set of clothing with a shiny new scouter. It was then when his generous host walked into the recovery room.
"A scouter? I faintly recall those in the history books. Once used by a weak generation that was unable to sense power levels without technology. Pitiful excuse for Saiyans," Spat the man who would call this place his home. The Saiyan was a shorter man with a stout build and a hairline that was long receded and still fading to its majority grey with the remaining black specks becoming fewer and far between. He was clad in a lighter armor than Kalous, but it was equipped with a lengthy dark red cape that seemed to be losing a battle in covering the width of his body at the ends of his shoulders. The splendor of his cape was not to be matched by the ornate emblem that was etched into the breast of his armor that had been filled in with deep and dark color that was the theme of his appearance.
"Even though it may be a relic; it is still a handy tool for communication. Plus, it looks pretty bad-ass," Kalous responded to his elder guardian with a smirk and more than a hint of sarcasm; knowing full well that he had no one to communicate with. In truth that had been his own doing. Having faced a childhood of confrontation with the higher-born children he had brought the same attitude towards his equals and seen them flee from the very suggestion of friendship. Perhaps now, more than ever, was a perfect time to turn over a new leaf.
"Communication, eh? Do you have some secret team of warriors that are waiting for you call," The elder questioned sarcastically, and with a dramatic pause to diffuse his tone before continuing in one of a more serious nature. "Lose it. It's worthless. It will self-destruct in the heat of battle from quick power-ups," He said as he reached forward and grabbed it from Kalous' head before turning it to dust with a controlled burst of energy, but not without a contemptuous look from the younger Saiyan. It wasn't long thereafter that Kalous made to give the older Saiyan a piece of his mind but was immediately stopped by a piercing stare and a look of surprise from the graying elite. "They're here. Try not to die on me too fast. I did at least promise your father I'd give you a chance. Why else do you think I saved you from that toilet bowl of a planet?"
"What do I call you, by the way," Asked Kalous. After the talk they had had the night before, and even their exchange now, it would seem Kalous still did not even know the man's name whom he owed his life to.
"Khaen, but you may call me 'Uncle' if you wish," The elder Saiyan said with a smile as he turned towards the door. His cape seemed a rush of blood that was eager to go forth and cause the destruction of the enemies that lay in wait.
Initially Kalous was lost in the demonic eyes of the man before him before noticing the matter-o-fact expression on his face. Kalous' own face was bewildered with more than surprise; it was as if his father had not shared the members of his own family with him just so he could experience the embarrassment of having to simply trust the word of another that his father had placed his own trust into implicitly.
Slowly, at first, Khaen walked forward with his own power gathering to him. His aura was a red as deep as the cape he wore upon his back. Not another word was spoken between the two as Kalous briskly followed suit in both movement and gathering his own energies that formed in the vision of a serenely green aura that was far more erratic and loose than his recently discovered Uncle's. There was no doubt within Kalous' mind that his Uncle was far superior than him in every and any way imaginable. Even at his advanced age he was able to gather ki and control it far better than the poorly trained and even more poorly disciplined Kalous.
It was not long after the two had left the recovery room before the sounds of destruction filled the halls of Khaen's estate. Holes now littered the walls from blasts that had been shot haphazardly by the invading Saiyans. In mere moments there were three low-class Saiyans upon them and Kalous knew that his Uncle could more than handle the three single-handedly, but to his surprise Khaen smiled evilly and turned only his head to the side to speak to Kalous.
"Good luck," Khaen's only two words to Kalous were those of not a concerned family member, but one of a villain wishing false confidence towards their prey. Of course this tone took Kalous off guard, but not more so than Khaen's next action. He walked forwards gingerly with a curt nod to each of the Saiyans as he passed them. "Kill him, or die trying," spoke Khaen to the three men who let him pass untouched.
The three Saiyans' attention never left the young Kalous, but as shocked as Kalous was, only his eyes showed the signs of a confirmation of betrayal. It took Kalous longer than it should have to noticed the etched in emblems on each of their respective armors: They all matched his Uncle's. It was now obvious that the beginning of his journey would not be as easy as he would have led himself to believe. He wished nothing more than to learn from his Uncle after seeing the strength he had amassed in mere seconds; only he was spurned by the only person he knew to be alive in his entire family. This anger and resentment of what--who--his father had left him to was too much for Kalous to bear. As such Kalous let out a war cry that saw the aura around him flicker violently as minor tremors rumbled the remaining foundation of the formerly lavish household.
"I will come for you. I will kill you," Kalous exclaimed as he shifted his body to form a fighting stance with his arms moving fluidly as he neatly bounced back and forth from his toes to his heels--showing only his profile to the three Saiyans before him.
"That's funny," Khaen said with a nonchalant chuckle. "That's exactly what your father said. I wonder if you shall share the same fate," he questioned before leaving the residence and leaving the fate of his nephew to the three he had hand-picked to end his life.
The trio of Saiyans began to spread apart to better surround their single target. It would be a wonder if Kalous could handle these three simultaneously. Even for the strongest warrior the quantity could sometimes overwhelm the quality. He would have to truly focus his power for once in his life in order to deal with the three before his weaknesses were exposed. Right now, his only purpose in life was not to survive, but to end the life of the man that would be named Uncle.
Quickly they charged him; with speed not unlike his own. The first to make contact was the slimmer of the three. It would seem that he was the quickest among them, but his simple sliding attack was easily avoided by a small hop into the air, but that was when Kalous realized his first mistake--as he had lost sight of the larger, more muscular, of the three. That man was already above him with his hands intertwined and barreling down at Kalous with enough power behind him to leave a noticeable bump on his head for a long while. The large man's attack connected with Kalous' head as Kalous tried to futilely block the savage blow to only be sent down--through the floor--to the basement of the estate.
Kalous landed on his back with a groan of anguish, but he had little--to no--time to recover before he instinctively back-flipped from the ground before a flurry of ki blasts connected to the spot from which he was previously attached to. Recovering, however, Kalous thrust his arms forward with his fingers opened from his palms and sent back a flurry of his own, but alas they hit nothing but the ceiling as it continued to crumble above him. With his attention focused on the gap that was being widened by his continuous fury; the third of the Saiyans--a man whose face was littered with scars from many campaigns--let loose an energy blast from behind Kalous which resulted in Kalous being launched forwards into the wall that was ten feet in front of him.
Inaudible curses oozed from Kalous' mouth as he turned to face his assailant only to find him not there and the largest of the three in his stead with a powerful left hook following his recognition into Kalous' rib cage. In the instant of contact the man faded away with his own quickness in order to clear himself from the attack of the scarred one that unleashed another rapid volley of ki blasts at Kalous. There was little Kalous could do but swing out his left arm to deflect the first blast as he held his right side with his corresponding arm. The rest of the flurry of ki resulted in direct hits to shatter Kalous' left shoulder guard as well as put a few cracks in his chest armor to match the one that had formed after the savage blow from the large fist impacting his ribs.
Before he could recover the speedy Saiyan arrived in another slide beneath him, but this time it was head first to look directly into Kalous' eyes as his head was sagging down before sending a ki blast into his face for good measure. The ki blast snapped back Kalous' head and a gasp of slobber and blood exited his mouth before he fell to his knees while looking up at the remnants of the ceiling. After only a moment the sliding Saiyan had flipped over his head to push off of the wall behind Kalous to boost a vicious kick that was whirled at the back of Kalous' head--causing him to fall to the ground with his face slamming into the floor.
"Pathetic," mocked the scarred Saiyan as he turned to his companions. "Let him bleed out and suffer. He doesn't deserve a clean death."
"But the Commander said to make sure he didn't leave here alive. We have to at least finish the job," said the larger of the Saiyans as the faster of the three bent over Kalous' body and began poking his dazed face with a piece of metal he had found before smiling and smacking Kalous across the side of his face with it and moving to his companions to join in the arguing.
I'm not done yet. Not here. Not now. I CANNOT give up!
Slowly and clumsily Kalous rose. His body was already battered, and in some places broken, but he managed to get to his feet without the three noticing. Concentrating, he began to gather energy into his right hand as he couched it back to prepare it for his last offensive. With his focus came a small ball of green energy that was no bigger than a marble, but as his focus grew so did the ball. When it was the size of a kiwi he quickly completely opened his hand and closed it firmly and as the green light leaked out between his finger he opened it yet again to find a ball roughly the size of an orange that he hurled forth as he called out the words: "Eraser Cannon!"
The look upon the Saiyan's faces were of shock and awe as the power level of the Saiyan before them rose to a height that they had never before sensed in him, and as such the ball of ki that had left Kalous' hand had arrived in a stupendous splendor with a brilliant green light that was the calm before the storm. As the ball reached its target it exploded violently in a fashion that utterly destroyed everything and everyone that was in its path--the only exception being the faster of the three who managed to move well enough to only be paralyzed on the ground next to where Kalous was barely standing. With a final gasp of exhaustion Kalous reached down towards the piece of metal that the Saiyan had hit him with previously and returned the favor to the man who laid at his feet before sending the metal pole down into the Sayian below him with a result of gushing blood and a life fading away into nothingness.
So, what's next?
"A scouter? I faintly recall those in the history books. Once used by a weak generation that was unable to sense power levels without technology. Pitiful excuse for Saiyans," Spat the man who would call this place his home. The Saiyan was a shorter man with a stout build and a hairline that was long receded and still fading to its majority grey with the remaining black specks becoming fewer and far between. He was clad in a lighter armor than Kalous, but it was equipped with a lengthy dark red cape that seemed to be losing a battle in covering the width of his body at the ends of his shoulders. The splendor of his cape was not to be matched by the ornate emblem that was etched into the breast of his armor that had been filled in with deep and dark color that was the theme of his appearance.
"Even though it may be a relic; it is still a handy tool for communication. Plus, it looks pretty bad-ass," Kalous responded to his elder guardian with a smirk and more than a hint of sarcasm; knowing full well that he had no one to communicate with. In truth that had been his own doing. Having faced a childhood of confrontation with the higher-born children he had brought the same attitude towards his equals and seen them flee from the very suggestion of friendship. Perhaps now, more than ever, was a perfect time to turn over a new leaf.
"Communication, eh? Do you have some secret team of warriors that are waiting for you call," The elder questioned sarcastically, and with a dramatic pause to diffuse his tone before continuing in one of a more serious nature. "Lose it. It's worthless. It will self-destruct in the heat of battle from quick power-ups," He said as he reached forward and grabbed it from Kalous' head before turning it to dust with a controlled burst of energy, but not without a contemptuous look from the younger Saiyan. It wasn't long thereafter that Kalous made to give the older Saiyan a piece of his mind but was immediately stopped by a piercing stare and a look of surprise from the graying elite. "They're here. Try not to die on me too fast. I did at least promise your father I'd give you a chance. Why else do you think I saved you from that toilet bowl of a planet?"
"What do I call you, by the way," Asked Kalous. After the talk they had had the night before, and even their exchange now, it would seem Kalous still did not even know the man's name whom he owed his life to.
"Khaen, but you may call me 'Uncle' if you wish," The elder Saiyan said with a smile as he turned towards the door. His cape seemed a rush of blood that was eager to go forth and cause the destruction of the enemies that lay in wait.
Initially Kalous was lost in the demonic eyes of the man before him before noticing the matter-o-fact expression on his face. Kalous' own face was bewildered with more than surprise; it was as if his father had not shared the members of his own family with him just so he could experience the embarrassment of having to simply trust the word of another that his father had placed his own trust into implicitly.
Slowly, at first, Khaen walked forward with his own power gathering to him. His aura was a red as deep as the cape he wore upon his back. Not another word was spoken between the two as Kalous briskly followed suit in both movement and gathering his own energies that formed in the vision of a serenely green aura that was far more erratic and loose than his recently discovered Uncle's. There was no doubt within Kalous' mind that his Uncle was far superior than him in every and any way imaginable. Even at his advanced age he was able to gather ki and control it far better than the poorly trained and even more poorly disciplined Kalous.
It was not long after the two had left the recovery room before the sounds of destruction filled the halls of Khaen's estate. Holes now littered the walls from blasts that had been shot haphazardly by the invading Saiyans. In mere moments there were three low-class Saiyans upon them and Kalous knew that his Uncle could more than handle the three single-handedly, but to his surprise Khaen smiled evilly and turned only his head to the side to speak to Kalous.
"Good luck," Khaen's only two words to Kalous were those of not a concerned family member, but one of a villain wishing false confidence towards their prey. Of course this tone took Kalous off guard, but not more so than Khaen's next action. He walked forwards gingerly with a curt nod to each of the Saiyans as he passed them. "Kill him, or die trying," spoke Khaen to the three men who let him pass untouched.
The three Saiyans' attention never left the young Kalous, but as shocked as Kalous was, only his eyes showed the signs of a confirmation of betrayal. It took Kalous longer than it should have to noticed the etched in emblems on each of their respective armors: They all matched his Uncle's. It was now obvious that the beginning of his journey would not be as easy as he would have led himself to believe. He wished nothing more than to learn from his Uncle after seeing the strength he had amassed in mere seconds; only he was spurned by the only person he knew to be alive in his entire family. This anger and resentment of what--who--his father had left him to was too much for Kalous to bear. As such Kalous let out a war cry that saw the aura around him flicker violently as minor tremors rumbled the remaining foundation of the formerly lavish household.
"I will come for you. I will kill you," Kalous exclaimed as he shifted his body to form a fighting stance with his arms moving fluidly as he neatly bounced back and forth from his toes to his heels--showing only his profile to the three Saiyans before him.
"That's funny," Khaen said with a nonchalant chuckle. "That's exactly what your father said. I wonder if you shall share the same fate," he questioned before leaving the residence and leaving the fate of his nephew to the three he had hand-picked to end his life.
The trio of Saiyans began to spread apart to better surround their single target. It would be a wonder if Kalous could handle these three simultaneously. Even for the strongest warrior the quantity could sometimes overwhelm the quality. He would have to truly focus his power for once in his life in order to deal with the three before his weaknesses were exposed. Right now, his only purpose in life was not to survive, but to end the life of the man that would be named Uncle.
Quickly they charged him; with speed not unlike his own. The first to make contact was the slimmer of the three. It would seem that he was the quickest among them, but his simple sliding attack was easily avoided by a small hop into the air, but that was when Kalous realized his first mistake--as he had lost sight of the larger, more muscular, of the three. That man was already above him with his hands intertwined and barreling down at Kalous with enough power behind him to leave a noticeable bump on his head for a long while. The large man's attack connected with Kalous' head as Kalous tried to futilely block the savage blow to only be sent down--through the floor--to the basement of the estate.
Kalous landed on his back with a groan of anguish, but he had little--to no--time to recover before he instinctively back-flipped from the ground before a flurry of ki blasts connected to the spot from which he was previously attached to. Recovering, however, Kalous thrust his arms forward with his fingers opened from his palms and sent back a flurry of his own, but alas they hit nothing but the ceiling as it continued to crumble above him. With his attention focused on the gap that was being widened by his continuous fury; the third of the Saiyans--a man whose face was littered with scars from many campaigns--let loose an energy blast from behind Kalous which resulted in Kalous being launched forwards into the wall that was ten feet in front of him.
Inaudible curses oozed from Kalous' mouth as he turned to face his assailant only to find him not there and the largest of the three in his stead with a powerful left hook following his recognition into Kalous' rib cage. In the instant of contact the man faded away with his own quickness in order to clear himself from the attack of the scarred one that unleashed another rapid volley of ki blasts at Kalous. There was little Kalous could do but swing out his left arm to deflect the first blast as he held his right side with his corresponding arm. The rest of the flurry of ki resulted in direct hits to shatter Kalous' left shoulder guard as well as put a few cracks in his chest armor to match the one that had formed after the savage blow from the large fist impacting his ribs.
Before he could recover the speedy Saiyan arrived in another slide beneath him, but this time it was head first to look directly into Kalous' eyes as his head was sagging down before sending a ki blast into his face for good measure. The ki blast snapped back Kalous' head and a gasp of slobber and blood exited his mouth before he fell to his knees while looking up at the remnants of the ceiling. After only a moment the sliding Saiyan had flipped over his head to push off of the wall behind Kalous to boost a vicious kick that was whirled at the back of Kalous' head--causing him to fall to the ground with his face slamming into the floor.
"Pathetic," mocked the scarred Saiyan as he turned to his companions. "Let him bleed out and suffer. He doesn't deserve a clean death."
"But the Commander said to make sure he didn't leave here alive. We have to at least finish the job," said the larger of the Saiyans as the faster of the three bent over Kalous' body and began poking his dazed face with a piece of metal he had found before smiling and smacking Kalous across the side of his face with it and moving to his companions to join in the arguing.
I'm not done yet. Not here. Not now. I CANNOT give up!
Slowly and clumsily Kalous rose. His body was already battered, and in some places broken, but he managed to get to his feet without the three noticing. Concentrating, he began to gather energy into his right hand as he couched it back to prepare it for his last offensive. With his focus came a small ball of green energy that was no bigger than a marble, but as his focus grew so did the ball. When it was the size of a kiwi he quickly completely opened his hand and closed it firmly and as the green light leaked out between his finger he opened it yet again to find a ball roughly the size of an orange that he hurled forth as he called out the words: "Eraser Cannon!"
The look upon the Saiyan's faces were of shock and awe as the power level of the Saiyan before them rose to a height that they had never before sensed in him, and as such the ball of ki that had left Kalous' hand had arrived in a stupendous splendor with a brilliant green light that was the calm before the storm. As the ball reached its target it exploded violently in a fashion that utterly destroyed everything and everyone that was in its path--the only exception being the faster of the three who managed to move well enough to only be paralyzed on the ground next to where Kalous was barely standing. With a final gasp of exhaustion Kalous reached down towards the piece of metal that the Saiyan had hit him with previously and returned the favor to the man who laid at his feet before sending the metal pole down into the Sayian below him with a result of gushing blood and a life fading away into nothingness.
So, what's next?
Keep up the good work!