First Mission: Earth (Open)

While he was flying towards the high power level, Nasu’s scouter beeped once again, scanning another absurd power level of 10,913. ”Wow!” the saiyan exclaimed inside his mind, immediately stopping his flight midair. He gritted his teeth and frowned his brows and a drop of cold sweat ran down his left temple, right on top of his distinguishing cross-shaped scar. ”Almost eleven thousand?! Does he have a new companion?! That means trouble!” the young saiyan warrior gulped. Nasu was no cowards, don’t get the wrong idea, but he valued his life quite a lot, and had very clear goals in his life, that would be destroyed if he happened to die due to recklessness.

Nasu then shook his head from one side to the other rather quickly, as if he was trying to shake the fear off him, and decided to continue his way towards the initial power level. His mind was troubled because it was becoming quite common to find those powers on Earth. ”Is there any great scheme going on now?! One year without intel is a pain… Maybe… Just maybe… I should reach the Alliance’s communication channel…” he was still reticent about asking them for aid, since he was pissed with their stand on the Kagami business, but he was being cornered lately.

Anyway, when he got closer to the source of those energy signatures, he first saw a silver-haired earthling woman on the ground, that didn’t look like much, but the scouter appointed her as the owner of the higher power level. She had breasts too large to help her fighting, and Nasu just grimaced a little bit more when he stared at her. Shortly after that, though, a young saiyan kid came flying towards them, and he was the source of the other high power level, and that made Nasu rather angry. ”How come a brat is so strong?! I wasn’t on that level when I was this kid’s age! What a pest!” envy took control over his heart, and that made him angry.

Oddly enough, when the kid stared at him, he froze as if he was seeing a ghost. Nasu found that really odd, and his expression became more serious, and he even arched one of his eyebrows. Now that he was looking at him, the kid looked quite familiar. ”This long weird hair… And this expression… I’m sure I saw this kid before…” his mind was working hard to remember, but, when the kid said something, Nasu couldn’t hear, because the earthling woman spoke almost at the same time, asking who was responsible for the explosions around the area.

Well… Nasu had been the one responsible for that, but since she threatened the one responsible, he wasn’t really willing to admit his guilt. The young saiyan warrior took a quick glance at the skies, just to remember that this night wouldn’t be a full moon night, and that sealed his decision to lie. He stared at the woman with nothing but despise on his eyes.

– I don’t know… Nor do I care. Fuck off, woman! I’m interested on that little guy over there! – he said in a cocky and harsh tone, pointing his finger towards Komatsu. – I know you from somewhere… You look familiar! Empire or Alliance?! – he asked straight on. Due to the sort of armor he was wearing, he was inclined to believe he was with the Empire, but to look so familiar? He had to make sure.

The little brat had a hell of an attitude and that made Nasu smirk. ”Gotta say I liked the little brat’s attitude!” he thought to himself, as the little saiyan came right towards him with his glowing fist. However, the sight of that technique made him freeze for a while, as his mind boggled like crazy. ”Wait a second! This technique… It cannot be!!” his surprise led him to be caught off guard by the atomic strike of the younger saiyan, and he flew like a rocked, colliding with a stone cliff nearby, crashing it to the ground. A few seconds later, Nasu floated back up. He was dirty, but other than that he was still pretty fine. His had some serious look on his face right now and stared the kid right into his eyes.

– Brat… This technique… This is my mother’s technique! Who the fuck are you?! You better start speaking, or I’m gonna give you so much pain you will wish I would just freaking kill you! – he said in an angered and hurt tone. His rage was blinding, and due to that he was failing to recognize that the little saiyan there was his kin. On the deepest side of his mind, he was slowly coming to realize that, but it would still take a while for that memory to ring any bell. On the meantime, they would probably fight.

The kid was starting to push his luck to its very limit; daring to speak ill of his mother, Tomoroko, one of the strongest warriors known in the whole galaxy? And then he began to underestimate Nasu himself, calling him old man. ”Old man?! That’s new… I’m gonna enjoy beating this long haired prick!” he thought to himself as he stared at the kid. When he flared his crimson aura again, that started really deeply bothering Nasu. ”This aura…” but then he shook his head, to drift away from such thoughts as the kid started to charge some sort of energy attack. It seemed simple enough, so Nasu decided he would try to do the very same attack, and began charging blue-colored energy spheres on both his hands.

Nasu responded his attack by throwing his hands forward one after another as he rapidly fired many energy blasts. His goal was to both destroy the energy spheres fired by Komatsu, as well as to surpass his own attack and damage him slightly, as the amount of energy that would be left after such a clash wouldn’t be all that much, but would still show the kid that his technique was superior, and that he was indeed the better warrior.

– How about this, brat?! This is a real Continuous Energy Bullet! Taste a glimpse of my power and shiver in fear, you pitful bug! – he roared in an angered tone, as he attacked Komatsu. By now the two of them were already completing ignoring the annoying mutterings of the human woman down there, as she meant nothing to them anymore. When saiyans are into play, the minor beings can be easily overwhelmed.

Those reflexes… All that body movement, his little mannerisms, it was all too familiar, but Nasu was blind with the will of winning that clash of power: his honor as a saiyan was at stake should he fail to beat a child. The brat managed to fly upward again as soon as the situation got dangerous for him, as Nasu clearly won the Continuous Energy Bullet clash, showing once again that he excelled in skill, and was indeed the better fighter of the duo, but, still, the brat wasn’t going to give up: he wanted more, and he shall receive it.

His words were starting to bother Nasu, he kept on saying something about him resembling someone, and the only person he could accept being compared to was his father, Natto, the person he almost worshipped as a legend. That comment made him grit his teeth and stare to the saiyan boy as he, once again, copied one of his mother’s technique, this time, the Rail Gun. The saiyan warrior frowned his brows and a drop of cold sweat ran down his left temple, touching his cross-shaped scar as an absurd amount of rage started filling up his heart.

– You will suffer boy! I won’t tolerate you copying my mother’s techniques anymore!!!! My mother was a legend! And so was my father! And now I will counter you goddamn mockery with one of my father’s techniques! One he created in honor of my mother, that you constantly mock! – he roared as he drew his right hand back to his right side charging a red-colored energy sphere. Then, Nasu brought his hand forward, together with his left hand – he couldn’t fire it single handedly like his father – and pointed the energy sphere to Komatsu, as the kid fired his Rail Gun.

– Hahaha! This tiny miserable ball of yours will fade with my bright crimson light!!! Shine Trigger!!!! – the saiyan warrior shouted as he fired his powerful red energy wave straight at Komatsu. His Shine Trigger clashed with Komatsu’s Rail Gun and a beam struggle started. It didn’t last long, though, as the Shine Trigger quickly overwhelmed the kid’s attack, although lost a considerable amount of power.

The energy blast continue heading towards Komatsu, aiming to hit him right on the chest area. The Shine Trigger technique was part of one of the most distinguish attacks Natto had, along with his Spirit Cannon, and maybe now the kid would start to realize who that white battle suited saiyan was.

It was with great satisfaction that Nasu watched his energy beam to overcome Komatsu’s and saw the despair on the kid’s face. When the attack hit, an explosion took place, filling that small part of the sky with smoke. After a couple seconds, the smoke started to dissipate and there was the saiyan kid, injured and morally defeated. His shoulder guard was blown away, as well as part of his armor’s chest piece, which made Nasu chuckle: he had been using the same armor piece for a little over a year and it wasn’t even damaged yet. The kid spoke again, but he didn’t care, as he was ready to attack him once again. ”Gonna show him some more pain, before I decide what to do with this little bug!” he thought to himself as he started charging blue energy on his right fist.

The kid was angry and he knew it, but he was determined to continue punishing him until he spoke again. Surprisingly, the kid said something that no one else could know. When he said that, it made Nasu realize that he hadn’t seen his younger brother on Planet Natto after the war, for the short span of time he stayed there. Back then he just thought that the kid was sent abroad for protection or training, but only know he managed to connect the dots. That made him arches both of his eyebrows and widens his eyes. Sweat once again ran down his temple. ”It cannot be… But… Indeed… That face… That unkempt long hair… It has to be him…” Nasu gulped with the thought: he was really close to seriously injure his kin.

Nasu grit his teeth, sort of angry with himself, but too proud to admit. Then he made the stupid thing he always does: directed his anger towards the innocent one, Komatsu. – They were killed there, you stupid little brat! What did you expect?! Your baby sitter to come pick you up?! And why the hell were you on Vegeta?! A shitty weakly little brat like yourself shouldn’t be in a war! Don’t you dare badmouth our parents, or I will beat you for real! – he roared, spitting afterwards. – Barely recognized you, to be honest… You grew a lot, but you are still a weakling! – that was his way to admit he failed to recognize his brother and that he felt guilty for that.