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Kazuya
<Vegito –Dragonball Z>
<Vegito –Dragonball Z>
Name: Kazuya
Age: 25
Race: Saiyan
Gender: Male
Universe: 6
Height: 72”
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Identifying Markers: Kazuya’s hair, though spiked like many Saiyans, forms two pointed locks that drift just over the brow. This is a hair style uncommon in a base form, though for him, it was given at birth and is little more than commonplace.
Personality: Many a Saiyan of Universe 6 will find themselves struggling to shine their light upon the vast darkness of space. They save what lives they can and combat forces bent for evil, all for the sake of their morals and personal sense of justice. Kazuya is no such Saiyan. Though not unlike most of his race, Kazuya is especially effected by the genetics particular to that heritage, a heritage of warriors. He lives for combat. Never satisfied, Kazuya seeks out stronger opponents and is known to, at times, make questionable decisions to steer into one. He’s even let vicious killers roam free in hopes that they might grow stronger and challenge him once more.
Not unlike certain counterparts from the other main Universe, Kazuya is not completely consumed by his lust for battle. A sense of morality has settled deep within him, a brand placed upon most Saiyans of the sixth universe. At times, however, this brand of his may burn too deep, for he sees within the hearts of all. Kazuya has found that most individuals are right by their own standard and he provides an effort to understand others’ ways of thinking. He is the one to speak with a known murderer and make judgements in stark contrast to others of his general alignment.
However, there are things which he cannot forgive and his wrath is not to be trifled with. Though aware of the capacity for change, Kazuya often ignores it and is known to bear a grudge for quite some time. His temper is short, his beliefs strong, and his passion hot.
Likes/Dislikes: The indescribable elation of combat satiates a burning hunger deep within Kazuya’s soul. Growth is the means by which a person comes into their fullest potential, their true self. To seek perfection is to chase after one’s purpose. This is how Kazuya sees life, sees himself.
The actions of others cannot be controlled and are not to be manipulated. People may choose good and in that they will find his support, his encouragement, and his friendship. But to do evil is to place oneself on the edge of a finely sharpened sword, a weapon of vengeance and of justice that cuts down any daft enough to stand against it. In there one will find an enemy unlike any they’ve faced before.
Aspirations: A true aspiration is one that cannot be reached within any given lifetime. An aspiration of a warrior race born and bred for battle, honed for justice, is only worthy when it is to reach ever higher, to become stronger than any could imagine and to then use that power for the selfless benefit of others.
Homeworld: Planet Sadal
Allegiance: The Saiyan Kingdom
Starting Planet: Planet Sadal
Appearance: A Saiyan of the warrior class might find better comfort in the protection of sturdy armor, fitted to the body like a second skin and lined with protective measures to keep safe the wearer, but Kazuya is one more suited to skill than strength. Those that rely on power and raw ability fight with a straightforward approach and it is those people that find preference in the typical battle armor. Kazuya, as clever as he is skilled, fights with a more tactical approach. He is a fighter of finesse and art as much as he is in power and ability, and for this reason he finds his preference in the loose, much more comfortable clothing of a martial artist.
These clothes hold none of the protective value of actual battle armor, but they do cover the body and allow for much more flexibility and ease of movement. On his torso, Kazuya wears an orange, short sleeved shirt underlying a blue gi. The gi reveals much of the chest, covered by the undershirt, and tucks neatly beneath a blue sash wrapped snugly about the waist. The pants start somewhere beneath the sash and fit even more loosely than the top over the legs, tucking into white boots with ample slack for any variety of leg motions. His hands are adorned with gloves as white as his boots and his ears with earrings not unlike the Potara worn by the Kaioshin. These are, to him, a reminder of who he is and why he fights.
Backstory: Daikon and Mei are two full blooded Saiyans born and raised on Planet Sadal. Daikon belongs to the warrior class; he’d spent his entire life training and fighting for everything he believed in with the aspiration of obtaining the throne of the Saiyan people. He grew strong enough that he thought himself close to finally reaching his goal, until he met Mei. Mei comes from a family of fighters as devout as Daikon, but she chose for herself a path more scholarly. She was always a smart one from birth and seemed capable of using that to her advantage all throughout life. Mei has always been of the belief that most conflict can be avoided with tactical strategy. Imagine the pair those two made when they fell in love. Suddenly, the throne seemed to Daikon such a paltry goal, and though he continued to maintain his form and skill, he became much less interested in fighting. Mei, too, came to be much more tolerant of combat. Though they felt like one several years prior to their marriage, it wasn’t until the birth of their first son that the reality of their lives really set in. They were a family, bound to one another for life.
The newborn boy was given the name of his paternal grandfather, Kazuya, a great warrior that gave his life in the salvation of a foreign home world. He was rightfully labeled a hero by Saiyan standards, and though Daikon had never met the man, he revered him greatly. Daikon raised little Kazuya with the same intensity that he had been, training the boy in his family’s ways with the help from both sides of the family. Mei recognized the importance of physical strength in this universe of theirs, but she would not let her child grow without the influence of knowledge that had so greatly shaped her. For this reason, Kazuya grew to be both smart and powerful, a fighter and a thinker bred into one with the closeness and love of a tightly knit family holding him high.
Kazuya was merely eleven years of age when Daikon elected to bring him along on a job. There was a planet whose name is now either forgotten or unspoken, under invasion from a group of bandits and pirates known for ransacking entire worlds and tearing apart civilizations. Daikon was selected as part of a team to go and bring that group to justice, saving a planet and its people in the process. An unforeseen meteor storm savaged the team; only a few pods made it to the surface, hardly enough to combat their enemy. Kazuya and Daikon barely survived the massacre with their lives and they fled back to Planet Sadal, defeated. Though easily forgiven, Daikon felt the cold touch of guilt every single night when he gazed upon the starry sky. He knew that saving his son was the right choice, but he would’ve liked to fight until his last breath for the sake of his comrades.
Kazuya had seen his first peek into battle that day and he hasn’t been the same since. His drive skyrocketed and his passion burned brighter than ever. His studies and his training intensified tremendously; Mei had a fight on her hands every night just to force the child into bed. Daikon was proud of his boy’s burning intensity, of course, though Mei grew concerned for his health. Any normal person would have collapsed many times over with what Kazuya was putting his body through, but his Saiyan physiology won out every time and he just bounced back stronger the more he pushed himself.
By age eighteen, Kazuya had grown into a full-fledged warrior. His power had become near that of his father’s and his wits a match even for his mother. Jobs came and went and with each success he grew more and more popular. Five years passed without a single failure until a certain mishap. What was supposed to be a basic, almost routine job on Planet Litros quickly became a replay of his experience at age eleven. Reports of a small pirate group had been largely understated; there were far greater numbers than what was briefed and Kazuya’s small band of Saiyans never stood a chance. What’s more, there was a particularly skilled fighter amongst the pirates that none of the regular, typical class Saiyans could have hoped to stand against. That didn’t stop Kazuya from trying, but he was inevitably forced to retreat. Few lives were lost that day, yet still it came as a huge blow to the young Saiyan. After all of the training and work he’d gone through, he still wasn’t good enough. It was a conversation with his mother that spun his outlook around. He’d trained so hard and come so far and there still so much further to go! The limits were boundless and he could continue to grow and become better than he might ever dream.
Techniques
<Balanced Tree>
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Finger Beam
[25% Damage]
[li][VT-1] Scatter Finger Beam[/li]
Charging a larger amount of Ki and spreading it into all five fingers, the user can launch five separate beams from one hand that can target up to five points.
[25% Damage, Multiple Targets]
[li][OT-1]Spirit Cannon[/li]
With one hand, the user unleashes a powerful Ki wave capable of encompassing a person and potentially vaporizing them.
[25% Damage]
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Support Tiers
- [PT-1] Flight
[See above.]
[li][PT-1]Spirit Sword[/li]
With a steady concentration of ki, the user can create a blade of energy capable of expanding and retracting at will.
[See above.]
[li][PT-1] Ki Sense[/li]
Allows one to have a general sense of people’s Power Level so long as they are in the same region.
[See above.]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
”So, that’s it, huh?” A cracked voice came from old and worn speakers inside a warm, cramped pod. Light, hopeful eyes glanced out through the violet-hued screen upon a lush, green planet. Clouds littered its atmosphere and its rotation could just barely be seen from this distance. In the dark vastness of space and with the light of a red sun shining brilliantly from behind, it looked magnificent. A finger garbed in white pressed softly upon the small red button and Kazuya was allowed to respond. “Yeah…” He started, his spherical pod growing increasingly closer to the outer layer. “…Planet Litros.”
A septet of space pods descended upon the green world in the darkest hours of the night. The sun was on the direct opposite side, affording them maybe six hours of night, given this planet’s rotation. The days and nights were shorter, but at least this place had only one sun. Kazuya was one that preferred the cover of darkness for sleep and he found himself tiring out often on those world with longer days and shorter nights. Smoke heralded the pod’s opening, a brief rush of air sounding as the screen creaked open. Kazuya stepped out beneath the light of stars and looked about the densely forested area. They had landed amidst a rather small clearing, affording a clean landing for those pods but leaving the group fairly out in the open. Saiyans were accustomed to this and rarely sought the cover of trees, for they were a fighting race hardly needing tactics befitting assassins and the like.
The setup for camp was rather quick; each Saiyan pulled from his or her own pod a mat to rest on while one found a thick, high branch to sit upon. Rizzo kept watch from the cover of trees, which gave him a vantage point over the group that lay in the clearing and removed him from view so that any attacks won’t be so easily laid against him, as the only person able to wake the group in the case of emergencies. Sleep was of little concern for him, as he rested heavily on the way here, knowing his watch was the first and, hopefully, only one to be taken. This all should be over by the next nightfall.
Morning’s rays struck Sara’s lightly closed eyelids, beckoning her to wake. She sat up to find the rest of the group already risen, preparing their gear for the short travel to the nearby village where the next attack was predicted to happen. This pirate group liked to target the smaller civilizations on the planet first, those without the ability to elicit aid off world. Unfortunately for them, this was a unified planet and those larger cities, the ones with that exact ability, called for help on the behalf of their smaller brethren.
Kazuya’s routine was complete once he’d donned his earrings. While they were of little value to any other, they were extremely precious to him, a gift that represented something important, something invaluable. The young Saiyan went to the outskirts of the clearing, glancing about for the perimeter alarm system. It was a common tool that a lot of teams were adopting, something to alert anyone nearby of an approaching presence when a lookout could not stand watch. Rizzo was to get some rest during these daylight hours and should have set the system up during the night before, but Kazuya saw no signs of it. “Rizzo?” He called out. No reply came. “Rizzo!” He began shouting. The others looked at him and then all around, wondering where their ally might be. “Fan out, search for him!” Kazuya commanded.
Having been one of the best subordinates on practically all of his missions, based on the reports of his commanders and his associates alike, Kazuya was offered the opportunity to take point on smaller missions in preparation for his promotion to official team leader. That was a huge step for one so young; it was indicative of not only strength, but tactical, teamwork, and leadership skills as well. This was only his third mission to lead and with a majority of members that he’d both worked with and led on previous missions. They had gotten into a set routine, growing increasingly in efficiency. That’s why this should have been a simple mission; a small group of enemies to capture or kill as circumstances dictate with a team that knows how to work well together.
By the time Sara had readied herself for the day, the rest of the group was returning back to the circle of space pods that marked their campsite. “Any sign?” Kazuya asked. The rest of them shook their head. “Wait, hey. It looks like he found something!” Sara piped up, pointing to the South. Seitaro was moving about just inside the tree line. He pulled something free and flew back to camp where the others gasped in horror. It was Rizzo –some of him, at least. He’d been cut just below the shoulders with wounds consistent with an edged weapon, removing his right arm but leaving his left. The face held a look of tremendous suffering, pain so great that it lingered beyond even death.
Rage palpably tremendous lingered in the air as the blood of five Saiyans boiled all at once. One glance from Kazuya was all it took for Seitaro to go about taking care of their ally’s body. While he was at work, the other Saiyans gathered around to hear the plan. They wanted to share in the revenge that was most certainly about to happen. “Spread out, find them. Signal the moment you find them.” Kazuya’s words resounded more like an ominous growl than speech and it took no verbal order from him at all for the other three Saiyans to rush into the skies. Sara was the only one to remain by Kazuya’s side. She was not of the war-like variety of her race; she was a gentler sort and felt in this moment of suffering an intense pain, where everyone else endured insurmountable rage. Tears started to well up in her eyes, her hands covering her mouth and holding her belly as if it could keep the emotions at bay.
The young troupe leader took the girl up in his arms and held her without saying a word. She gripped him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder while he stared blankly at the ceremonious burning of Rizzo’s body. His eyes were shaking, his pupils edging between colorful intensity and complete darkness. Seitaro finished the rite, creating a small mound of what rocks he could find. A large one adorned the top, Rizzo’s name and family crest burned freshly upon it. Seitaro glanced back to see the two standing idly in the field. He thought nothing of it, knowing Sara’s emotional state and the bond Kazuya shared with her. Without a word, Seitaro took to the air so that he might seek out some target for his aggression.
The brilliant illumination of a wide ranging and abnormally large purple energy beam fired off into the clouds. That was the signal. The leaves trembled violently with the rush of air that only a group in rapid flight could provide. Seita, Seitaro’s sister, held a short, violet-skinned humanoid alien in the air, a powerful grip around his throat. Purple energy emanated from her other hand, a small orb of condensed power just waiting to be unleashed on this deserving, vile soul. She was obviously livid. By the time the other Saiyan’s arrived, the pirate had just about lost consciousness. Seitaro stayed his sister’s hand, taking from her the pirate so that he might interrogate. He was just as angry, if not more, but he had learned some modicum control over his temper.
Eager to loose his wrath, Kazuya would have joined his brethren if not for Sara. She’d known Rizzo all her life and the thought of losing him was too much. She’d seen death before, sure, but not someone so close to her. Never would she see that friend again, one of very few people she had grown close to. Maybe it was his particular fondness of this female Saiyan, or his devotion to his duties as team leader, but Kazuya would not leave Sara alone until she’d regained composure.
It was a good thing, too, as the trees began rustling with sudden movement. Pirate warriors emerged from the entire tree line, well over triple the numbers that were provided on the report. They’d closed ten meters distance before Kazuya took notice of them. “Sara, stay here.” He whispered. A wrathful Kazuya burst from the pod circle and with incredible fury unleashed hell upon those responsible for Rizzo’s death.
Yellow Ki gathered upon his fingertip, an attack originally designed to wound a single target and in some cases, blow a hole straight through them. Kazuya, however, had something more sinister in mind. His Ki spiked and focused the beam. His arm swung around, starting with as far left as could be targeted and ending all the way to the right. Half of the enemy force was sliced in two, their final expressions eerily similar: a mix of surprise and full blown terror. They were dead, or would be soon enough, but Kazuya was in a state of rage. He rushed the still airborne torsos of those nearest him and pummeled them with as many blows packing as much power as he could muster. They were a bloody mess when he’d finished, and he himself had been covered in what could best be described as a coat of crimson. There was so much blood.
The rest of them hadn’t even made it to the pod circle when the rest of the Saiyan force entered the scene. Seitaro had extracted the information they needed, that the one outlying pirate was merely a decoy, and so they flew as fast as they could to return before their equipment was stolen and two other allies’ lives lost. They fought hard and won the battle with ease, only afterward seeing what Kazuya had done on the side opposite them. It would have been a good plan on the pirates’ part, if not for Saiyan rage. Those numbers would normally have easily won.
As their rushing blood and beating hearts calmed from the battle, so too did their lust for vengeance. Rizzo had been mostly avenged; there wouldn’t be any true justice until all traces of those pirates were removed from this planet. “What’s the plan?” Seitaro asked. “There’s about three hours of daylight left. We’ll need to split up and scour the planet for any signs of an enemy force. They’re obviously interested in our technology, so we’ll need a guard stationed here, too.” Kazuya, wiping the last of the blood from his clothes, responded. The rest nodded, Seita volunteering to stay with the pods. One might think it’d be Sara, but she was eager to fight now, too. Emotional and a thinker though she may be, she was still Saiyan.
“Signal once you spot something.” Kazuya reminded everyone before they took flight. They all spread out in separate directions, flying fast but scanning the ground level thoroughly. The pirates did not seem capable of flight, so finding them would be fairly simple, especially given what their numbers were likely to be, based off of how many they were able to spare for a side robbery job. Their main intention was planetary conquest, or should be, with those numbers, and so they were likely to be in some proximity to the larger cities. That was Kazuya’s reasoning, at least, and why he elected to take the direction leading to Listros, the planetary capital.
It wasn’t but an hour and a half into his search that Kazuya reached the massive sprawling empire of a city. It was a wonder to behold, but it had many places hidden from even an aerial view. He slowed his flight to better scan what he could of the ground level. There were plenty of people bustling about the city, but none that looked anything like the band of misfits in shoddy body armor.
The young leader just passed the city up when the sun began to set, and he decided it best to head back. As soon as he turned about, however, he saw a purple light appear in the sky. That was the signal. He hardly had time to consider it before he was knocked clear out of the sky. A large man, someone that looked quite like a Saiyan but didn’t quite feel like one, stood high in the sky, glaring down at the crater Kazuya’s body had made. That punch was extremely hard; it took the young Saiyan a few seconds just to gather his thoughts. When he did, he realized just what he was in for. The power of the person up there was massive, easily twice his own. There wasn’t a chance he’d be able to win, but that wouldn’t stop him. He had a mission to complete and allies relying on him. Kazuya stood and released a powerful Ki wave.
The mysterious pirate batted it away like a toy and rushed in. Kazuya’s eyes couldn’t even track the figure before he was suddenly bending over, the breath knocked out of him and a powerful pain in his abdomen. The enemy was upon him, punching and kicking with moves that he could barely perceive, let alone block. He tried to fight, releasing all of his energy and power and will in as great an assault as he could manage, but he was beaten down, crushed into the ground until he could no longer stand. Still conscious, yet unable to form words, Kazuya was carried away.
He knew not where he was taken, for somewhere along the way, he’d faded away into the depths of a restless slumber. When he awoke, he was chained to a wall in some dungeon. Struggle though he might, he still had not the strength to so much as budge the bolted bindings from their stone support. He stood there, resting his entire weight on uncomfortable shackles that kept him suspended in the air by his wrists and those at his ankles that bound him to the floor, preventing much movement at all in any direction. His back was against a stone wall that looked as sturdy as the ceiling, and he could not tell if he was alone. His vision was blurry and faded, his neck wounded such that turning it in any way was severely unappealing. Slight moans answered his question, though, and they sounded like Seitaro. He wanted to ask, but he still couldn’t form words. The pain from breathing alone was bringing him constantly to the edge of his normally impressive tolerance levels. He feared that trying to speak might hurt enough that he’d pass out again.
“K…Kazuya…is that you?” Seitaro’s voice, weakened, spoke out. Kazuya wanted to respond, but all he could was just remain in place, unmoving save for the shaking breathing patterns. Seitaro looked around, seeing the rest of the team all chained up in the same way, most of them unconscious and the rest nearing that point. Kazuya was easily in the worst shape; nothing could be expected of him until they could get him into a healing pod back on their home world. That might not have looked too possible, but Seitaro was a smart one. He’d seen the other signals going up before he was ambushed, like all the others, it seemed, and so he saved much of his power. He used it now, pulling with all of his energy against those restraints. The moved and rustled, even so much as appearing to bend, but they did not give.
A sudden blast of ki shattered them, though, and Seitaro looked over to see Sara, standing free and clear of her own restraints. “Hurry,” she whispered, “we have to free the others.” Seitaro and Sara went to work doing away with the binds on their comrades and blew a hole through the ceiling. They were imprisoned right below a large dining area with plenty of pirates that, while taken by surprise, wasted little time in jumping down to take care of their captives. Seita had awoken, though, and with her help, Seitaro and Sara gathered up the rest and started out. The other two were too weakened, but Sara was practically full strength, blasting away the hordes with powerful blasts. She wasn’t much of a close quarters fighter, like her allies, but she was probably the top of the team when it came to ki manipulation and natural raw stores of energy.
They managed an escape, barely thanks to Sara, and returned to find their pods being hauled away by another group of bandits. There were so many of them on this planet; there was just no way they could beat them all, not with the numbers they had. By the time they made it back, everyone was at least able to fly themselves, though not in much condition to fight. Kazuya was still out cold, however, only making slight grunting noises when they shifted him a bit too roughly. Still, they managed to clear out the thieves, if only barely, and escape into their pods to head back to Planet Sadal.
A septet of space pods descended upon the green world in the darkest hours of the night. The sun was on the direct opposite side, affording them maybe six hours of night, given this planet’s rotation. The days and nights were shorter, but at least this place had only one sun. Kazuya was one that preferred the cover of darkness for sleep and he found himself tiring out often on those world with longer days and shorter nights. Smoke heralded the pod’s opening, a brief rush of air sounding as the screen creaked open. Kazuya stepped out beneath the light of stars and looked about the densely forested area. They had landed amidst a rather small clearing, affording a clean landing for those pods but leaving the group fairly out in the open. Saiyans were accustomed to this and rarely sought the cover of trees, for they were a fighting race hardly needing tactics befitting assassins and the like.
The setup for camp was rather quick; each Saiyan pulled from his or her own pod a mat to rest on while one found a thick, high branch to sit upon. Rizzo kept watch from the cover of trees, which gave him a vantage point over the group that lay in the clearing and removed him from view so that any attacks won’t be so easily laid against him, as the only person able to wake the group in the case of emergencies. Sleep was of little concern for him, as he rested heavily on the way here, knowing his watch was the first and, hopefully, only one to be taken. This all should be over by the next nightfall.
Morning’s rays struck Sara’s lightly closed eyelids, beckoning her to wake. She sat up to find the rest of the group already risen, preparing their gear for the short travel to the nearby village where the next attack was predicted to happen. This pirate group liked to target the smaller civilizations on the planet first, those without the ability to elicit aid off world. Unfortunately for them, this was a unified planet and those larger cities, the ones with that exact ability, called for help on the behalf of their smaller brethren.
Kazuya’s routine was complete once he’d donned his earrings. While they were of little value to any other, they were extremely precious to him, a gift that represented something important, something invaluable. The young Saiyan went to the outskirts of the clearing, glancing about for the perimeter alarm system. It was a common tool that a lot of teams were adopting, something to alert anyone nearby of an approaching presence when a lookout could not stand watch. Rizzo was to get some rest during these daylight hours and should have set the system up during the night before, but Kazuya saw no signs of it. “Rizzo?” He called out. No reply came. “Rizzo!” He began shouting. The others looked at him and then all around, wondering where their ally might be. “Fan out, search for him!” Kazuya commanded.
Having been one of the best subordinates on practically all of his missions, based on the reports of his commanders and his associates alike, Kazuya was offered the opportunity to take point on smaller missions in preparation for his promotion to official team leader. That was a huge step for one so young; it was indicative of not only strength, but tactical, teamwork, and leadership skills as well. This was only his third mission to lead and with a majority of members that he’d both worked with and led on previous missions. They had gotten into a set routine, growing increasingly in efficiency. That’s why this should have been a simple mission; a small group of enemies to capture or kill as circumstances dictate with a team that knows how to work well together.
By the time Sara had readied herself for the day, the rest of the group was returning back to the circle of space pods that marked their campsite. “Any sign?” Kazuya asked. The rest of them shook their head. “Wait, hey. It looks like he found something!” Sara piped up, pointing to the South. Seitaro was moving about just inside the tree line. He pulled something free and flew back to camp where the others gasped in horror. It was Rizzo –some of him, at least. He’d been cut just below the shoulders with wounds consistent with an edged weapon, removing his right arm but leaving his left. The face held a look of tremendous suffering, pain so great that it lingered beyond even death.
Rage palpably tremendous lingered in the air as the blood of five Saiyans boiled all at once. One glance from Kazuya was all it took for Seitaro to go about taking care of their ally’s body. While he was at work, the other Saiyans gathered around to hear the plan. They wanted to share in the revenge that was most certainly about to happen. “Spread out, find them. Signal the moment you find them.” Kazuya’s words resounded more like an ominous growl than speech and it took no verbal order from him at all for the other three Saiyans to rush into the skies. Sara was the only one to remain by Kazuya’s side. She was not of the war-like variety of her race; she was a gentler sort and felt in this moment of suffering an intense pain, where everyone else endured insurmountable rage. Tears started to well up in her eyes, her hands covering her mouth and holding her belly as if it could keep the emotions at bay.
The young troupe leader took the girl up in his arms and held her without saying a word. She gripped him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder while he stared blankly at the ceremonious burning of Rizzo’s body. His eyes were shaking, his pupils edging between colorful intensity and complete darkness. Seitaro finished the rite, creating a small mound of what rocks he could find. A large one adorned the top, Rizzo’s name and family crest burned freshly upon it. Seitaro glanced back to see the two standing idly in the field. He thought nothing of it, knowing Sara’s emotional state and the bond Kazuya shared with her. Without a word, Seitaro took to the air so that he might seek out some target for his aggression.
The brilliant illumination of a wide ranging and abnormally large purple energy beam fired off into the clouds. That was the signal. The leaves trembled violently with the rush of air that only a group in rapid flight could provide. Seita, Seitaro’s sister, held a short, violet-skinned humanoid alien in the air, a powerful grip around his throat. Purple energy emanated from her other hand, a small orb of condensed power just waiting to be unleashed on this deserving, vile soul. She was obviously livid. By the time the other Saiyan’s arrived, the pirate had just about lost consciousness. Seitaro stayed his sister’s hand, taking from her the pirate so that he might interrogate. He was just as angry, if not more, but he had learned some modicum control over his temper.
Eager to loose his wrath, Kazuya would have joined his brethren if not for Sara. She’d known Rizzo all her life and the thought of losing him was too much. She’d seen death before, sure, but not someone so close to her. Never would she see that friend again, one of very few people she had grown close to. Maybe it was his particular fondness of this female Saiyan, or his devotion to his duties as team leader, but Kazuya would not leave Sara alone until she’d regained composure.
It was a good thing, too, as the trees began rustling with sudden movement. Pirate warriors emerged from the entire tree line, well over triple the numbers that were provided on the report. They’d closed ten meters distance before Kazuya took notice of them. “Sara, stay here.” He whispered. A wrathful Kazuya burst from the pod circle and with incredible fury unleashed hell upon those responsible for Rizzo’s death.
Yellow Ki gathered upon his fingertip, an attack originally designed to wound a single target and in some cases, blow a hole straight through them. Kazuya, however, had something more sinister in mind. His Ki spiked and focused the beam. His arm swung around, starting with as far left as could be targeted and ending all the way to the right. Half of the enemy force was sliced in two, their final expressions eerily similar: a mix of surprise and full blown terror. They were dead, or would be soon enough, but Kazuya was in a state of rage. He rushed the still airborne torsos of those nearest him and pummeled them with as many blows packing as much power as he could muster. They were a bloody mess when he’d finished, and he himself had been covered in what could best be described as a coat of crimson. There was so much blood.
The rest of them hadn’t even made it to the pod circle when the rest of the Saiyan force entered the scene. Seitaro had extracted the information they needed, that the one outlying pirate was merely a decoy, and so they flew as fast as they could to return before their equipment was stolen and two other allies’ lives lost. They fought hard and won the battle with ease, only afterward seeing what Kazuya had done on the side opposite them. It would have been a good plan on the pirates’ part, if not for Saiyan rage. Those numbers would normally have easily won.
As their rushing blood and beating hearts calmed from the battle, so too did their lust for vengeance. Rizzo had been mostly avenged; there wouldn’t be any true justice until all traces of those pirates were removed from this planet. “What’s the plan?” Seitaro asked. “There’s about three hours of daylight left. We’ll need to split up and scour the planet for any signs of an enemy force. They’re obviously interested in our technology, so we’ll need a guard stationed here, too.” Kazuya, wiping the last of the blood from his clothes, responded. The rest nodded, Seita volunteering to stay with the pods. One might think it’d be Sara, but she was eager to fight now, too. Emotional and a thinker though she may be, she was still Saiyan.
“Signal once you spot something.” Kazuya reminded everyone before they took flight. They all spread out in separate directions, flying fast but scanning the ground level thoroughly. The pirates did not seem capable of flight, so finding them would be fairly simple, especially given what their numbers were likely to be, based off of how many they were able to spare for a side robbery job. Their main intention was planetary conquest, or should be, with those numbers, and so they were likely to be in some proximity to the larger cities. That was Kazuya’s reasoning, at least, and why he elected to take the direction leading to Listros, the planetary capital.
It wasn’t but an hour and a half into his search that Kazuya reached the massive sprawling empire of a city. It was a wonder to behold, but it had many places hidden from even an aerial view. He slowed his flight to better scan what he could of the ground level. There were plenty of people bustling about the city, but none that looked anything like the band of misfits in shoddy body armor.
The young leader just passed the city up when the sun began to set, and he decided it best to head back. As soon as he turned about, however, he saw a purple light appear in the sky. That was the signal. He hardly had time to consider it before he was knocked clear out of the sky. A large man, someone that looked quite like a Saiyan but didn’t quite feel like one, stood high in the sky, glaring down at the crater Kazuya’s body had made. That punch was extremely hard; it took the young Saiyan a few seconds just to gather his thoughts. When he did, he realized just what he was in for. The power of the person up there was massive, easily twice his own. There wasn’t a chance he’d be able to win, but that wouldn’t stop him. He had a mission to complete and allies relying on him. Kazuya stood and released a powerful Ki wave.
The mysterious pirate batted it away like a toy and rushed in. Kazuya’s eyes couldn’t even track the figure before he was suddenly bending over, the breath knocked out of him and a powerful pain in his abdomen. The enemy was upon him, punching and kicking with moves that he could barely perceive, let alone block. He tried to fight, releasing all of his energy and power and will in as great an assault as he could manage, but he was beaten down, crushed into the ground until he could no longer stand. Still conscious, yet unable to form words, Kazuya was carried away.
He knew not where he was taken, for somewhere along the way, he’d faded away into the depths of a restless slumber. When he awoke, he was chained to a wall in some dungeon. Struggle though he might, he still had not the strength to so much as budge the bolted bindings from their stone support. He stood there, resting his entire weight on uncomfortable shackles that kept him suspended in the air by his wrists and those at his ankles that bound him to the floor, preventing much movement at all in any direction. His back was against a stone wall that looked as sturdy as the ceiling, and he could not tell if he was alone. His vision was blurry and faded, his neck wounded such that turning it in any way was severely unappealing. Slight moans answered his question, though, and they sounded like Seitaro. He wanted to ask, but he still couldn’t form words. The pain from breathing alone was bringing him constantly to the edge of his normally impressive tolerance levels. He feared that trying to speak might hurt enough that he’d pass out again.
“K…Kazuya…is that you?” Seitaro’s voice, weakened, spoke out. Kazuya wanted to respond, but all he could was just remain in place, unmoving save for the shaking breathing patterns. Seitaro looked around, seeing the rest of the team all chained up in the same way, most of them unconscious and the rest nearing that point. Kazuya was easily in the worst shape; nothing could be expected of him until they could get him into a healing pod back on their home world. That might not have looked too possible, but Seitaro was a smart one. He’d seen the other signals going up before he was ambushed, like all the others, it seemed, and so he saved much of his power. He used it now, pulling with all of his energy against those restraints. The moved and rustled, even so much as appearing to bend, but they did not give.
A sudden blast of ki shattered them, though, and Seitaro looked over to see Sara, standing free and clear of her own restraints. “Hurry,” she whispered, “we have to free the others.” Seitaro and Sara went to work doing away with the binds on their comrades and blew a hole through the ceiling. They were imprisoned right below a large dining area with plenty of pirates that, while taken by surprise, wasted little time in jumping down to take care of their captives. Seita had awoken, though, and with her help, Seitaro and Sara gathered up the rest and started out. The other two were too weakened, but Sara was practically full strength, blasting away the hordes with powerful blasts. She wasn’t much of a close quarters fighter, like her allies, but she was probably the top of the team when it came to ki manipulation and natural raw stores of energy.
They managed an escape, barely thanks to Sara, and returned to find their pods being hauled away by another group of bandits. There were so many of them on this planet; there was just no way they could beat them all, not with the numbers they had. By the time they made it back, everyone was at least able to fly themselves, though not in much condition to fight. Kazuya was still out cold, however, only making slight grunting noises when they shifted him a bit too roughly. Still, they managed to clear out the thieves, if only barely, and escape into their pods to head back to Planet Sadal.
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