Post by King of All on Feb 25, 2016 14:13:55 GMT -5
Komatsu still wasn’t sure what to do… there were two paths placed before him and he didn’t know which to take… ultimately his goal was to bring his family together, well at least in a sense that they were all aware of each other and wouldn’t attack one another. The fact that they were related to Kimiko and Cambia could make a great alliance for the Saiyan Alliance, he only hoped that Nasu would listen to him.
First, he needed to decide which path to take. One road would keep him here on planet Earth where he would continue to train in peace, away from any immediate danger. He would no doubt be free for the first time in a very long time. He could travel the world, live for himself, train at his own pace… On the other hand, the second path would take him home, back to Planet Natto.
He had to admit that he was scared of going back. What would his grand-mother’s reaction be? He already knew his uncle Miso would be pissed off no matter what he did… he always seemed to be angry with him.
“Probably because I’m just not like Nasu…”
The boy would mumble as he soared through the darkening blue skies of planet Earth. He was currently headed towards the Western lands, towards the spot his spacepod (along with that of the other two saiyans). No matter what his decision was, he needed to secure it to make sure he could ever even hope to make it to planet Natto.
“I just don’t know anymore… that stupid machine must of screwed up with my thoughts more than I originally figured… damn it… what am I supposed to do… you guys could have told me that.”
He said to himself with a sigh, his thoughts going back to when he met his parents in other world. He couldn’t help but smile as the memories continued to play through his mind. He had broken down in front of them even though he had been trying so hard to be strong. It didn’t matter to them though, they simply held him and let him cry it out… It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in years. He felt loved then, he had found the only people who actually cared about him enough to show it. Wasn’t that what he had been fighting for this whole time? For someone to notice him, for someone to care.
Sure he had been going about it all wrong, but he didn’t exactly have the best examples to learn from. With a sigh, his thoughts then went to their conversation about Nasu, and the path he had to choose became clear. Kimiko and Cambia would be okay here on planet Earth… they had each other, they had friends. Nasu on the other hand… well who did he have? He had his grandmother and uncle Miso… sure his grandmother would try to be the voice of reason with Nasu, but Miso had much more influence over him…
“Man… he’s so annoying…”
Komatsu muttered as he finally came in for a landing in the middle of the three craters created by the saiyans when they had arrived on Earth. He walked straight for his own pod, still lost in thought as he walked towards it.
He was so focused on his own inner turmoil, he didn’t notice another saiyan rising out from one of the other pods. Komatsu floated down the crater to his own pod as the saiyan floated over, a frown on his face as he raised a hand and charged up a quick technique. He would fire it down past Komatsu towards the spacepod he was headed for. In a single moment, his spacepod suddenly exploded, sending debris scattering in every direction, even wailing against his armor and very quickly snapping the young saiyan back to reality.
He flew upwards away from the pod with haste, looking back down to the source of the explosion and frowning.
“Negi… you bastard what the hell was that about!?”
Komatsu yelled down at the man who had once been his ‘squad leader’ and prison guard. She clenched his fist tightly as he glared down at the saiyan male who levitated himself until he was at eye level with Komatsu.
“Where the hell have you been brat? Hm?! While you were off enjoying your temporary freedom, we lost Sato. Did you think that by getting close to the Prince you could ensure your freedom? Oh and yes, I know all about that brat.”
Negi scolded the younger saiyan as he reached to the belt of his saiyan armour. He retrieved what looked like a remote from it, causing Komatsu to fly back a couple of paces, his eyes focused on the remote in his hands.
“H…hey. Negi it’s not like that… The Prince didn’t want to go back to planet Vegeta s..so I befriended him, helped him in hopes of convincing him. I was going to come back but…”
His words were cut off as Negi crossed his arms, his thumb dancing over the large button on the remote.
“But, you got comfortable, found your dear older brother and hoped that he could save you. Is that it? You even joined his assault on the Earth’s Kami. Stupid move brat! The Empire won’t stand for making enemies in the state it’s in! You really screwed up brat.”
He growled, though smirked in satisfaction as he could see the fear in Komatsu’s eyes.
“Negi… please.”
Komatsu couldn’t help but shake. He was trying hard to compose himself, but it was like all of the feelings that the cleansing machine had helped quench were rising to the surface again. All of his old fears slowly began to creep in again. He couldn’t let Negi or the Empire have him again! There was no way in hell he was going back! He quickly brought his right hand forward and instantly fired a Rail Gun attack towards the remote that Negi held.
With a smirk though, the older saiyan would leave behind an after-image of himself just as the attack collided with him. He would quickly push the button and relish in the sound that followed.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH”
Komatsu’s blood curling scream filled the air as his body began to seize. It looked like lightning was suddenly dancing around his body. The remote that Negi held activated a chip that had been planted within komatsu’s neck when he had first been captured. The chip connected to his nervous system, and depending on the settings the controllers were set too, could light every one of his nerve endings on fire.
Tears would stream down the young saiyan’s face as the pain brought every memory of his torture within the Empire back. He could remember every stab, he remembered when they first put this damn chip in his neck, and remembered every time they used it to try and condition the young saiyan. He remembered every failed training session ending in pain, the fear that they imprinted on him…
Without control over his body, Komatsu quickly plummeted to the ground, hitting it hard before the searing pain suddenly stopped.
He would cough and wheeze as he regained proper function of his body, looking up towards Negi with fear and hatred in his eyes. He hated being reminded of just how small he was… of how he would never be free of them… he would never be strong enough…
‘No… even they pitied me… I’m sick of being the weak one! I’m sick of being vulnerable!’
He thought to himself angrily, shaking his head to try and free himself of the thoughts that had plagued him for so long. He slowly pushed himself back up to his feet and began to charge his Atomic Strike in both of his fists, glaring up at Negi defiantly.
“Ohh so after all this time you found some fight that was left in there hunh?”
Negi gloated, pushing down on the button once again.
This time, Komatsu didn’t scream even as the pain washed over him. He wanted to throw up as the pain was so intense. He would buckle under the pressure, falling to his knee’s once more.
‘Dad… I need your strength…’
He would think to himself, his eyes screwed shut tightly as he tried to prevent himself from making any noise that would satisfy Neji. Once he had thought those words however, he felt a sudden rush of strength surge through him! His eyes snapped open, his normally black irises having switched to aqua. A golden aura began to rise up around him, engulfing the young saiyan like a fire! The aura would slowly pick up at his hair that now began to flash gold only to return to black.
Komatsu pushed himself to his feet, his shaking slowly stopping as he did so. His power level would suddenly start to spike upwards! It jumped from 70,000 to 200,000 and was still climbing!
“W..What is going on… there’s no way that a brat like you… no… you still aren’t a super saiyan…’
Negi would growl as he watched on in disbelief. He would crank the pain threshold to maximum as he feared what might happen if Komatsu actually managed to achieve this transformation…
Komatsu would buckle once more as the pain was shot up to the maximum. He would even throw up as his body tried to surpass the pain he was feeling. Though, as his power level continued to climb, he found it much easier to ignore the effects of the chip.
At 400,000 Komatsu would suddenly vanish from his spot, appearing right in front of Negi with an immense amount of hatred in his eyes. His Atomic Strike empowered hands would surge forward, one gripping the hand that was holding the controller so tightly he could feel the bones shattering under his grip. The other hand flew directly into Negi’s armour and into his chest cavity. The strike would then explode upon contact, not even allowing Negi a moment to feel the pain caused to him as his body literally exploded from the inside.
The young boy didn’t feel as if it was enough though… his anger would continue to rise along with his power level. He needed more than the easy kill, he needed the pain within his body to stop!
A small piece of Komatsu would peek through his enraged mind as Komatsu flew back down towards the ground. He would grab a broken piece of his ship and walk over to Negi’s pod. All the while, he would take the piece of the ship he had picked up and dig it deeply into the side of his own neck. He would start cutting away at the flesh and the muscle, blood pouring down the wound and staining his outfit heavily. He would cut and cut until Komatsu was able to reach into the wound with his hand and yank out the chip with another shriek of pain.
He would toss the chip aside before letting himself stumble into Negi’s spacepod. At this point, Komatsu’s power level began to quickly drop. The golden aura around him died, the golden flash of his hair stopped as Komatsu flopped into the chair, sealing the space pod.
He was now in immense pain. He brought his left hand up to the open gash in his neck that would surely cause the young saiyan to bleed out and die. His hand would glow bright red as he channelled his ki, using it to start healing the wound.
Meanwhile, his left hand would program the new co-ordinates of the spacepod, along with entering the only landing codes he knew. His fathers.
The spacepod would hum to life, lifting itself up in the air before taking off.
Komatsu barely made it until the pod reached Earth’s orbit. He fell unconscious before he even finished healing the wound. He had managed to stabilize himself and prevent himself from dying, but no doubt the sight when the spacepod would be opened would be grizzly.
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WC: 2,101
Learned OT-3 Atomic Strike
Learned ST-2 Recharge
Wearing Medium Weights and LMB please
First, he needed to decide which path to take. One road would keep him here on planet Earth where he would continue to train in peace, away from any immediate danger. He would no doubt be free for the first time in a very long time. He could travel the world, live for himself, train at his own pace… On the other hand, the second path would take him home, back to Planet Natto.
He had to admit that he was scared of going back. What would his grand-mother’s reaction be? He already knew his uncle Miso would be pissed off no matter what he did… he always seemed to be angry with him.
“Probably because I’m just not like Nasu…”
The boy would mumble as he soared through the darkening blue skies of planet Earth. He was currently headed towards the Western lands, towards the spot his spacepod (along with that of the other two saiyans). No matter what his decision was, he needed to secure it to make sure he could ever even hope to make it to planet Natto.
“I just don’t know anymore… that stupid machine must of screwed up with my thoughts more than I originally figured… damn it… what am I supposed to do… you guys could have told me that.”
He said to himself with a sigh, his thoughts going back to when he met his parents in other world. He couldn’t help but smile as the memories continued to play through his mind. He had broken down in front of them even though he had been trying so hard to be strong. It didn’t matter to them though, they simply held him and let him cry it out… It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in years. He felt loved then, he had found the only people who actually cared about him enough to show it. Wasn’t that what he had been fighting for this whole time? For someone to notice him, for someone to care.
Sure he had been going about it all wrong, but he didn’t exactly have the best examples to learn from. With a sigh, his thoughts then went to their conversation about Nasu, and the path he had to choose became clear. Kimiko and Cambia would be okay here on planet Earth… they had each other, they had friends. Nasu on the other hand… well who did he have? He had his grandmother and uncle Miso… sure his grandmother would try to be the voice of reason with Nasu, but Miso had much more influence over him…
“Man… he’s so annoying…”
Komatsu muttered as he finally came in for a landing in the middle of the three craters created by the saiyans when they had arrived on Earth. He walked straight for his own pod, still lost in thought as he walked towards it.
He was so focused on his own inner turmoil, he didn’t notice another saiyan rising out from one of the other pods. Komatsu floated down the crater to his own pod as the saiyan floated over, a frown on his face as he raised a hand and charged up a quick technique. He would fire it down past Komatsu towards the spacepod he was headed for. In a single moment, his spacepod suddenly exploded, sending debris scattering in every direction, even wailing against his armor and very quickly snapping the young saiyan back to reality.
He flew upwards away from the pod with haste, looking back down to the source of the explosion and frowning.
“Negi… you bastard what the hell was that about!?”
Komatsu yelled down at the man who had once been his ‘squad leader’ and prison guard. She clenched his fist tightly as he glared down at the saiyan male who levitated himself until he was at eye level with Komatsu.
“Where the hell have you been brat? Hm?! While you were off enjoying your temporary freedom, we lost Sato. Did you think that by getting close to the Prince you could ensure your freedom? Oh and yes, I know all about that brat.”
Negi scolded the younger saiyan as he reached to the belt of his saiyan armour. He retrieved what looked like a remote from it, causing Komatsu to fly back a couple of paces, his eyes focused on the remote in his hands.
“H…hey. Negi it’s not like that… The Prince didn’t want to go back to planet Vegeta s..so I befriended him, helped him in hopes of convincing him. I was going to come back but…”
His words were cut off as Negi crossed his arms, his thumb dancing over the large button on the remote.
“But, you got comfortable, found your dear older brother and hoped that he could save you. Is that it? You even joined his assault on the Earth’s Kami. Stupid move brat! The Empire won’t stand for making enemies in the state it’s in! You really screwed up brat.”
He growled, though smirked in satisfaction as he could see the fear in Komatsu’s eyes.
“Negi… please.”
Komatsu couldn’t help but shake. He was trying hard to compose himself, but it was like all of the feelings that the cleansing machine had helped quench were rising to the surface again. All of his old fears slowly began to creep in again. He couldn’t let Negi or the Empire have him again! There was no way in hell he was going back! He quickly brought his right hand forward and instantly fired a Rail Gun attack towards the remote that Negi held.
With a smirk though, the older saiyan would leave behind an after-image of himself just as the attack collided with him. He would quickly push the button and relish in the sound that followed.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH”
Komatsu’s blood curling scream filled the air as his body began to seize. It looked like lightning was suddenly dancing around his body. The remote that Negi held activated a chip that had been planted within komatsu’s neck when he had first been captured. The chip connected to his nervous system, and depending on the settings the controllers were set too, could light every one of his nerve endings on fire.
Tears would stream down the young saiyan’s face as the pain brought every memory of his torture within the Empire back. He could remember every stab, he remembered when they first put this damn chip in his neck, and remembered every time they used it to try and condition the young saiyan. He remembered every failed training session ending in pain, the fear that they imprinted on him…
Without control over his body, Komatsu quickly plummeted to the ground, hitting it hard before the searing pain suddenly stopped.
He would cough and wheeze as he regained proper function of his body, looking up towards Negi with fear and hatred in his eyes. He hated being reminded of just how small he was… of how he would never be free of them… he would never be strong enough…
‘ I’m sorry Koma… I’m sorry we died and left you all alone. I’m so very sorry… I wish I could be there for all of you. ‘
‘No… even they pitied me… I’m sick of being the weak one! I’m sick of being vulnerable!’
He thought to himself angrily, shaking his head to try and free himself of the thoughts that had plagued him for so long. He slowly pushed himself back up to his feet and began to charge his Atomic Strike in both of his fists, glaring up at Negi defiantly.
“Ohh so after all this time you found some fight that was left in there hunh?”
Negi gloated, pushing down on the button once again.
This time, Komatsu didn’t scream even as the pain washed over him. He wanted to throw up as the pain was so intense. He would buckle under the pressure, falling to his knee’s once more.
‘we would never allow the Empire to keep you hostage, Koma! ‘
‘Dad… I need your strength…’
He would think to himself, his eyes screwed shut tightly as he tried to prevent himself from making any noise that would satisfy Neji. Once he had thought those words however, he felt a sudden rush of strength surge through him! His eyes snapped open, his normally black irises having switched to aqua. A golden aura began to rise up around him, engulfing the young saiyan like a fire! The aura would slowly pick up at his hair that now began to flash gold only to return to black.
Komatsu pushed himself to his feet, his shaking slowly stopping as he did so. His power level would suddenly start to spike upwards! It jumped from 70,000 to 200,000 and was still climbing!
“W..What is going on… there’s no way that a brat like you… no… you still aren’t a super saiyan…’
Negi would growl as he watched on in disbelief. He would crank the pain threshold to maximum as he feared what might happen if Komatsu actually managed to achieve this transformation…
Komatsu would buckle once more as the pain was shot up to the maximum. He would even throw up as his body tried to surpass the pain he was feeling. Though, as his power level continued to climb, he found it much easier to ignore the effects of the chip.
At 400,000 Komatsu would suddenly vanish from his spot, appearing right in front of Negi with an immense amount of hatred in his eyes. His Atomic Strike empowered hands would surge forward, one gripping the hand that was holding the controller so tightly he could feel the bones shattering under his grip. The other hand flew directly into Negi’s armour and into his chest cavity. The strike would then explode upon contact, not even allowing Negi a moment to feel the pain caused to him as his body literally exploded from the inside.
The young boy didn’t feel as if it was enough though… his anger would continue to rise along with his power level. He needed more than the easy kill, he needed the pain within his body to stop!
A small piece of Komatsu would peek through his enraged mind as Komatsu flew back down towards the ground. He would grab a broken piece of his ship and walk over to Negi’s pod. All the while, he would take the piece of the ship he had picked up and dig it deeply into the side of his own neck. He would start cutting away at the flesh and the muscle, blood pouring down the wound and staining his outfit heavily. He would cut and cut until Komatsu was able to reach into the wound with his hand and yank out the chip with another shriek of pain.
He would toss the chip aside before letting himself stumble into Negi’s spacepod. At this point, Komatsu’s power level began to quickly drop. The golden aura around him died, the golden flash of his hair stopped as Komatsu flopped into the chair, sealing the space pod.
He was now in immense pain. He brought his left hand up to the open gash in his neck that would surely cause the young saiyan to bleed out and die. His hand would glow bright red as he channelled his ki, using it to start healing the wound.
Meanwhile, his left hand would program the new co-ordinates of the spacepod, along with entering the only landing codes he knew. His fathers.
The spacepod would hum to life, lifting itself up in the air before taking off.
Komatsu barely made it until the pod reached Earth’s orbit. He fell unconscious before he even finished healing the wound. He had managed to stabilize himself and prevent himself from dying, but no doubt the sight when the spacepod would be opened would be grizzly.
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WC: 2,101
Learned OT-3 Atomic Strike
Learned ST-2 Recharge
Wearing Medium Weights and LMB please
