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Tarro and his team were on Planet looking for a supposed tribe of warriors to fight. They weren’t on any official assignment nor were they even searching for any particular reason. They were just having fun looking for someone to fight and challenge them. Tarro’s power level was only fifty-thousand at the time, though he made sure that he made up for it in his skills. Arres looked at him funny as the long spiky-haired Saiyan looked off into the distance. He was studying the terrain - looking across in the distance in deep thought.
“What you thinking about, pineapple-head?” Arres called to him with a snicker, his short black hair flickering from the passing wind. “I don’t know... just thinking up strategies for battle in case these shitheads are actually competent,” he answered with a soft, low-pitched cackle. Arres was always teasing Tarro about the strangeness of his hair, but it was how he had come into this world. And as they both knew a Saiyan’s hair did not change from the moment of his birth. Which means he was stuck with this intricate hair style. Tarro didn’t have a problem with it… but his buddies loved to bother him about it. “By the way. Stop calling me pineapple head, pancake butt,” he said with a loud cackle. Arres gave an angry look but maintained a smile for appearances sake. He hated it when Tarro retorted with that. It was their manner of messing with each other. Arres was like the brother Tarro never had, after all…
"I'mma kick your ass one of these days. Ya know that, Tarro?"
"I'd like to see you try, motherfucker!"
“Another!” Tarro roared at the edge of his bar stool in some establishment he forgot the name of. It was just another shit night for him in a shit-filled life. It was all the same cycle. Drink. Barfight. Use the wallets of the beaten regulars for his tab. Take a Brenchian slave to bed. Wake up. Rinse. Repeat. He didn’t care about anything anymore. A hollow emptiness was all he had inside without his family, his friends, his planet. He was nothing. This new planet was but a joke for the other Saiyans to make themselves feel better. Their numbers were thin, their existence nigh-extinct. It wouldn’t be long before they were all erased from this miserable universe.
“Uh sure I think you’ve had enough..,” he tried to reason with Tarro. Roughly grabbing him by the collar and pulling him toward him - Tarro stared at him coldly, intensively with murderous intent in his eyes. “I’ve had enough when I SAY I’ve had enough. Got that, pipsqueak?” he growled. Letting go of him - Tarro continued about his business. Clad in his black jumpsuit and dark grey boots and gloves, with the green chestplate over him - Tarro was wearing the attire of his former life. Even though the warrior inside him was mostly dead.
Perhaps he never wanted to forget who he had once been. Even if that man no longer seemed to exist…
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
The door to the bar slammed open, ramming against the wall and causing some paint to be chipped off. You would think that the person who had opened the door in such a fashion would be in a horrible mood. That wasn’t the case with this individual though. Tomina strode into the bar, smirking as a couple people jumped in the air. She took in the looks people were giving her with stride. It was amusing to set people off or startle them. This was Tomina at her most benign, in regards to the type of things she did to others for amusement. She walked over to the bar, taking a seat next to a Saiyan who had a lot of hair. She didn’t pay him any mind at the moment, slamming her palm against the surface of the counter to get the bartender's attention.
“Bartender! Give me a bottle of hard whisky! I don’t care what brand it is, as long as it packs a punch!”
The bartender nodded, turning and walking over to where he kept the heavy stuff. Tomina reflected on the recent events that had transpired. She was still baffled by how well things seemed to be going for her right now. Aside from the God of Destruction coming in and nearly destroying Planet Saiya and a couple of minor incidents, things were heading in directions that were beneficial to the young hybrid. She was already putting together a squad of fairly strong Saiyans, and was training them to improve their skills to her liking. Once she finished her ultimate technique, she would teach the Vegetan arts to all of them. They were good enough fighters, but nothing compared to someone who had went through official training.
The bartender put a bottle of dark whiskey and a glass in front of Tomina. He then shifted his attention to the person next to her and started a conversation with him. Tomina was pouring her whisky into her glass when the Saiyan next to her put his hands on the bartender and was threatening him. Since she was next to him, it was hard to miss what this individual was saying.
“I’ve had enough when I SAY I’ve had enough. Got that, pipsqueak?”
Tomina’s ocean-blue eyes regarded Tarro curiously. He was a male Saiyan of average height and build. Although his hair added a couple of inches to him. He was wearing Saiyan battle armor, although it wasn’t the design that the Galatic Kingdom typically used. She finished pouring her glass, tilting her head slightly as she studied him.
“I know people commonly come to bars to drink their troubles away, but I don’t see why a Saiyan would have to drown their sorrows away. Our leader just became a Super Saiyan God. There’s no one who will be able to stand against us now. Unless….. you’re from Natto, aren’t you?”
Tarro hadn't even noticed the lusty woman sitting next to him at the bar. He was too lost in his glass and his mind. His old self would have already made a pass, and either gone home really lucky or wound up on his ass... possibly both depending on her preferences. But he was a different man altogether, or rather a shell of one. He didn't care. The one night stands he had were meaningless. The Brenchians of this planet craved him, and to feel even a little pleasure in this empty void inside his soul was plenty for him. Each crazed, drunken night starting him right back where he started - dull and alone. Though Tarro had not trained in weeks, maybe months since the destruction of Natto; and with his fighting sense somewhat dulled over the last few, casual years - his skills weren't what they used to be.
He was truly pathetic. The only thing that hadn't changed about him was his high power level. Shooting at just over a hundred-thousand. Better than the average fighter, but nothing like the greats. And he couldn't even turn Super Saiyan. Their king had recently become a God, and he couldn't even access the basic testament of Saiyan potential. Tarro knew he was pathetic.
In the midst of his usual session of self-loathing, the brunette opened her mouth and spoke to him. He could only barely make out the actual context of her words, his mind slowly blanking with the mix of alcohol and misery numbing him more and more with each drop. She made a remark wondering why a Saiyan would feel the need to drink his sorrows away? He scoffed. "Who said anything about sorrow? Perhaps I just want to drown," he retorted, though his words were a little slurred as the alcohol started to get to him. His black eyes gazed back with a slow turn of his head toward the buxom woman - though it was empty. It was as if he was staring past her into the wall behind her. "You can't be from a place if it doesn't exist anymore," he said, sour bitterness in his voice.
Slowly turning his head forward once more, lifting his glass and chugging the rough, burning drink down his throat; feeling his mind numb as the agent coursed through his body. Imeckian Scotch was expensive, and strong. It was his choice of poison tonight. Muttering just loud enough for the Saiyaness hybrid to hear, Tarro wondered what she was doing there. "Besides. What do you even care?" he said. They didn't know each other. She was a stranger. She had no reason to pry.
She probably wasn't even born there. She couldn't possibly understand his feelings.
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
So she was right on her guess then. This Saiyan was indeed from Natto. Born and raised on it too from the sound of things. It was strange that he ended up here then, and didn’t go with Komatsu and his party of traitors. They followed the ideals that Natto Saiyans lived by. Such was the way of the Alliance. Regardless, Tomina now had a golden opportunity to convert this guy into her camp. The Saiyaness listened quietly to Tarro, giving him every bit of his attention. When it was clear he wasn’t going to speak anymore, she put her own two cents in.
“At least it happened to you at your age. You can drown out your sorrows with booze. I on the other hand was 10 when I lost everything. I was a Royal Guard of Queen Lettis during the days of the Empire. Then the Alliance-Empire war happened, and Natto and Tomina wiped out all the Saiyans I ever cared for. The planet survived, but the spirit of the Saiyans there was completely broken. I had nothing left to fight for there, so I left. I found a way to get past the pain though.”
Tomina grabbed her glass, tilting her head back and taking a swig of her whisky. In one fluid motion she swallowed over half of her drink and set it back down on the counter. Clearly she was used to consuming alcohol. She let out a whipped her mouth, letting out a sharp intake of air.
“Ahhhh, that’s the stuff! Brenchians may be worthless slime, but they sure know how to make their hard liquor! It packs quite the punch!”
Tomina turned in her seat so that she was facing Tarro, and set her elbow on the table. She then leaned forward slightly, inching her body closer to the other Saiyan. Tomina's vest was open, so the other Saiyan had an unobstructed view of Tomina’s chest. It was covered by an undershirt, although the faint outline of her breasts was clearly visible. Whether it was intentional or not, she was showing herself off to Tarro.
“You need something to fight for. Something to keep you going through the dark times. We Saiyans get stronger from our emotions. Anger especially is the trigger to reaching new heights of power. Being angry requires you to care about something though. Every Super Saiyan that has ever existed all have reasons as to why they achieved that power. If you let yourself become defeated and don’t have anything to hold onto, then you’ll drown in a river of sorrow and self-pity. For you the answer is rather clear cut. Someone blew up your home planet and killed everyone you cared about. There’s only one proper response a Saiyan should give in that situation. You’re not just going to let the people who did this get away with it, are you?”
Tarro wasn't sure what to think of this Saiyan woman. She seemed strange to him. But then again that could just be the alcohol talking and clouding his judgment. She was strong - the alcohol didn't diminish his fighting sense enough to tell him otherwise. Stronger than he was by a good margin. That strength seemed to give her confidence, give her some drive perhaps that made her do and say whatever she wanted. He'd almost admire it if she wasn't pissing him off with what she was saying. Bringing up the Empire-Alliance war did nothing but remind him of other tragedies. The father he never knew, not that he felt he should have a reason to care about that. He was dead, what did it matter about his father? Truly by Saiyan logic there was no reason to get upset, and yet a part of him gritted his teeth at her words. He said nothing, continuing with another big sip of his hard liquor. The glass was empty once more, and so he motioned for another. The Brenchian bartender knew better than to question him again, and so he just kept on pouring the brown liquid. Anything was better than catching another fist from this drunken, violent Saiyan.
She seemed to be enjoying her drink as well. Her shout caught his attention, making him turn his head slowly to her. There she sat with her elbow on the table with her ample bosom. His eyes briefly trailed across them, though he made no comment before looking back up at her eyes... whichever set were real. He couldn't quite tell in his stupor. She was beautiful, and if she wasn't a fellow Saiyan than maybe he'd make a crude pass at her. With her power and her heritage however - he garnered her a little more respect than that. She wasn't all Saiyan. He could tell by the hair color and the strangeness of her ki. But she was enough that it didn't matter. Black eyes staring blankly as he continued to say nothing.
She continued to talk though he had no words with which to say. His respect fading thin with each word and his aggravation growing. She certainly was a nosy Saiyan, that's for damn sure. Can't mind her own goddamn business. "Shut up...," he muttered softly as she continued on and on with her lecture. It didn't seem to stop her. Perhaps she didn't hear him. Maybe she didn't care. But his temper began rising with each word. He had tried. He had tried for so long to be a Super Saiyan. Training, fighting, meditating. It had been pointless. He wasn't worthy of the honor, and that was all there was to it! And if he couldn't even do that, then what use was he to anyone?
Jarvis had fought Komatsu in a transformation that was far beyond the roadblock that Tarro could not reach. How then was to compete? She called his life a river of sorrow and self-pity, and that angered him. Tightly holding the glass in his hand as he continued to listen with gritted teeth, his ki rising from the anger as he couldn't seem to get her to stop digging. She mentioned his home planet being blown up, and he got mad.
"Just shut up already goddamnit!" he yelled, crushing the glass in his hand. The glass cut into his hand, leaving blood dripping down softly into the bar. All eyes looking onto him as he the two's conversation seemed to be escalating. "He's dead, girl! Revenge can only be reserved for those who still walk among us. And he's dead! They're all fucking dead! Gone with Natto!" he yelled again.
He was angry, and his power fluctuating. But his anger was only beginning...
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
Tomina didn’t seem to be bothered by Tarro’s outburst or the spike in energy he was giving off. In fact, she just seemed amused by it, if that smirk on her face was any indication. He could tell her to shut up all he wanted to. She didn’t have to abide by anything he wanted her to do.
“It’s true that Caesar is dead now. Which is a shame, since that’s yet enough person on my hit list who died before I could get to them. Although for someone of his caliber, just them dying isn’t enough. Caesar will be immortalized by everyone who works under them. So he really won’t truly be dead until he’s wiped from the annals of history. Which is what I intend to do with Natto eventually. If that isn’t enough for you though, then live in the here and now. You can simply get stronger so that you can prevent that kind of tragedy from happening to us ever again. It’s best to being the one doing the destruction then being the one who’s planet is destroyed, no?”
Tomina finished off her glass of whisky with the next swig, letting out a pleased sigh as the booze went down her throat. She could have told him that she had reason to suspect that Caesar wouldn’t stay dead for long. But that would seem to be crazy talk, especially since she had no visible proof of this. Regardless, she waited for the Saiyan to react to what she just said. She expected him to get even more angry, which was fine with her. It was a good way to gauge how strong he was.
The idea of Jarvis being immortalized was enough to make Tarro hurl. Or perhaps he really had had too much to drink. Either was possible. The fact that such a person could have followers still worshipping him, groveling to his feet. But the question that his mind kept coming back too - what could a good-for-nothing like him do? He was a pathetic excuse for a soldier. He was far too weak to attempt any grand revenge scheme, or even a small one. His attention however was reverted back when he heard mention of Natto - the leader he had been told to admire for his whole life. Hearing her talk of erasing him pissed the Saiyan off more than anything.
Tarro could not bring himself to listen to this. What the fuck did she want from him? Why was she so in his business? Why did she care so much? He didn't know nor did he care. He just wanted her to shut up. Shut up her lame attempts of motivation, her stupid goals towards Jarvis and Natto. All of it. It was ticking him off and he didn't even know what he was going to do... His anger continued to build up as she spoke, veins protruding from his forehead as a red hot fury began overwhelming him. His energy began to spike- a thin yellow veil of energy outlining his body with a luminous glow. His eyes glaring at the lass as if they were daggers flying to pierce her skull…
He wasn’t even aware of the power that was beginning to finally brim to the surface…
“What are you idiots mumbling about?” their captain called to them in attention. Captain Aru was a proud Saiyan warrior - among the top of her peers. She was one of the few Super Saiyans that the Alliance had in their army. Tarro looked up to her (both figuratively and literally). She was a taller woman than most of their race, peaking at a five foot eight. Her body was slender but built, toned and fit like all warriors of their species. She wore a purple jumpsuit over shoulder-bladed chestpiece of Saiyan armor with the standard white boots and gloves.
“No-Nothing Captain,” the two of them responded in unison. It was just the three of them in a small little squad. Their fourth was back on Planet Saiya still recuperating. Pota was a bit newer and had yet to fully grasp the combat level the three of them fought on together. Aru was confident that he would shape up though, so Tarro and Arres didn’t approach the subject.
The three of them joined together and flew off into the horizon, their blue auras leaving a trail of light behind them as they did so…
Tarro gritted his teeth. “You don’t understand… I’m not... the soldier you’re looking for....,” he growled as his hands tightly gripped his hair. “I tried for so long to transform… to get stronger… But it’s always out of reach...“ His ki began to turn from its usual blue to a more golden yellow. His body was reacting to his anger. “I’m pathetic! I shouldn’t even be here!”
His mind thought of the day their planet exploded. Seeing their faces one last time before everything exploded in a flash of light. He thought of the cold vacuum of space as his body drifted in the darkness.
It made his ki swell even further. And he questioned it. He questioned everything. Why was he here? Still alive? It didn’t make sense. None of it.
[WC: 602] [TWC: 2213] [Tarro is in the midst of unlocking his Super Saiyan form. For the purposes of mechanics he is transforming slowly. His power level is spiking as if he is in a x2 of x13 in the midst of his transformation. As such his power level would be 220,000.]
Last Edit: Jun 10, 2017 0:50:18 GMT -5 by Tarro: Mixed up WC things
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
Tomina motioned for the bartender to pour her more booze. She was a semi-regular to this establishment, so he knew what she meant just by the gestures she made. As she held up her glass, her gaze went over to the disgruntled Saiyan warrior. To her surprise, she saw flashes of gold in his aura. He was on the verge of becoming a Super Saiyan! Tomina grinned, realizing that she could easily push him into obtaining that form. Tomina lowered the glass to her lips, taking amother swig before putting it down on the counter.
“You are a Saiyan in our Kingdom. Am I not allowed to be a little bit concerned for an ally? Most swords don’t start out sharp. It’s rare that you find a sharp one in good condition. They have to forged to be powerful weapons. Given enough time, I can bring down the hammer and make you into a powerful warrior.”
Tomina then casually shrugged, willfully putting a disinterested expression on her face. She closed her eyes, shifting towards a more nonchalant attitude towards her approach.
“Of course if you want to be like that then fine. Poison your liver and die a pathetic dogs death. Saiyans who give up when things become difficult aren’t worth my time. Just go and reunite with your worthless friends. If you’re as pathetic as you say you are, then your friends most have been trash if they didn’t make it out alive. A Saiyan who had even a bit of skill should have been able to handle Caesars soldiers. The people that work under him aren’t nearly as strong as he is. Either your friends were so weak that they died to his underlings, or they were dumb enough to charge into a fight with the Caesar himself. Either way, that would have made them worthless indeed.”
Tomina’s lips then formed a sneer. She didn’t even open her eyes. All she did was just turn her face just enough so that Tarro could see the expression on her face. She was certain that she would bring him to pure rage in just a few minutes. It was something she was rather good at.
"Shut up." "Out of all your friends - only you survived. Heheh what a waste," "Shut up! I know!"
The guilt, the rage, the despair all coursed inside of Tarro every day. Alcohol could only numb it temporarily. Sex only give him small bits of relief for a short duration. Every night when he fell asleep he had to face it eventually. His nightmares made sure he could never really escape. The explosion, the looks on their faces before the cataclysm hit them, the darkness after it was all gone, waking up alone. He lived it all every night, and woke up fucked up the next morning. It was a perpetual cycle of failed escapism and bad life choices followed by nightmares and anger, guilt. His thoughts tormented him on the guilt of being the only one from his team to survive. He wasn't even the strongest, the smartest, or the funniest. He was just him. So why had it been him? Why was he still alive? Why not the captain? Or Arres? Or even Pota? They were all gone...
His power kept rising, and he couldn't even tell....
Tarro and Arres were flying side by side with Captain Aru, approaching their targets soon. The bangs on the Saiyan's face dancing from the rush of the wind on his face as they flew with high intense speed, his eyes looking straight ahead towards the skyscape beyond. White clouds for miles in the distance. And yet he was still elsewhere. His mind spiraling with many inner thoughts. And his captain could tell. "Something on your mind, Tar?" Aru asked him, her face focused and steady on what was ahead of them as she asked him. His eyes widened, a feeling of unease and surprise coursing through him. Was he that easy to read? His gaze shifted towards Arres, who in turn was looking at him with a small smirk. He was obviously amused, so that was a yes. Tarro focused his attention back on his surroundings and continued staying alert toward what lay beyond. "Yeah. I guess," he said plainly, like it was nothing important.
She could tell it sort of was however. He had been having doubts about himself. "What about?" she inquired, though she knew the answer already. He sighed to himself. "I'm almost as strong as you and Arres... I've been training so hard for awhile... I'm supposed to be an elite...," he rambled on, as he was getting to a point. "'So how come I'm not a Super Saiyan?' Is that what you were gonna say?" she interrupted him. He grew silent for a few moments, taken back by her words. Maybe he was easy to read. "...Yes," he admitted. She let out a small chuckle, while Arres joined in too.
"It's not just about strength, Tarro. You can't force it," she began to explain. "It'll happen for you eventually. Someday. Just gotta make due until that day comes." He let out a low, quiet grunt as his response. "What the hell does that even mean though?" Was it about luck or something? He just couldn't bring himself to understand.
"Just have some patience, mate. It'll happen soon enough," Arres chimed in. That made him feel better at least. A little anyway.
That had been so long ago it seemed to him, even though it was only about a year at most. His training had relaxed as he eventually gave up on trying to transform. He put it in his head that he wasn't good enough, that maybe he would never transform. And came to terms with that.
"Maybe if you hadn't slacked off you could have transformed and protected them...," "I KNOW! IKNOWIKNOWIKNOW OKAY!?" "Then you accept that it should have been you... not them...," "....Yes."
His power continued to rise as Tomina kept on poking the bear. Telling him to go and die. He didn't care what she said. That was exactly what he was going to do. He wouldn't feel guilty about that. If she were in his shoes she'd feel the same. He was so sure of himself and his grief. But then she said something that stuck to him. Something that put him past the point of no return. There would be no going back now. "Just go and reunite with your worthless friends. If you’re as pathetic as you say you are, then your friends must have been trash if they didn’t make it out alive."
"You cold hearted bitch!" he roared back in response, the rest of it fading from processing. It was all lost, his mind only focusing on that one small group of sentences. He hated her. And it was in that moment that all the guilt, all the anger, and the despair began coursing through him. He felt a burning sensation in his eyes as they began to turn a teal, his body growing a powerful yellow aura around him. The thin yellow outline from before soon became a full shrouding aura of gold. He was almost there, but his haste was impeccable. His power sized incredibly, but he leaked some of the energy from the on-going transformation with a yellow energy wave - a swift blast meant to knock Tomina from her bar seat and out the wall into the street beyond.
It was just a pinch away. He was so close now. All it would take was a little more pushing, a little more and he would know power like he had never known before. He just had to realize it was so after that.
[Tarro has now jumped up to a x6 of his Super Saiyan transformation. Mechanically he's halfway there. His power level is currently 660,000] [Used OT-1 Energy Wave towards Tomina. 165,000 heading her way.]
[WC: 905 (Don't worry I omitted the copy pasted part from the WC XD) ] [TWC: 3118]
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
Tomina found herself at the other end of an energy blast. She conjured up an orange energy shield, but was still pushed back by the blast. She skidded across the floor, crashing through the door and towards a wall. Splinters and debris was sent flying everywhere. Tomina’s hair turned bright red, and her eyes a bright gold as her power level jumped. She batted the blast aside with her shield, sending it up into the sky. It blew up harmlessly in the air. Civilians and bat customers were in a panic, doing all they could to get away from there. Tomina just smirked at Tarro, chuckling lightly in amusement.
“Seriously, why are the majority of the people I fight so bad at throwing insults? The last person I fought in a major battle called me a whore. I mean, he wasn’t wrong. I do like sex. Quite a lot as a matter of fact. Your Insult was even worse though. Although it’s not an insult as much as it is a complement. If I wasn’t a cold hearted bitch, then I would be a miserable excuse for a Saiyan. I appreciate the gesture, but flattery isn’t going to help you get into my pants.”
Tomina still held her shield at the ready, watching Tarro carefully. She was sure that it wouldn’t take much longer. All she needed to do was push him a little more.
“All you have about you is luck. I mean, there’s no way you could have fought your way out of Natto and live. That was a pathetic excuse for an energy blast. Who taught you how to fight? I bet it was one of your worthless friends. A weak master creates weak students. Come on, prove me wrong! Although I doubt you’ll be able to.”
If there was one thing Tomina was talented that, it was lighting a fire and feeding the flames. And that’s exactly what she was doing with Tarro. She was igniting his anger, making it burn ever brighter until it blinded him. Then he would be exactly where Tomina wanted him to be.
[WC=365] [TWC=1,875]
Tomina transforms into her Super Elemi form. Current PL: 3,231,914
Tomina uses Ember Shield: [ST-1] 40% charge barrier.
Tarro was unimpressed as she managed to block his energy blast with a barrier, as the attack he had put out didn't have that much effort put into it. He hadn't gotten in a real fight in months, and he had to admit that felt damn good. The old feeling in his fingertips as they channeled incredible power and blasted across the room. It was like he had become reacquainted with an old friend, and he couldn't wait to bond over the clashing of the girl and himself. He sensed danger from the hybrid's powers - it being vastly superior to his own - though the challenge did nothing but excite him to his core. Even after that warning shot though- she still was babbling on? Could a girl ever be more annoying? He gritted his teeth as he continued listening, it being most obvious on his face that she was still annoying him.
And thus she had finally pushed it to far. Insulting him was one thing. Insulting his friends was another, more frustrating thing. But to allude to Captain Aru's incompetency as a trainer was unforgivable. She had taught him all of his techniques, she had raised him as the fighter he was today. He had fallen behind and lost his warrior instincts (and that was on him), but he would not let her tarnish his captain's name! He wanted to hurt her. "You want insults? Alright you filthy, disgusting fake 'Saiyan'." he called out to her, referring to her Elemi heritage. "You can say whatever you want about them. I don't care!" he roared. He was done with this conversation. He began floating up in the air, as if he was taking his leave. "They're dead, it's not like they can complain. I don't care!"
"Not about your kingdom. Not about you. Not about the self-proclaimed King. Not even about Jarvis! You can ALL go to hell, every single one of you... because I... don't... CARE!" he shouted with a pent-up fury, the last word hanging on as he shouted it from the rooftops; elongating the sound for as long as possible. His aura was finally reaching its peak. All the emotions he had been numbing for so long came flooding up to the surface. The magma of the volcano bursting out from the inside to wreak its devastation.
A golden yellow dye hued over each strand of hair at once, his power shooting to what it had always been inside. A tingling feeling in his back resonated across his entire body as he transformed for the first time, a gate of energy finally awakened inside of him out to play. It felt spectacular, and overwhelming as he struggled to contain it inside of himself. Now he was going to fight. To prove to himself that maybe he wasn't spared by luck or punishment. He survived because he was supposed to survive, because he still had things in this world to do. And with the man's face in his mind - Tarro knew one of those things would be Jarvis. Tomina had been right about one thing. He did want to make him pay.
"I'm tired of feeling guilty for surviving the explosion. I didn't fucking ask for it. If you think I'm so pathetic, then finish me off yourself!" he said as his golden aura swelled. He fired a barrage of energy blasts - his Saiyan spirit awakened for the first time in months. Maybe even in years. He had past the roadblock he had been stuck behind for so long, and now he wanted more. He wanted so much more than the Super Saiyan form he had been desperate for for so long. He wanted to be better. He wanted to be strong enough to erase Jarvis' name from history himself. No matter what that meant.
For Captain Aru. For Arres. For himself. For Natto.
[Unlocked Super Saiyan (x13) officially! (1,430,000 PL] [Used OT-1 Energy Blast Barrage. Empowered with his 2 Saiyan Spirit's so that would make it a 55% attack. 786,500 heading toward Tomina]
[WC: 646] [TWC: 3764]
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2017 1:38:35 GMT -5 by Tarro: Added theme to it (Again)
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
Tomina only seemed amused by everything that Tarro was throwing at him, words or attacks. Tomina moved her hand to intercept the energy barrage with her shield. They all hit it, exploding and causing a cloud of dust to be kicked up. When it settled, it revealed that Tomina to be unharmed, still holding up the energy shield she had conjured before. She stared at Tarro from behind the orange barrier, pleased with what she saw. He had ascended into the Super Saiyan form. He was just perfect for her needs.
“You seem to be pissing out a storm over there. Being angry means caring about what you’re mad at. Which in turn gives you more power. Can’t you feel it? You’ve taken the first step towards greatness!”
Tomina smirked, conjuring a yellow energy ball in her hand. It glowed with the intensity of a medium sun. It looked as though she was going to start fighting back.
“Kill you? King Nasu would put my head on a spike if I did that. You are a comrade who just became a Super Saiyan. If you don’t do something stupid ano get yourself killed, you’re going to have a bright future! Now then, time for you to take your new form on a test drive!”
Tomina lobbed the energy ball straight at Tarro. It wasn’t a very powerful blast, but it still looked like it would hurt if it connected.[/hr]
[WC=250] [TWC=2,125]
Tomina uses [OT-1] Ember Shield: 40% charge barrier.
Tomina throws a basic energy blast (sphere) at Tarro: 161,598 DMG
Tarro gritted his teeth as she spoke all proud of his accomplishment. He hated that he pleased her by transforming, even though he had no control over the matter. He was as responsible for his own transformation as a cloud is for its transformation into a thunderstorm. His eyes looked at her with a focused gaze as she spouted some nonsense about taking some step towards greatness. It was partially true. Now that he had opened the floodgate- new possibilities were within reach. He was already looking into the future. He had seen the other Super Saiyan forms himself. And he would master every one of them until he was among the best of the best. There was ambition in his eyes. He would need to master the Super Saiyan forms if he wanted to have any hope of laying waste to Jarvis' empire. He would also have to get back into his training to regain his fighting sense. Months of pointless, pathetic brawls even before Natto had blown up had dulled his fighting sense. He was going to have to re-learn the basics.
"A test drive, eh? Just make sure you don't regret that...," he muttered to himself.
Never was it more evident than when Tomina fired that ball of energy. It should have been child's play to the Saiyan, but clearly he had lost a step or two. Not having the time to dodge - Tarro opted to try and counter it rather than block. He knew he wouldn't be able to best it, but at least by expending a little more energy he'd be able to push back some of the impact to negate some of the damage. With a yellow ki blast in his hand he shoved it against the ki attack - the two balls clashing before it inevitably exploded in his face. Dust marks appeared as a result of the explosion, though thankfully his strategy had made the attack less bothersome. Taking a short breath as his exhaustion began catching up with him. He knew he needed to ease up on the ki attacks. He had fired three discharges back to back of varying power. He needed to settle down if he didn't wanna wear himself out off the bat.
Charging his yellow aura - he stood defiantly as he was hovering in the air. His gaze transfixed on Tomina intensively. He was going to find a way to win. He wasn't sure how yet. But he knew if anyone would find it - it was surely him.
[Clashed Against Tomina's ki blast with his own 71,500 - 161,598 = 90,082 PL Damage to Tarro.] [Stamina: 2/3] [WC: 420] [TWC: 4184]
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
The Saiyan Hybrid was surprised when her blast actually connected with her opponent. He was clearly caught off guard, since all he could do was loosen the damage with a blast of his own. That was something she was going to have to work with him on: having someone on her squad who couldn’t dodge basic attacks easily was unacceptable. Well, he would learn in due time. The ever-present smirk on her face grew even bigger at Tarro’s retort.
“Heh, you’re not backing down from someone significantly stronger than you. That’s good. Sometimes a tactical retreat is the best option you have. Although retreating after just acquiring a new transformation is a little too cautious, if you catch my drift. If you still intent on fighting, come up whenever you’re ready. If we’re going to take this seriously, then we’re going to have to cause as little property damage as possible.”
Tomina rose into the air, slowly ascending as she contemplated on how to approach things. This wold give her time to catch her breath: she didn’t want to let on how draining her abilities were. Once she reached a fairly high altitude, she looked down and waited. She wondered how he was going to deal with the power gap between them. In a straight fight he would lose, and Tomina was sure he knew that. So he was going to have to use tactics to equalize the situation. Hopefully he was a bit more of a thinker than her other protege: she didn’t need more than one muscle in her squad.
[WC=275] [TWC=2,400]
Tomina floats up and waits for Tarro to make a move.
Tarro scoffed at Tomina's words and their confidence as he ascended after her in the air slowly, cautiously. It was true she was much stronger than him. But she forgot a few things it appeared. She had already admitted that this bout wasn't to the death. As a Saiyan that left him with nothing to fear. The worst that could happen was an agonizing, brutal near-death experience. And such things made him stronger. The pain bothered him none. In fact he liked it. Being reborn from the ashes of defeat - only to rise like a phoenix. Stronger, evolved. She also didn't know him. It was not his first time overcoming a stronger opponent. It was not his first time being underestimated by a foe. And it would not be his first time surprising someone who had already made up their mind about him. About what he could do.
Tarro and his team had encountered the tribe of the Moginanians. The four armed bull-like aliens residing on Planet Tigris. Their species well known for their tribal tactics and their four-armed melee finesse. They would prove to be an amusing challenge for the three. Or so the three thought. This battle was going to be a tough one for the group. The elite Saiyan was tasked with the weakest fighters, the two of them around the thirty thousand range of power. Tarro smiled at their large, red four-armed builds with no fear in his heart. He was sure he could overcome the two. This was back in his prime after all. "Last chance to surrender," he offered. They laughed at him. His power level was a hundred thousand. With two against one they were confident he had no chance. At least when they were at full power. But he knew he could trick them. He just needed patience.
His golden aura flickering as his energy continued to build. He too was recharging. In the heat of his anger he had utilized more energy than he had intended. But he was nearly back to full strength. "Yeah you're so strong hiding behind your barriers," he scoffed to her. "I haven't tapped into my full power yet. They wouldn't be able to take the pressure if I gave it everything I got!" he challenged. She was part-Saiyan. Surely the challenge to prove him wrong would prove difficult to resist. Machinations formed inside of his mind - strategies for what to do depending on her response. His arsenal of techniques ready to aid him.
Or perhaps maybe he was just bluffing. And he really just liked to hear himself talk. That was equally possible as well. He was a Super Saiyan now after all, and everyone knew that transformation came with an elevated ego.
[Stamina 3/3 after this post] [WC: 461] [TWC: 4645]
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