Settling a Sore Score [Private/Post RoD]

Tarro was usually so passive, so nonchalant that let things go. He was normally cool-headed for a Saiyan. But he really didn't like Carva at all. The aura of pretentiousness and self-importance was overwhelming to the former Elite Warrior. Carva didn't realize how far he had to go as a fighter. He showed talent. Tarro would be a fool to deny him that, but there were so many warriors that were capable of putting an end to him. Even in the Kingdom itself - Nasu had tons of Saiyans stronger than him. Captain Tomina. Karota. General Miso (whenever he came back to). And obviously the Queen herself. What would Carva do when he had to face Christopher? Komatsu? Toru? Or any of the other Alliance Saiyans who could dare get in their way when the day came? Carva was outmatched by all of them by miles. In power. Skill. They both were. Neither of them were at a point where arrogance was wise. More importantly that arrogance was being thrown at Tarro's face in a string of condescending remarks. What business did this hybrid have to belittle an elite like him? He didn't care how strong he was - he would beat him down for that.

Tarro showed no damage on his black colored jumpsuit, nor the green chestplate he wore over it. In that brief skirmish he had restrained Carva and nearly died over an incinerating inferno from their bloodlust infused Queen. Tarro wasn't quite sure what to say about that. Their Queen had her own problems that Tarro would watch out for another day. As Tarro called out to the Berserker Saiyan - his sharp ki senses sensed the man's annoyance as his energy rose. Tarro had sensed his power increase following that pill - likely causing a Zenkai in the lad. That put Tarro at a severe disadvantage for Carva had tapped into a rather sizable power boost on account of his Saiyan genetics. Still he knew he'd be able to handle it.. he just had to be confident and outsmart the powerhouse.

Tarro clenched his teeth as Carva made his childish retort. Pretending like he didn't even know his name. "I guess I just can't help myself," he said back, his tone obviously sarcastic. And then there it was again. Carva looking down on him like he was a low class warrior. A piece of trash not worth a damn. It infuriated him to no end. How dare he mock his Saiyan ancestry, his title, his Saiyan pride! "Oh so I can't touch you now? Could you be anymore arrogant? I guarantee you you're not coming out of this unscathed, you miserable dog!" he barked back, veins protruding across his forehead as his rage continued build.

The lad even had the nerve to lecture him that Tarro shouldn't complain to Nasu if he got hurt. Like he needed to hide behind anyone. "I've been fighting my own battles my whole life. I don't need any of them to babysit me. But I'd drop the confidence if I were you. You're not exactly unbeatable," he said, his own smirk apparent. He wasn't exactly going to be taking any of this lying down after all. He was a Saiyan. It wasn't a death match, but this fight was ending when one of them couldn't fight anymore and not a moment sooner. It was the Saiyan way.

Tarro charged purple ki in the palm of his hand, electricity swirling around his hand as he began to concentrate his energy. It seemed like he was going to start things off. Creating a large ball of energy - Tarro fired it with a thrust of his hand - the ball taking on the form of a bolt of energy. It was basic energy control. Tarro hardly put any effort into the blast. He wondered what Carva would do. Would he dodge it? Or try to take it head on?

He had a feeling he knew which was the case, but he was still curious to find out.

Fired an MA Energy Blast for 6750 PL at Carva!

[WC: 670]
[TWC: 1195]  
     

Tarro smirked at the sight of Carva mimicking his stance. He truly was a simple creature with no mind of his own. The former Elite continued watching him as the energy bolt charged on toward his target. Realizing Carva indeed was going to take the blast head on - Tarro felt some sense of satisfaction in his guess turning out right. "He's a careless sort. He's overconfident, and he's the type of fighter to take damage just to get ahead. I can use that to my advantage if I'm careful," the Saiyan thought to himself in reflection, battle plans formulating in his mind. "Before I joined the Kingdom I was a soldier of the Alliance! I've been fighting battles since I was old enough to walk. You're not the first person I've faced in combat who had a higher power level than me. And you won't be the first person I beat: regardless of the difference!" he shouted at Carva, his eyes narrowed in the midst of an intense glare as he stared him down with a burning fire. It was clear Tarro showed a lot of passion in this fight. It was his first real scuffle since he had joined the Kingdom. The first time he had truly fought since the destruction of his planet.

This was about more than just Pride. This was about proving himself. He wouldn't let himself fall behind. He had spent far too long giving up and drinking his troubles away. He had spent too many nights on a bar stool instead of a training room. He knew if he was in his prime he could have decimated the hybrid without any trouble. But that was not the case. Still, he was making a comeback, and he would not let anyone stand in the way of his revenge. Not Carva, Not Nasu, Not even Tomina. He would keep on pushing forward until he met his End-Game Goal. The Remnants of the God King's Empire dead at his feet. 

Carva said nothing as he tanked on the blast- which wasn't surprising. Tarro's ki sense was flaring as the Hybrid began to charge up his power. He readied himself as the hybrid charged at him full-speed. His black-eyes scanning and watching as his body prepared himself for the dodge. Widening his eyes at the sight of Carva leaping in the air - the Saiyan warrior had underestimated Carva's flare for the dramatic. It was such a ridiculous and pointless battle maneuver. Tarro had been long ready to evade- his plan setting into motion. Seemingly disappearing before most eyes - Tarro appeared ten feet back. He watched as Carva struck at open air - a smirk on his face. "I touched you earlier with that ki blast if you recall. Maybe you're the one whose going to have some trouble laying a finger on me," he said, immediately taunting him with a loud snickering afterward. He just needed to get the hybrid mad. 

And then he could start trying for real. 

Dodged Melee with 27,000 PL 

[WC: 500]
[TWC: 1695]

Tarro stood watching as the beast reeled back his arm - Carva staring back at him with fierce eyes as he realized he had been too slow. As Tarro watched with his cocky grin - Carva seemed to for once share a compliment in his own weird way. As the lad then stared at him intensely he asked Tarro about why he was an ex-elite, which was a bit grating to say the least. Tarro didn’t like talking about the past. “That’s none of your business, so don’t concern yourself with it,” he responded harshly, his tone rather fierce and dismissive.

Standing there watching Tarro made no move. He was scanning the Saiyan, getting a feel for his movements, while also trying to rattle him up with taunts. He then raised an eyebrow, confused as Carva dropped his guard for no reason at all. Most Saiyans would have punished him for that by taking advantage- but Tarro was a bit too proud to do that. While he fought with trickery he did not like fighting dirty. The distinction between the two was a fine one. One brought effectiveness, strategy, and cunning that brought glory to his name, while the other was a matter he considered cheap (and one that only served to cheapen his name as a filthy coward).

So Tarro listened, though he immediately regretted it. Great. So he was the monologuing type. A real drama queen. “Did I at any point ask to hear your ‘tragic’ life story?” he thought to himself as he openly rolled his eyes. The Saiyan Ex Elite didn’t quite care for sob stories and long-winded speeches. “Blah Blah Blah my parents were mixed,” he played it back to himself in his head mockingly. “Blah Blah Blah I was living a happy life..,” he continued knowing where this was going to go. He had lived life’s twists himself. You didn’t see him pouring his heart out to every stranger he came across. “Waaah I lost my parents and my Uncle was kind of a dick!” he mocked in his head, though now he wasn’t annoyed. He was simply angry. “I don’t remember asking for your life story! Your Uncle was as much of a disgrace as a trainer as he was a Saiyan - working with Brenchians. Your moves are hardly polished. I haven’t fought seriously in years before now and I still have more grace than you do.

And what? Did you kill them AFTER they had killed your family and blew up your home? Were you a coward? If you were old enough to go to school you were old enough to fight. Did you even try to fight with your parents? Or were you just a helpless welp watching from the sidelines!” he shouted at Carva, veins protruding from his forehead as his own rage built up. He thought of how he lost his parents. One to a bloody battle when he was a baby and the other in Jarvis’ sneak attack on Natto. He had fought until his last breath and nearly died for it. His friends and his mother died with the planet. He wasn’t a coward. He was just too weak. He hadn’t the power to save them. Carva had the power to make a difference and didn’t act until AFTER they were dead.

To Tarro he was truly pathetic. As his hair turned golden in a yellow flash of light - a tingling sensation in his back as he transformed in an instant - the lad accessed his Super Saiyan powers. His eyes staring with their teal terror and his aura a shimmering golden glow. He was done playing around. As the beast fired his ki blast- Tarro simply knocked it away in his Super Saiyan state.

This fucking Saiyan had a lot of nerve. You’d think he was a Royal Prince with the way he acted around everyone - like some godforsaken messiah. Asking Tarro about his own personal life? “You have no rights. You’re an officer of the same rank as me and you would do well to mind your tongue and mind your own business,” he said with a growl, glaring at Carva with a fiery gaze. The Saiyan Hybrid then tried to make assumptions about things he did not understand. And nothing was more aggravating than that. “Your sense of smell must be as bad as your fighting sense, I haven’t had a drop since I transformed into a Super Saiyan and started fighting again. Do I enjoy my liquor? Sure. What Saiyan doesn’t?

But you be damned ready to bite your tongue before you call me anything, let alone a drunk!” he said with gritted teeth. It had nothing to do with anyone’s decision but his own. Ex-Elite was a term for one who was an Elite but quit his station. He lost everyone on the day that Jarvis came, and he didn’t feel right fighting anymore after that. He had been lost and empty - a void left in his wake that he could never shake off. A Warrior without a purpose, just loathing in guilt and emptiness as he fell deeper and deeper into the abyss. “You keep talking and talking! And yet you haven’t landed a single hit you piece of trash! Stop acting like you’re better than me! You’re nothing but an overconfident oaf whose acting all high and mighty just because they received a Zenkai.”

Tarro was going to cut off his tail at the rate Carva was going. There was no bigger insult to a Saiyan than to cut off his tail. It would truly be the ultimate punishment, but one that Tomina and Nasu would likely grow anger with him for.

As Carva grew angry with Tarro’s accusatory statements - Tarro smiled back. Now Carva would understand how he felt every time Carva opened his goddamn mouth. He was numb to the hybrid’s feelings, having reached such a level of anger and loathing for him that his tragedy was nothing. He was nothing. “Oh so I’ve finally tapped a nerve. Maybe there’s an actual person behind all that ego,” he laughed taunting him royally. Tarro’s face was rather cool-headed as Carva revealed his monstrous transformation. It wasn’t the one he had used in the Palace, which made sense as this wasn’t as powerful. Still… with Carva’s zenkai boost this was dangerous territory. Tarro sensed his power. He’d be able to resist it, but he wasn’t going to be able to overpower him by sheer force alone. Not in this form..

“Aye just keep on talking, you moronic piece of trash. I’ll make sure you wake up tomorrow in a Brenchian dumpster,” he taunted as he began to power up. This was his first time trying this form out. It was the same form some of Nasu’s other officers had utilized before mastering their Super Saiyan transformations. It would burn off excess energy, but he needed the boost in power if he hoped to stand toe to toe with Carva’s immense power. His golden aura grew immensely in size as yellow sparks danced across the area - the ground shaking and piling with dirt. Every spark struck against the dirt creating a cloud of dust as Tarro screamed into the distance. His power increasing as he forced his transformation to push even further.

Suddenly Tarro’s mass began to expand - his build increasing into that of a bulky warrior similar to Carva. His normal slender, toned body had become bulky. This was the Power Weighted Super Saiyan. The “Ascended Super Saiyan” or “Super Saiyan Second Grade” as some had called it in the past. He smiled as the rush of power was invigorating - his power level shooting up even higher. This would do. As Carva rushed at him hoping to feint with a left hook - Tarro read his true intentions. The beast was not exactly unbeatable. Tarro’s reflexes were improving with every fight- his mind and body coming close to being at his former peak with every fight.

One would think this form slowed him down. The boost in leg mass somehow made him faster and his hits much stronger, much more potent in force. He smirked, his body disappearing as he appeared behind the hybrid. His attack for naught. “Silly boy. Your power isn’t enough,” he whispered. "You’re still too weak… you don’t have enough hate. What you don’t understand...is your anger can never compare to mine,” Tarro whispered to him from behind. With a discharge of his ki - a beam of energy would hope to collide point blank into the Saiyan sending him flying and exploding in a flash of golden light.

“I lost everything once. Now I have nothing. Only to take from my enemies…,” he said quietly, his face no longer smiling or grinning. It was simply blank. No expression or emotion to be read. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything.

[Activated my Ascended Super Saiyan transformation (x14)] 
[PL is now at 1,890,000]
[Melee Dodge for 378,000]
[Used OT-1 Energy Wave from behind for 472,500 x 1 Saiyan Spirit for an extra boost of 15% for a total of 756,000 PL heading toward Carva]
[Stamina: 3/3]

[WC: 887]
[TWC: 3277]

Tarro laughed at Carva’s babbling. He kept asking as if he was winning. He hardly even landed a hit. All he'd been able to do is swing around like an amateur. If Tarro in his prime had fought with Carva's power he'd be unstoppable. But he wasn't in his prime. Not anymore. The lad wasn’t special at all. He was ahead, but it wouldn’t last. “My anger has won me far more battles than you’ll ever know, Carva. You’re just a child flinging around power they can’t control,” he said with scorn. He was a nurtured puppy who thought he was a big dog. Tomina and Nasu had dangled praise over his head for far too long. It had swelled beyond normal size and was now merely a watermelon of a head.

“I’ve served under men, under Saiyans far stronger than you and far more skilled and watched them fall. What makes you so special? No one in this shit camp has the guts or the time to tell you your idiocy is going to get you killed out there on the real battlefield, where the real wars are fought.

I can name a dozen Saiyans (hybrid or full) who can bury you in the sand with a flick of a finger. You and I are merely foot soldiers compared to them,” he explained and it was true. In the eyes of the Saiyan race he was still an untrained pup. They both were. Tarro never made any illusions as to who he was. He was training to REGAIN his status as an Elite. He would keep pushing forward instead of acting all supreme and pissing off every Saiyan who could ever fight with him.

“You can take a hit from the strongest you say? What a laugh! Do you forget what caused your zenkai in the first place? I remember you flat on your back, falling on your fat ass after Karota tapped you with her ki. I at least fought back against the Queen’s attack. I pushed it back long enough for others to come to my aid. If the Commander had wanted you’d have been in exactly the same situation as me, you overconfident neanderthal. With no one to help you,” he said while chortling with humiliating, taunting laughter. Only Tomina would have rescued him, but he wouldn't tell him that. he hated him far too much at this point. 

“Even with your Zenkai you can’t seem to muster the strength or the skill to hit me. All you can do is flee from my attacks and talk and talk until I grow bored and leave. What a waste of Saiyan genetics. You’d have been better off in your schools with your hybrid parents. Your Uncle was a fool for seeing anything in you.

And the worst part of all this is… the only difference between you and me is you got lucky and activated a Zenkai. If this fight had happened a week ago you’d be kneeling beneath my boots…,” he said with yet even more laughter.

Standing their in his bulky state as the hybrid seemed to be standing there and just taking his verbal backlash - Tarro smiled. There was no need for him to make another move. He’d done far enough “damage” with his words alone. Crossing his arms as he floated backward he simply waited for the Hybrid.

“I see now why Tomina chooses you as a lover. You’re quite good at being a little bitch,” he cooed. He knew THAT would get him swinging. And so he stood there with his spiked hair and his golden aura radiating out in pulsing light. He was ready for anything the little Hybrid might try. And he still had one more transformation to utilize. He knew he was pushing the Hybrid to using his next transformation, but he didn’t care. He was ready to take on the full might of the Super Saiyan. He wanted to see the power of Lettis for himself. There was a reason Natto had prevailed over her, and he would find out now by testing the waters of Carva’s new power as he gauged his potential. Carva was doing this to prove his superiority, but Tarro was doing this to prepare for the days ahead. And to prove Carva wasn’t completely untouchable… humble him just a little bit.

Dealt 1,000,000,000 Damage to Carva's Pride with OT-100 "Verbal Backlash"
Stamina: 3/3 for idling

[WC: 745]
[TWC: 3972]

-Ending the thread here. Carva can win the fight off screen at this point. Due to OOC annoyances I've lost my muse for this thread entirely. 

I'll take PL please. LMB bonuses apply. 

Tarro was a bit surprised as the beast seemed to cease his actions. He had been more than ready to dodge the next attack. But something seemed to happen with Carva. His energy seemed to die down, his transformation fading as Carva simply looked at him with what appeared to be conflict. “What is this? Some sort of trick? Does he think I’ll lower my guard just because he’s powered down?” Tarro thought to himself with an annoyed expression. His Ascended Super Saiyan still remained active as Tarro refused to let himself power down. He expected some snide, cocky remark so that Tarro could continue to bear down on him. “What? Is the fight over?” he asked rhetorically, not expecting for the hybrid to answer him. Crossing his enlarged arms as he remained floated above Carva looking down at him in judgment. He too was silent - the battlefield without a single sound breaching its confines as the two warriors simply stared at one another. He waited, watching as Carva began looking down at the floor beneath him.

“Is he breaking down?” Tarro thought to himself with a raised eyebrow, his curiosity peaked as to what it was that was going on in that hybrid’s head. Perhaps Tarro had finally pushed hard enough to make him snap. He had a habit of pushing people’s buttons just the right way when he wanted too. Carva’s knees hit the ground - Tarro’s eyes dilating in slight as shock coursed through his being. He couldn’t believe his eyes. All that ego, all that posturing and self-importance had been stripped away. Carva actually began to cry. He had finally humbled himself instead of being this egotistical little shit who expected everyone to wait on him hand and foot. Tarro would normally ridicule him for showing tears on the battlefield, but he was so shocked that no words escaped his mouth. He just stood there watching. His golden aura continuing to shimmer as he listened to the Hybrid’s tearful rant.

Carva once again had been rambling about his past, but this time Tarro actually listened. The story of a starving Saiyan hybrid child being beaten down and abused all of his life. Tarro’s humanity couldn’t help but shove itself in, at least a little bit. Despite his personality - Carva was of Saiyan blood. He was one of Tarro’s race, one of the LAST of Tarro’s race. Carva’s ego was a result of a weakness inside of him that he was trying to shake off. A facade to gain acceptance from both the Saiyans and himself. Tarro didn’t like him. But at least now he humanized him - began to see him as a person. However flawed a person he might be. Stern faced and silent as he continued to listen- his arms crossed as his mouth stayed closed.

Carva was right about one thing. Tarro couldn’t understand fully. He had been treated as an elite soldier all of his life, just because he had a high power level from birth. Because his parents were both full blooded Saiyans. The feeling was foreign to him that Carva described. Some of his kin had hated hybrids for “tainting” their legacy. “A Half-Saiyan has only a Half of greatness”, some had said. But Tarro didn’t give a fuck. He thought back to the stories of Captain Aru as she grew up persecuted and shunned for her heritage. If he remembered right… she had been a Half-Earthling too. “So many Saiyans so focused on blood and lineage and family names… it’s… all so pathetic,” he said just loud enough for Carva to hear, floating downward slowly. “If you’re a Hybrid with even a little Saiyan, then you’re a Saiyan. You can go Super Saiyan. At least some version anyway. You have a tail. Your children will be Saiyans and their children’s children. Stop thinking of your blood as ‘tainted’. Lineage does nothing but set the start of your course, but it’s you who steers the ship,” he spoke harshly, though for once they were words of encouragement. It was… weird to say the least for Tarro.
But if there was one good trait of his - it was his acceptance of Saiyans no matter their blood or background. It was merit that determined a man’s real worth. Feats of glory. Carva was the same as him. A man trying to prove himself worthy of the Saiyan blood running through their veins. A man trying to be great for a purpose, though they differed greatly.

“I’m a full-blooded Saiyan and that didn’t make me strong enough to save my planet. My elite status didn’t mean anything when it came down to saving my family, my friends. So don’t talk to me about this ‘tainted and untainted’ crap. Pick yourself up!” he shouted by the speech’s end. Tarro stood defiant to the Saiyan’s wrath as his own power continued to swell. “If you wanna be treated like one of us then good! Earn it. You are strong, I'll admit to that. But I won’t let myself be your second!” he shouted as he extended his hands forward. Charging a purple orb of energy in his hands as he pushed all of his energy into it. Taking on the golden orb head on - Tarro grunted in pain as he tanked the blast while maintaining concentration on the ki he gathered. His body covered in bruises but still staring the hybrid down.

“Feel my ultimate attack! The culmination of all my training, effort, and anger! My refusal to ever give up or ever surrender, for where there is breath in me there is strength to fight!” he roared as an enormous purple orb charged in both of his hands.

“FINAL. GARLIC. CANNOOOOOOOOOON!”

So was the name of the attack he roared as that orb fired as a massive purple energy beam threatening to swallow the Legendary Super Saiyan whole. Veins stuck out from the Ascended Super Saiyan as he put everything into this attack. It was time for both of them to see just what the other was capable of.

Took the OT-1 head on. Am now launching an OT-3 at Carva for 1,890,000
[0/3 Stamina remaining]


WC: 1042
[TWC: 5015]