Sayonara, Kizuki!! The Birth of Evil and Destruction!![SOLO]

[ Planet Daikondu - Age 774 ]

"I-I'm not... leaving you... behind, damn it! Le-Let go of me!" His brutish body was being, literally, dragged across the war torn planet by someone else. Booted feet scraped along the ruined earth, not putting up much of a struggle physically, his body was unable to do much other than complain. The male had seen better days, his armor and most of his attire for that matter were all blown to bits, revealing bare skin under it, parts covered in a burned char and smeared with blood. Some of that blood wasn't even his own. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and the arm he was slung up by was the only of the two that worked, the other hung loosely at his side, broken in multiple places, completely useless for where they were currently. "They... ki-killed my son! They killed OUR son!" Blood stained teeth grit together, nearly to the point where upper and lower half could shatter if he pushed any further. It hurt to breathe, let alone scream as he was. His head turned to the side a bit to look at the one who had "rescued" him. A glowing form, one he could barely see through the single working eye he had, but he could tell it was her through all that bright, golden energy. "And they'll kill you too if don't get out of here. I already lost a son, I won't lose my husband as well." Cold. Her voice was as cold as a frozen tundra, yet still a hint of care in those words. He could not agree with her, he couldn't allow her to do this. For a second time he was forced to flee from this war, and it would shame him forever to have to leave her behind. She was stronger than he could have ever imagined. One of those robotic bastards came from their side, screeching in a bloodthirsty way before it was blasted to smithereens, a single palm was held out to it to completely destroy it.  Her reaction time was unlike anything he had seen from her before, her power was OBSCENE in comparison to him, and even herself. When did she get so damn strong? When did she become... that? "Pl-Please... don't do this!" Kizuki continued to plead with her, not wanting to do what she had in mind, but barely having enough strength to remain awake, let along fight her on this.  The female shook her head in response, as they approached the thing he was protesting over. A single escape pod, big enough for only one of them. "Y-You take it! You leave, I'll... you can't expect me to just...!!" Kizuki could barely finished a sentence, coughing violently a spray of saliva and blood. His body was losing this fight, but his will to continue burned hotter than ever before. He couldn't let this mechanical monsters get away with all of this. "I'm sure if the roles were reversed you would be stuffing me inside one of those as we speak. You can't expect me to just leave here without trying to save you first, Kizuki. I won't. I refuse." The singular eye that he could see from burned, he could barely see her at this point through the sweat, blood, and tears that welled up inside.

After what seemed like forever, the female's small fist would slam against the pod, opening up the hatch slowly to reveal the single seat inside. Kizuki's head shook furiously, almost taking every bit of energy and life he had left to continue to protest. "You-You're crazy! I'm not going... anywhere!  Not without you!" His one good hand pushed up against the side of the pod, restricting her from pushing him inside. A small frown contorted itself on the female's face, giving a harsh push forward and forcing the man to tumble inside against his will. She was stronger than him, and she always was. In this specific scenario she was even stronger, while his own power began to quickly deplete itself by the minute. "I won't lose everything today. I'll avenge our son." Even with that golden power surging around her form, all that violent energy pulsating around her, he could sense something calm in her voice. Her hand reached in to slam the controls of the pod, setting some random destination for all it looked like, just so long as the pod was on its way into space and out of this living Hell. "N-No! I.. I won't leave you!" The Saiyajin gave one final scream, moving to sit up in that small seat as the hatch closed with a hiss, sealing itself shut completely with only the view outside from that single, circular window. She placed a hand onto it, offering him a small smile, as if reassuring him. In truth, the female was worse for wear herself, having suffering an injury to her side at some point during this war, and having left a trail of blood behind them, unknown to Kizuki. Her own power was fading, doing all she could to maintain her Super Saiyajin form while dragging her husband's half dead body to the escape pod. "And you'll avenge the both of us, my love." Her mouth was moving, but he couldn't hear her, he couldn't hear anything as his broken body sat up and placed a hand over the glass, on top of hers, as if trying to grab for it. Her expression changed, eyes going wide and the once green hint to them reverted back to their blood red color, her hair falling from its erectness and going back to that albino white. Her hand dropped from the glass, as her head dropped down a bit to look below her. Kizuki's eye followed, stammering his words. "B-Buru...?" What he saw forced the strongest of men to be reduced to tears, burning both his good eye and the one swollen completely shut.  A blade of pure energy, blazing red was struck right through her back, piercing her all the way through and emerging through her stomach.  The source was one of those mechanized bastards they were all fighting against. He couldn't believe it.  Not like this.  Not her too. Her ki was quickly depleting, as fast as the blood rushed from the huge wound.  A fist came up to punch against the near indestructible "glass" that made up the window as he screamed one last time, "BURUMASU!!" His usual proud, deep voice was almost a screech as he yelled, like an animal more than a man.  He could feel the pod begin to vibrate, readying for taking off into space as it began to gently hover above the ground. Burumasu would look up, giving her best smile as a bit of blood began to stream out from the corner of her mouth. "Ki-Kizuki.... we will... see you soon." Before he could say anything, or do anything, Kizuki was thrown back into his seat as the pod rushed upwards and off the planet. All he could do was wail incoherent words as that massive fist slammed into the pod several times in an attempt to break free. He would have rather died with her than this.  His fist continued to punch, his legs kicking.  He was a caged animal, raging and attempting to break free.  To die with her.

COMMENCING DISPENSING OF NARCOTIC GAS IN 3... 2... 1...

Kizuki heard the robotic, monotone "voice" coming from the speakers of the pod as that colorless gas began to pour inside the cockpit within seconds. He would try to fight it as best as he could, as if staying awake was an option at this point. His body slumped back into the chair, feeling the effects of the gas immediately on his body as he inhaled it without realizing. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, at least by his own accord. In less time than it took to realize that he had lost everything on this day, Kizuki was unconscious. A mixture of the potent narcotic gas and his own body's rapid deterioration after such a battle were the culprits. His one good eye began to close slowly, his arm falling limp into his lap as his defeated body gave into the sleep. Kizuki's conscious, from this day forward, would be locked away for the foreseeable future.

Without Kizuki knowing it time had completely stopped shortly after his slumber.  The spherical escape pod that was ripping through the vast open highways of space stopped completely.  The stars, burning bright with their exploding gasses stayed lit, but did not burn further.  Everything completely stopped.  Time had literally halted.  A figure would emerge from a portal of some sort, the form clearly a woman by the shape and the near sultry way they walked to the pod.  Yes, walked.  Heeled feet made no noise as this supernatural being waltzed her way over to Kizuki's space pod, now stuck in time like everything else EXCEPT for this woman.  A hand reached out to touch the cold, metal-like surface of the pod before a grin parted lips to reveal teeth.  Within seconds, another portal would open and in quick fashion swallow both the woman and the pod, along with the unconscious Saiyajin with it.  Once that was done the universe would go back to the way it was before.  The stars burned bright, planets revolved, life continued.

[ Distant Future - Age Unknown, Location Unknown ]

"She's done a lotta' crazy things, but this one takes the cake, I tell ya's!"  In some sort of laboratory, in the distant future, a voice was heard complaining.  The rugged, harsh voice belonged to a lizard-like creature, sitting in a chair and glaring at something that, from the looks of it, made him want to throw up.  He reclined back in that chair, hands clasped behind his head, eyeing whatever it was with blood red eyes, narrowed into near slits.  "A damn Saiyajin of all things.  Why not just throw us into the damn sun?  These guys are bad freakin' news."  He seemed to be speaking to no one specifically, apparently alone in the room with this... Saiyajin.  The being he was speaking about was dunked into a healing tank of sorts.  His nude form floating within it, almost weightless.  Several wires were connected to various parts of his bare skin, while on his face was what seemed to be a border, almost as if another piece would combine with that to cover his face fully with a mask.  Currently, a different type of mask covered his mouth and nose, allowing the one once known as Kizuki to breathe within this substance.  The angry lizard man continued to stare angrily, crumpling up a piece of paper within reach and throwing it at the tube, as if to smite the bastard.  Apparently he held a grudge.  The creature was garbed in some sort of battle suit, white in color but there was a section of it that was green in the center, a logo emblazoned in the middle.  The insignia of the Time Breakers.  Suddenly though, he'd flinch, hit with something on the back of the head himself.  "If she hears you talking like that she'll send you into an endless void to spend the rest of your miserable life."  A much larger being walked up behind the lizard-type one.  This one was more humanoid in appearance, but not by much.  Several parts of him seemed to be half machine, shooting a thumb over to the tank.  The other hand held was appeared to be the rest of the mask Kizuki was supposed to wear.  "Quit your complaining and drain it.  And be quick about it.  If he wakes up before I put this on we're both screwed."  The lizard cursed under his breath, waiting for his comrade to make their way over to the tank before pushing down on the button that would drain the liquid inside.

Kizuki's body would lower with the substance until it was all drained, slumping down onto the ground of the tank itself.  The glass container would begin to collapse, the more humanoid grunt reaching down to snake a robotic arm around Kizuki's throat, forcing him up in the least gentle way possible, while the same hand clasped the masked tightly within it.  Nearly hanging the Saiyajin now, free hand forced the oxygen mask off his face before tossing it away, grasping onto the new mask and slamming it directly over the other piece already attached to Kizuki's face.  The two pieces would combine, what sounded like gears turning within it locking the two pieces together with almost a HISS sound, no sense of them coming apart could be seen.  Once the deed was done, the soldier would toss Kizuki back into the tank with, his heavy body producing a loud THUD once it collapsed again.  He was outfitted, as was the orders given, the "Time Breaker" logo also shown in the middle of it, green against a see of white, two black "slashes" arcing across the face of the mask itself, with red slits looking like an evil pair of eyes within them while a gold part jutted out of the chin, likely the locking mechanism that kept everything firmly in place.  The red "eyes" would glow once, twice, before the shrill screeching sound, that only Kizuki could hear, filled his mind waking him up.  Jolting up, the Saiyajin placed both hands on either side of his head, those thick spikes of hair already seemed to be dried, as his kind's hair tended to.  The sound of muffled screaming could be heard from behind the mask, as this was the first time his mind was invaded in such a way.  Kizuki's body writhed in pain, every muscled tensing up as both his mind and body tried to fight back against what was happening.  The lizard scoffed, crossing his scrawny arms across his armored chest.  "Get over it, pal.  I thought you were one o' them tough guys in the Universe?  Whassa' matta'?  Can't handle a little brain freeze?  PFT!  Some big, bad Saiyajin you turned out to be!"  His half-robotic friend would arch a hairless brow, as Kizuki continued to scream and writhe in pain in the background.  "You know he can kill you.  Right?"  Another scoff came from the lizard at that.

Kizuki continued to express his displeasure at what was going on, the searing pain inside his skull, the buzzing and screeching filling his ears.  He couldn't even hear himself scream.  Hands went to clasp the edge of the tank as he pulled himself up, gripping it firmly, nearly breaking pieces of it off.  Eventually, everything went numb.  Every sound was drowned out.  The masked one's screamed had ceased as his massive, muscular chest rose and fell with each deep breath, filling empty lungs back up with oxygen.  Tensed muscles had begun to loosen up now, though his grip on the edges of the healing tank barely gave in.  His body had begun to sweat through all of his, a mixture of that and the healing liquid dripped off his body.  With a bit of strain, Kizuki would slowly straighten himself up, standing at his full height now.  Both ears showed a bit of bleeding, even a trail running down his neck from behind the mask, the source was hidden from all, though, but it was coming from his nose.  The small set of steps within the tank were used then, bare feet pushing up on them as Kizuki's form came out of the tank itself, the lizard once again scoffing, rolling his eyes at the chiseled, nude form in front of him.  "You guys sure are modest, huh?  Geez.  Go, get outfitted.  Towa-sama likely has use for you right away."  Grumbling something incoherent, the duo would leave Kizuki to his own devices after a hand had gestured him in what direction his things were.  "I don't freakin' like him."  "You don't like anyone."  Their voices trailed down a long hallway, until they were all gone altogether.

Even in his near mindless state he was capable of at least dressing himself.  Usually, his clothing of choice was simple Saiyajin battle armor.  It performed well, was light weight, and fit every need he had.  Going forward, though, that would change.  Though, he still wore something similar to that high-performance, durable bodysuit that went UNDER the armor most times.  It was two pieces, a shirt that was tucked into pants, both identical black colors and both capable of stretching to beyond, what most would call, "necessary lengths."  Black boots and gloves were next, of that same material.  Replacing his usual armor was now a long, red jacket of sorts, with a hood.  It was red in color, with white etchings all around it, definitely the type of design the demon genius, Towa, would enjoy herself.  It was held together in the front with a green gem-like latch, coming down to near the back of his ankles, hemmed out as multiple "spikes" while his tail rested limply behind him, from the custom hole made specifically for him on those pants.  On one of those long, red sleeves, the right one, a gold colored band rested around his bicep.  Gloved fingers reached behind him, picking at the hood which was draped behind him.  Slowly, he'd begin to pull it up over those black, thick spikes of hair, even those two thick "strands" of hair that usually fell over his forehead in the form of "bangs" were covered up.  His transformation was complete with that.

A stranger.  If someone were to see him like this, even those who didn't know him the best, they'd say that Kizuki was someone else entirely.  Not for the fact this nearly all of his body was covered up, from head to toe, and even his faced was hidden with that wretched mask, but even the aura he gave off had changed.  What was once a proud, commanding presence in any room not turned into something much more sinister, though submissive in nature.  Literally everything about his own self was gone when the masked locked itself onto his face.  His mind, body, soul and even his own ki were not his own anymore.  Steps could be heard behind him, though the presence emanating from the being was not HER.  His back was to them, so slowly The Masked Saiyajin would turn to face the direction in which this other person was coming from.  It was another worker of sorts, not looking like much of a fighter type as they looked like a lab worker, hiding behind thick rimmed glasses and a lab coat with the Time Breakers logo etched onto the left breast.  A human, at least from what anyone would be able to see, he looked over between Kizuki and the data pad in his hand a few times, nodding.  "Mhm.  Mhm.  Everything seems to be in order then, Kizuki.  Just need to make sure--.."  As the lab rat's free hand came up to touch the mask, Kizuki's own shot out and snatched at his wrist with blinding speed.  The red, slit eyes began to glow furiously, gloved fingers gripping that small wrist to the point of near breaking it.  The pain was clear on the lab worker's face, and also as he wailed out.  "That isn't... my... name...."  A deep voice, almost robotic and a bit muffled because of the mask erupted forth to cut the man off.  "Do not..."  Kizuki's head snapped to the right suddenly, before straightening out, his fingers digging deeper now.  "Ever....." Another firm squeeze from that hand came. "Call me.... that name."  The room began to tremble at that, even more of a sinister aura emanating from his form, even giving off a slight purplish glow around his body, very rich in its done and full of negative energy.

Perhaps the poor fool didn't know, but his "boss" had programmed that mask to reject that name entirely.  That name, the memories and pride that came with it, everything was to be despised about it.  The very utterance of that name could send this one into a blind rage, though it appeared he was capable of composing himself at least somewhat.  It was all to assure that Kizuki would not rebel, that with the mask tightly fit over his facade, with his mind constantly occupied by that dark force, he was incapable of being himself.  And what better way to reject yourself than to be forced to despise it?  At least by Towa's understanding this was the safest, best way to control the beast.  Or maybe the lab rat was just absent minded.  Either way, he found himself nodding, in a cold sweat as that wrist hung on by a thread from being snapped clear off his arm, even having dropped his data pad in the process, clawing at Kizuki's massive, gloved hand in an effort to release himself.  "Y-Yes!  YES!  I'm sorry!  N-Not your name!  Please, let go of me!"  Barely even a few seconds would pass as the red glow in the mask would fade out, as well as the purple energy around him and Kizuki's grip was immediately loosened.  The worker took his arm back, holding it with a flinch, even having teared up from the whole ordeal.  There was definitely going to be something wrong with that arm once he got checked out, but he knew better than to complain about it.  Towa-sama would likely destroy him if he did.  "I-I suppose everything is in proper order then.  You... don't seem to have lost any strength that's for sure."

Kizuki had been looking down at where the lab worker flopped to, before looking back up and straight forward at no one at all.  The worker's wrist throbbed, unable to move it without feeling pain.  "Sh-She'll be contacting you soon to tell you what she wants you to do.  Just... sit tight until she does."  He'd gulp, reaching down with his good hand to scoop up that data pad before bolting out of the room as quickly as he could.  Kizuki's first day on the job and he was already doing well with his new co-workers.  Though, as was instructed he didn't move.  He simply waited in the room, the time that passed was irrelevant.  It could have been several hours, The Masked Saiyajin simply stood there like a statue, with no mortal desires needing to be fulfilled.  All that was required was a simple command, no eating, no sleeping, nothing.  Whatever dark magic this mask held over him kept him in full stasis round the clock.  It was a convenient thing, especially when you were creating living war machines left and right.  However, when she did call him it hit him like a ton of bricks.  Once again, the communication between master and monster was left to be desired by the monster.

The shrill sounds once again filled his ears, his brain feeling as it were swollen to the point of exploding.  A scream escaped him again, hands locking around his head, digging into that hood as if to crush his own skull.  His body seemed to be willing to do that in order to end this torture.  Speaking to him like this was a true testament to just how twisted Towa's creations were.  The programming within that mask, the way it tortured the user down to their very core would have caused any lesser being to have died already.  A Saiyajin's body was the perfect vessel for something like this.  They could handle the abuse, take the torture and pain and emerge stronger than ever before.  As much as Kizuki's kind was likely hated throughout the cosmos for their war mongering, planet hoarding lifestyles their resolve and hardiness were definitely desired traits to have, whether for yourself or at least on your side in battle.  Once again, his body hunched over some all the while her instructions were being embedded into his brain.  That once limp tail now thrashed about behind him, violently, thumping up against that long coat and even his own legs as the torture session continued.

Before long it was over, and sweet silence washed over him.  There was a ringing in his ears as his hands lowered from his hooded scalp, standing straight up, his head tilted off to the right some.  Deep breaths followed, once again blood had begun to seep through, coming from under the chin of his mask, running down the front of his already blood red jacket.  Everything she required and demanded of him was now burned into his mind.  He knew what she wanted from him, and his only desire was to fulfill those orders.  His head straightened out in a sickening SNAP, stiff neck cracking with the motion to relieve some pressure inside.  The pathetic, monotone voice echoed throughout the empty room once more, a voice that was clearly under control of someone else.  "Understood."  That was the only answer he gave, as if she could hear him or someone else was in the room.  Maybe she could hear him, though.  The vastness of just how powerful the Demon Genius was immeasurable at this point in time.  A portal formed within the room then, quickly growing in size before it was tall and wide enough for someone Kizuki's size to fit through.  The destination was known, the other end of this portal was a place that The Masked Saiyajin was told to go to and carry out orders until the very end, or until Towa pulled her dog back by his collar.  Boots thudded against the tiled ground of the empty lab, carrying Kizuki right into that swirling hole and swallowing him up, quickly shrinking in size and sealing up completely, vanishing without a trace.

[ Planet Daikondu - Age 850 ]

"MATAKU!  This is boring as hell!  I haven't seen one of those Southern bastards in days.  We should just push forward and -- hey, you listening to me?!"  Another point in time, different from where Kizuki just was just before, showed two Saiyajin posted in the middle of a wasteland.  This was Daikondu, home of Kizuki and his people at some point in the future, in a different timeline where the great war was won due to different circumstances that had developed in THAT specific timeline.  Time itself was getting ripped apart and re-written constantly, these days.  This was likely the due to all the meddling the Time Breakers and that other group had been doing recently.  As far as Planet Daikondu went, this was something entirely different than where Kizuki had come from.  In Kizuki's own timeline he had failed, in this one he had succeeded.  It was that simple of a difference, but both scenarios had such vastly different consequences.  The one Saiyajin who had been speaking, garbed in a traditional armored outfit with wide shoulder pads, black and brown in color grasped a stone and launched it at his partner behind him, dressed in something identical, though larger in size.  The "muscle" of the two.  "Wake up, you idiot!"  The other flinched as the rock bounced off his large head, opening one eye as a hand came up to rub the marred spot.  "I wasn't sleeping, I was just resting my eyes!  And besides, you said it yourself.  We haven't seen a Southerner in days and our shift is almost up.  Let me just relax for a-- hm?"  The green lens of the attacked Saiyajin's scouter began to beep in a rapid fashion, directing his eyes upwards.  "The hell?"  The other would turn, looking up as well as he barked out.  "What the hell is that?"  A small, swirling source of energy formed high in the sky, growing larger and larger in size.  They both continued to look up at it curiously.  Whatever it was, it was giving off such a high energy signal that the scouters threatened to explode right then and there.  Fortunately, they were of a higher caliber than earlier models and were capable of scouting out and reading high levels of energy far beyond the norm.  Their norm.

From the center of that swirling energy a figure emerged.  Due to how high up it was it appeared tiny, like an insect but as it quickly plummeted to the ground in its decent it was clear to see this was some sort of humanoid.  Their scouters continued to beep continuously as the figure continued to fall at a rapid pace with no sense of stopping, the bigger of the two stammering out as the power level on the lens continued to spike higher and higher.  "Th-That's... That's impossible!  What the hell is that thing?!"  The other one gnashed his teeth together tightly, half in fear and half in frustration.  "I don't know, but before we decide if it's a buddy of ours you better call this in..."  His voice trailed off as the being finally landed.  A loud thud echoed throughout the vast wasteland, a large plume of dust and smoke covered most of the area where the figure had suddenly landed.  The duo tried to see through the smog, eventually it cleared up enough for them to peer through it.  Whoever it was, they landed on one knee, head bowed down hiding the face of whoever was under that hood, the ground around the hooded figure's feet had spider webbed and cratered from the impact.  Before either of them could speak, an eerie purple glow covered the figure, who was garbed from head to toe in red, before that head snapped up in that stance to stare straight forward at them.  A mask covering the face, a bright glowing red light coming from two slits on either side.  Not pulsating, but glowing and staying lit the entire time.  Bright and hot like fire that showed no sign of being put out anytime soon.  A fire that wanted to rage and destroy everything in its path.  Not a sound was made, but within seconds after The Masked Saiyajin's head snapped up to look at the two in front of him, with those glowing red "eyes" his body rocketed forth towards them, violent intentions behind his approach.

The Demon Genius, in all her power, sent him here to complete the one true test that would show where this one's loyalty lied.  She was a cruel mistress indeed.

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Will take Zeni for this.