[Too hot, too cold] (Zeni:Complete)

[Rensou Hiruen]

Pockets necessitated lining. The upkeep of his new mansion and the compound it resided in were hefty, to say the very least, and the money from Rensou's winnings so long ago in the Saru City Grand Prix had finally begun to run dry. The night prior was filled with worry, his wages within Boliko's forces were little, for much of the capitol earnings were pointed towards renovations of the offensive and defensive structuring of the planet. It was an understandable fact for Rensou Hiruen, but the realization did not put food in his belly. It did not power the vast home he had attained, and it certainly did not buy him the more lavish things he wished to have. Most Saiyans had their own scouters, and the price within the military was a deduction of three months pay. Of course, most warriors of the empire chose to live within the barracks, and Rensou had taken this lavish mansion as his own. There was no room to invest that period of pay into a scouter, or renovations to his training facilities.

With all the aforementioned beating at his mind and causing him great annoyance, Rensou resolved himself to leave the comfortable confines of his bed. Entirely nude, he stood upon the tiled wood of his bedchamber, his auburn tail whipping behind him with aggravation. With a loud yawn, the Saiyan stretched before he set himself towards the bath and for a moment refocused his mind on precisely adjusting the water temperature. A growl escaped him with distaste evident in every reverberation, “Too cold,” he lamented as it soaked through his hair to his scalp and cascaded down his fit, tanned body. “Agh! Too hot!” he complained as he moved backward to avoid the scalding heat that had reddened his hide. Rensou tentatively reached around the stream to turn the hot tap down, his fingers hurried against the gold and jewel adorned metal. A warrior so fearless stared hard at the pouring waters, clearly frightened of another burn.

This would call for the utmost of Rensou's speed to enter the treacherously hot waters.

He would need to feel the temperature, but not remain underneath it long enough to burn. .

Desperate times called for desperate measures. . .

Rensou Hiruen narrowed his eyes. Coal orbs became mere slits. Fists were clenched with determination. Knuckles whitened with exertion. Ki energies were focused, building rapidly. They would be necessary in this dire time. The decision had been made and would certainly be the ultimate solution for the situation! Rensou released the gathered energies, pushing his body forward at speeds imperceptible. The Zanzoken took him under the water, allowing it to touch his skin, but brought him back to his original position away from the volcanic waters.

But he had felt no downpour. There was nothing spurting from the tap, only the tiniest dribble of water. Fear was molded into the uppermost reaches of rage, and in the moment Rensou shot his fist through the tiled wall of the shower, his eyes closed tightly and his body shaking with emotion. Tears welled, but he reattained composure before they sprung forth, a complete opposite of what had become of what was going to be the most amazing shower any Saiyan in the history of their great race had ever taken! Calmness was only regained after he let out a cry that shook the walls of his mansion and shattered his expensive windows. . .passing Saiyans in the streets were forced to clench their hands tightly over their ears to avoid having the drums within them shattered.

“WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! ! ! ? ? ?”

Inside a building in another sector of Saru city, a plumber placed his wrench back into his tool pouch. His work was completed. This day, an hour ago, he had been told to turn off the water to the great mansion in the slums of Saru City, which was officially owned by a deceased Saiyan by the name of Hunni Kalrin. Bills had not been paid, and whomever resided there now was now forced to pay the ultimate price. That man was Rensou Hiruen. As for he, with hanging head and sagging shoulders he toweled himself dry and dressed himself in his most formal jumpsuit and his newest set of Saiyan armor. With a plan in mind, Rensou left his waterless, powerless home to visit the bank and withdraw the remainder of his account from it. The last Hiruen always had a plan to set things right!

[Rensou Hiruen]

A gladiator and a soldier. That summarized the career titles Rensou Hiruen had held in his lifetime, he had retired from the arena and now worked for the new King of Planet Vegeta, Boliko Koregutsu. Sadly, the empire was not yet an empire, and could not afford to pay their warriors better. Such was the plight of the ex-champion, and he needed zeni desperately. . .with haste! Luckily, he had devised a plan that called upon that which he had engorged himself in for some time, the arena of Saru city.

In his tenure as a combatant in the grandiose dome, the Saiyan had proven time and time again that he could pick the outcome of a match with frightening accuracy. The cards in his favor, the arena was scheduled to open this very afternoon that his feet took him in through the combatants entrance, where he was allowed without rebuttal. The former champion was a man of high standing in this place, and each and every gladiator he passed gave him a nod and a smile, whether they were of Saiyan blood or not. The recognition was realized as Rensou wished each of them luck in the arena, but his mind was set on assessing them visually, as well as gathering a grasp on their individual powers.

Finally, he was satisfied with his opinions on each of the men and women he held in such high regard. Mental notes were established, and he set himself on the task of placing his bets. Rensou glanced over the fight cards, focusing on the main event but payed due attention to any mismatches in the prelims where he would undoubtedly gain heavy returns. Confident in the men he wished to gamble his money on, he counted the coin he had available to him. 1,450 zeni was ready to be spent this night, and he placed each and every last cent on those he had chosen to reign in glorious victory, as he had not so long ago.

The fights began as rabid fans, poor and rich alike, became one with cheer as warriors stood tall and warriors fell, some tasting death and other terrible injury. Occasionally, a fighter was forced from the ring and disqualified. The bloodbath that fueled the Saiyan race was a wondrous one, grotesque and beautiful all at once. Rensou Hiruen remained on the edge of his seat the entire night, his eyes wide. He willed himself not to blink and miss a moment of the spectacular action as gladiators kicked and punched and blasted and bombed their way to the winner's circle.

Rensou had placed his first bet on a Saiyan female known as Chaelsi, a two to one underdog to her opponent, a Namekian. It was evident that she had trained long and hard for her bout, and from the look of the Namek – he had grown to confident in his string of victories. His preparation had been mediocre at best, and the last Hiruen was certain that he would fall from grace this night. In wondrous flurries of fist and foot the two collided in the center, neither holding an advantage. The Namekian sought to take the fight to the heights above the whitened tiles, which were already stained with blood from previous wars. Chaelsi had no obliged him, however, and quickly charged a beam of energy and fired it at the green skinned opponent. With his momentum so great, the Namek had found himself unable to dodge the attack and was rendered senseless upon the collision. His body returned to the tile once more, bouncing along as the female Saiyan threw up her hands in victory, the announcer heralding her unlikely triumph with his great booming voice and ecstatic posturing.

Rensou smiled. The next match was the co-main event, and he had placed a tremendous bet on a Saiyan he had fought once before. It had been his first and only loss, and he met Kozun's eyes as the great warrior smiled with complete and utter confidence. As the unknown alien took his place across from Kozun, the announcer started the fight. Immediately Kozun engaged the alien with reckless yet precise attacks, very reminiscent to Rensou's own. It was wondrous to see a man fight as he did, and Rensou's head pivoted to the right and left as he traced the movements of his Saiyan brother. Kozun drove his fist through the skull of the Saiyan with frightening power, and the body fell, thrashing and spewing blood. The masses went wild, and Rensou was a contributor to their screams.

The night continued to the main event, but Rensou had not placed any of his zeni on the warriors. They were unknowns from another fighting league, a partnership with Saru's own. The outcome was unpredictable, and as he had expected, the two engaged in a light sparring match before one “fell” from the platform and lost the fight. Rensou shook his head at the corruption of an obviously staged fight, and hurriedly stood and went to collect his winnings before the crowds began to funnel out of the Saru Arena.

[Zach]

Review in progress...

1200Z awarded. Enjoy.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou paid all his bill and took the glorious shower he desired and deserved. <3

[Zach]

No posting in locked topics for you.

*Kicks Rensou's butt while he's in the shower just for comedic effect.*