Post by Tarro on Jul 10, 2017 18:55:08 GMT -5
Tarro had just finished his session with Tomina the day before - his butt handed to him on a silver platter. He had finally attained the Super Saiyan transformation he had wanted his whole life to obtain. The power he had become so sure he could never have, that made him lose his fighting spirit in the first place- and drowning his progress as a warrior. Now that it was here he was angry with himself for ever losing hope, for ever letting himself become the wretched shell of a proud, elite warrior. He needed to get back to the way he was. Who he used to be. That was the man who would become strong enough to bring hell to Jarvis' forces, to erase his name from the galaxy. That was the man who would bring fear in the hearts of his enemies, admiration in the eyes of his people. It was THAT man he was searching for.
"It finally happened- but there's so much I have to do. So much I have to get back. So much power I have to obtain," he thought to himself, frustrated with his lack of progress. Training had not gone well for him. His reflexes, his strength, his technique. They were all former shadows of what they had once been. The glorious Saiyan elite was pathetic, but he would not let himself remain so forever. He would become everything he used to be and more. He just needed to get used to this gravity on this planet for starters. It weighed on him a lot during his fight with Tomina, slowing him down and preventing him from dodging attacks he should have been able to dodge (though his lowered reflexes had definitely contributed). This training session would help with that. And today he had three helpers.
The Saiyan called them out with a whistle - the high-pitched sound resonating in the air. Three Brenchians came out- their shackles dangling as they walked toward him. “What are we doing here?” One of them asked him, glaring at him with a furious rage. He was obviously the leader, tall for a Brenchian though still nimble. His power level wasn’t half-bad by Tarro’s eyes. “You’re going to be my training partners today,” he answered plainly, ignoring the glare. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll feed your eyeballs to your children,” he threatened calmly. He quite honestly could not care less.
The other two Brenchians scoffed at him as if he had said something ridiculous for asking him to train with him. One of them was clearly a female Brenchian. Normally he wouldn’t involve a woman - preferring to keep them around for fun purposes… but this particular female was of no interest to him. She didn’t suit his needs and thus was disposable. The other was a rather small and lean brenchian. They weren’t the finest warriors he had seen, but their power levels were not bad.
Though he could see their skepticism to his words, as he claimed they would train with him. They hated him for being slaves to the Saiyans. They hated all of them. Why would they help their enemy get stronger? And why would he ask them for help? “Why would we help you, Saiyan?” he asked the Elite. Tarro looked at him with a passive look, his face blank of any expression. His black eyes facing the Brenchian’s own yellow. “Because I command it. You’re my property. Besides there’s something in it for you, scum,” the Saiyan elite said. With his ki charging in his fingertips - the Saiyan undid all of their chains in a matter of seconds. They stared at him in shock.
“If you manage to kill me, you get to take my ship and leave this planet. You’ll have won your freedom. All the same - I will be fighting to kill you as well,” he explained. He wasn’t upset with them personally, but he wouldn’t take any crap from these Brenchian scum, and he had no regard for their lives. He affiliated these people with Jarvis. He was part-Brenchian after all. Affiliated with the man who blew up his planet, killed his family, blew up his friends in a deathmatch with Komatsu. Every time he looked at any one of them - it was Jarvis’ face he saw. Their kind had helped create Jarvis, birthed him even. And it was for that reason he hated them.
Powering up before them - the Saiyan unleashed his Super Saiyan transformation before them. His eyes turning a teal emerald, his hair glowing as it began to gain a shining golden hue. “You’ll find I’m not an easy opponent to defeat. So you best kill me if you want to get out of here alive, and claim your freedom. Come at me when you’re ready!” he barked at them. They looked at him wide-eyed, a little terrified even. He had the same transformation as the Saiyans who devastated them so. Nasu was only in his Super Saiyan form when he destroyed all of their ships.
And though Nasu was a lot stronger than Tarro - the mere sight of the transformation was enough to make them wary. Even with freedom so close that they could taste it. A chance to live away from the Saiyans. A chance to escape his rule, and maybe even someday come back and reclaim their homeland. To Tarro this was a good test of his skills. Three against one while the gravity was also weighing him down. Making him slower.
It wasn’t a bad deal at all. “Alright we’ll do it. Prepare yourself fool! We will not lose. We have too much at stake!” he cried out as he powered up, his purple aura surrounding his body with vigor. His power level was likely around five hundred thousand. Not bad, but by himself it was nothing. He charged first at the newly awakened Super Saiyan - launching a fist for a powerful right hook. Tarro sidestepped him, his foot launching off the ground as he charged the man with a ki blast and blasted him with it point-blank in the back.
The Brenchian cried out from the pain as he was launched further by it, though the attack didn’t do nearly enough damage for the man to have to worry. The other two joined in - their power levels identical to the first. Tarro cracked a half-assed smile. He was amused. This was good. This would bring back his fighting sense! The challenge thrilled him. The thought of grinding their bones into dust was enough to make his senses tingle, his body tremble.
The three of them might just be able to overpower him - their combined power levels would amount to a level above his own. Their only tactical disadvantage was their home planet meant they weren’t at their full speed. If they could move with their usual light-footed quickness this would be even harder for the newly awakened Super Saiyan. Considering this was a fight to the death - he refused to give them THAT much of a handicap. If they couldn’t win with these circumstances then they didn’t truly deserve the victory!
Charging at him from three directions at once - Tarro leaped high into the air evading all three of them. Yellow energy charging in his finger tips - he fired a barrage of weak energy bolts from his left hand. The bolts rushed out to meet with one of them - focused directly onto him. Just barely the man was able to dodge some of them - but with the amount that Tarro had thrown at him at once - it was just too much for one of them to dodge.
The yellow bolts collided with the man’s body- pushing him back as they exploded against him. The Super Saiyan smiled - amused with himself. His blonde hair waving as he flew with high-intense speed across the skies. The other two took advantage of his attack by trying to combine their attacks - firing purple bolts of energy at the sky trying to collide what they could against him. But with sharp turns the Saiyan maneuvered outside of the bolts, the yellow trail of light blazing across the sky with speed and grace. Turning around in flight he came charging back toward rushing the next man with a blitzing speed. With a raised fist he smashed against his face with a left hook of his fist sending the bulky brenchian flying back. Trailing after him with that same yellow trail of light - Tarro attempted to smash against his face again with a hook of the opposite fist. This time however - the man seemed quick enough to dodge him (albeit narrowly). Gotta love the Brenchian’s for their speed.
The third Brenchian then tried to surprise him and latch onto him from his back, but little did he know Tarro’s ki senses were sharp as a tact. Swinging the back of his fist backward - the hard strike knocking right against the man’s face causing him to fall forward clutching it with an agonizing groan. They had each been tagged by the Super Saiyan’s fists- and they did not like it one bit. Too much of this damage and they would all die. They grew afraid. Tarro scoffed at their cowardice, wondering why the hell he even bothered with them. Was this the best the jail cells could do?
“Glad my time wasn’t wasted with you lot… you make very fitting punching bags,” Tarro said with a loud, taunting chuckle. He honestly wasn’t getting his money’s worth here. Three against one and they didn’t seem capable of hitting him. His laughter quickly turned into anger as frustration began to set in. “It’s no wonder you were taken over so easily. Pitiful warriors, every goddamn last one of you! I’m embarrassed for your race. How the hell did you lot produce Jarvis, the hybrid with the ambition to become a God? Maybe only his Saiyan blood made him worth a damn. Your half only served to make him weak.”
Tarro really hated their people. They produced that piece of trash and yet they themselves were a pitiful race. His usual demeanor was thrown out the window. After Natto blew up he looked at all the races involved with extreme prejudice. He hated the Brenchians. He felt nothing but disgust toward the Demons. And he despised the Kais that abandoned him. That abandoned his home village. They had come to save the Brenchians, the people responsible for his homeworld’s destruction and breached nonsense to the Saiyans. It was clear that his mother and his friends meant nothing to anyone but him. Everyone he lost was a direct result of their negligence, their apathy. He would not let those same idealists shame him when he got his own justice. When Jarvis’ name was erased from existence along with him. When everyone he ever knew who worshipped him or tolerated him was suffering in endless agony.
“You remember the rules don’t you? FIGHT ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE. IF YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM THEN YOU WILL STRIKE ME DOWN!” the Saiyan hollered at them with venomous intent, veins protruding from his forehead. A thick yellow aura of light surrounding his body with a vibrant glow. The Super Saiyan wanted them to really put their all into the fight. The Brenchians weakly got off their knees standing up again. They were clearly far from done, though he had succeeded in pissing them off.
“Beise, Canta… we gotta kill this guy… come on guys. It’s our only chance of freedom! We can’t just take this lying down! We’re Brenchians! Will we let this Super Saiyan scum beat us down when we have three-to-one?” the leader of them muttered. His power level was roughly five hundred thousand while the others were closer to four hundred and fifty thousand. “Alright Veo, we’ll follow you. Lead the way. Let’s bury this Super Saiyan!” Beise cried out followed by a smirk, Canta following suit with a nod. Tarro gave a sly smile - his aura swelling with pressure as the excitement built up. Perhaps it had just been their warm up. Now that they knew what was at stake - perhaps they would get serious with him. With ki began to swell with their purple and blue auras of light around their body. Their power levels flaring up. They charged at him once more - hoping to surround him. Rather than avoid them all again - he chose to brace his body for the impact, curling into a ball as they began to pile onto him with a barrage of punching strikes. Grunting as they all collided with him - his body absorbing the damage before letting out a roar of energy. With sheer pressure pushing them off of him - the Saiyan knocked them all back with his energy. The explosive wave was a great technique for pushing off enemies who were overwhelming you. Rushing after the nearest one who was knocked back - Tarro curled his hands together before hammerfisting the lad into the ground.
Beise grunted from the strike - colliding hard into the ground. Flying down - Tarro drove his legs deep into the Brenchian’s stomach right after bouncing him against the ground with that hammerfist. Beise spat out from the sheer force as it collided against his gut. Tarro smirked proud of himself. The other two charged their energy together in the form of purple orbs contained in the palm of their hands. It was clear they were planning on firing that against him. The Super Saiyan prepared himself as the two beams collided to try and collide into him. Flying high into the air as the beams passed into open air - colliding into rock before exploding. The third one managed to launch a sneak attack by kicking into his back - somehow recovered from Tarro’s assault. Grunting softly from the attack - Tarro focused his attentions even harder on the poor Brenchian- disappearing behind him before latching his arms around the man’s neck.
Tarro squeezing his windpipes real tightly before kicking him off into the ground with brutal force- Beise’ head bouncing off the rock as he tried to rebound. The other two Brenchians charged at him again two-on-one. Veo and Canta each attacking Tarro from his left and right with a barrage of punches and kicks. The Super Saiyan raising his arms above his head trying hard to block each attack with his forearms and knees despite the sheer advantage in their positioning and limbs. Groaning from the difficulty- before they grew tired and the Saiyan took his counter attack. Punching the Brenchian woman in the gut and rotating his body rapidly with a swing of his leg knocking her into the other one conveniently away from him. Beise fired a barrage of energy attacks again that actually managed to hit the Super Saiyan - dealing minut but still significant damage. He could keep this up for quite some time.
His feelings were conflicted. He just wished he wasn’t getting hit. In his olden days this would have been so easy. But at the same time this fighting was boring. Even the handicap of the gravity wasn’t enough to make this a real fight. He craved so much more from these folk. He wanted to be bloody. He wanted to feel the agony of his bones being crushed. He wanted to struggle. This was a pathetic show of battle. He knew he should be fighting better, but at the same time he wanted a better fight regardless. It was the duality of his desires that made him so frustrated with himself.
Tarro charged at Veo and clasped his hands together before hammerfisting downward into the top of the man’s head - knocking him hard into the ground. Charging yellow ki in the tops of his fingertips - Tarro unleashed a mighty barrage of energy blasts one after the other. The large bolts launched at light speeds toward the man following right behind him. A barrage of explosions created a small shockwave in the ground as the man groaned in pain- not ready for the intense burst of pressure from the Super Saiyan. It was the first real attack he fired at them. He was starting to fight back for real - showing off the immensity of his power. His eyes looked down below at the pitiful state of their leader - covered in bruises from head to toe. He had nearly died in that attack - Tarro heavily damaging him.
The other two - Beise and Canta - were furious. They both fired all of their energy at the Super Saiyan - hoping to obliterate him with a combination purple beam. Tarro was happy to oblige with his Garlick Gun. Curling his fingers and placing them at chest level while charging a purple orb of energy in his hands; a yellow golden aura surrounding him as it continued to charge. Firing his own purple energy beam with the rest of his power. The two energy beams rushed out to meet each other in a grand clash. Tarro grunted as the energies collided against with each other. They were really trying to make this hard. But this would be the end of the line for one of them. His Super Saiyan Spirit was overwhelming - the core of his strength overflowing. The gravity- the numbers. None of it truly mattered. He would overcome all these obstacles and kill them all. The purple beam violently pushed back - enveloping Beise. His body took the brunt of the clashed energy - drawn into the purple explosion. Canta stood there in horror, screaming with a loud shrill in her voice as the man’s power faded. It was clear that blast had been too much for him.
“One down. It looks like his freedom just wasn’t in the cards for him. Maybe you two will be luckier!” he taunted with a chuckle, the arrogance of his Super Saiyan transformation swelling through him. The anger he felt towards their people crueler and more dehumanizing than any Saiyan from days past would have recognized. He was truly a changed man. “YOU BASTARD! I’LL MAKE YOU PAAAAAAY!” Veo cried out in rage, struggling up to his feet. He had nearly died in the previous attack - and yet here he was thinking he could challenge the mighty Super Saiyan. Tarro breathed heavy despite the smirk on his face, panting as his energy continued to radiate. He had put more into that attack than he had thought.
As Veo charged his own energy attack in the palm of his hands - a yellow orb charging in his hands as one palm lay against the back of his other hand in an x-shape formation. Soon a large energy beam rushed to meet Tarro. Now that Tarro was winded Veo thought he could surpass Tarro’s defenses and claim his life. His freedom all along with it. And unfortunately - he was kind of right. Summoning up the entirety of his strength - Tarro felt the yellow energy beam head on. Yelling out in pain as the power exploded right into him - a yellow explosion shaking the foundation of the ground as it collided right into him.
Falling on the ground in his base form - his golden hair right back to black - Tarro hit the ground with a hard crash. To anyone who felt his energy with ki sense would understand he had died. Or at least was for all appearances dead.
The area got really quiet for a moment as the Brenchians could hardly contain their shock. To them they had killed a Super Saiyan. Veo breathed heavy, before smiling to Canta with a big stupid grin. “WE DID IT! THE SAIYAN IS DEAD!” he shouted, his voice carrying on for miles. “SHUT UP VEO! What if someone hears you? We have to go. Right now! Before more show up!” And she was right. The two of them needed to get off this planet - come back another day to reclaim their homeland. If more Saiyans showed up - they didn’t stand a ghost of a chance. They began running toward Tarro’s spaceship - not knowing that the deal was rigged from the start. Mid-orbit the spaceship was meant to explode and kill them both. He had tampered with its core. Something he was able to fix relatively easy, even here on the former Brenchian homeworld.
Tarro meanwhile was having a revelation. Floating in an abyss of darkness. Falling slowly as gravity seemed void. The strain he had been enduring on Brench (now Saiya) had been lifted from him. He felt truly free. He wasn’t dead. But he wasn’t conscious. Was- Was he dreaming? “Where am I?...”
“Home, son,” a masculine voice called from the above. A pillar of light shining from above down at him. He heard a voice that was strangely familiar to him, and yet that of a stranger. “Hello!? Who is that!?” He called out, though no one responded to him. “We’re home,” the voice said to him once more. He didn’t understand. What exactly was going on? “Seriously Kail, could you be anymore ridiculous? He’s still a baby. He doesn’t understand you,” his mother’s voice chastised the stranger. Kail- wasn’t that his father’s name? This was the first time he could recall hearing his father’s voice. Was this an early memory? It had to be. His mother called him a baby. She wasn’t exactly the type to call him that affectionately. She called him exactly as he was always.
“I know Leria, but it’s important to talk to him. Make sure he remembers my voice, recognizes it,” he groaned. “It’s almost time for me to head out. They say that a good chunk of the Empire is heading to Earth soon. They’re sending me out to fight with them,” he reminded her.
Tarro groaned. Why was he seeing this? The words of a dead man. The voice of a man who never lived to raise him. “Tch, I don’t know why they’re sending you out there. This mission seems ridiculous to me,” she complained as usual. His mother was always a mouthy woman. It was a good thing no one in the Empire had ever heard her - or he’d have grown up an orphan. Though he supposed now that didn’t matter. In the end he still became an orphan. “WHY AM I SEEING THIS GODDAMNIT!? WHAT IS THE POINT!” he shouted in frustration. He didn’t care about any of this. He had work to get back too. What did the past matter if it led him to this place? This miserable, annoying place.
“The Saiyan Empire is a bit messy. I’m not sure I agree with everything they stand for. Or the Queen’s wishes herself. I don’t particular share fondness for her. But this is what the Saiyans want. So I will follow them. I’m a loyal soldier. Besides - how strong could the Earthlings be?” he said with a loud, airy chuckle. Tarro’s heart softened - it was the same way he laughed. It was the first time hearing it. He felt a strange connection to his father that he hadn’t had before. The man who was lost to him when he was a baby.
And he felt the loss all over again. His friends, his parents, his homeworld. His race if he and the others weren’t careful! “... I’ll make sure everyone pays for this. Jarvis. The Demons. The Brenchians. They’ll all suffer and die by my hands!” he roared in anguish and anger. “And Komatsu… he may be a Saiyan, but I’ll figure out some form of punishment for him. This is the life he stole. That his father stole from me,” he said with gritted teeth. Were it not for Natto’s rebellion - perhaps they would have had the support they needed to bring his father home. Perhaps he wouldn’t have lost his father as a baby. Perhaps he’d have gone farther in his Super Saiyan transformation and been much stronger than he was now. Perhaps now he’d have at least SOMEBODY in his life instead of being all alone.
Slowly the Saiyan Elite began to rise from his wounds - veins protruding from his forehead as a blinding rage enveloped every cell in his body. A thin yellow outline shining at the edge of his body as his ki slowly grew. His power level increasing. The Brenchians turned around to face the risen Saiyan back from the brink of death. It was clear to them that their battle was not yet over. “You’re persistent for a monkey,” Veo said with a grunt. Canta looked at Veo with a worried look on her face- her pink eyes staring at him with fear. “He survived that! We need to leave now, Veo!” she whined.
“You’re a fool if you thought I was going to let you go anywhere with my ship! You haven’t finished me yet, you pitiful scum. The joke is on you. You lost your one opportunity!” he said as he roared, a giant yellow flash of light bursting out from the center of his body. His hair golden once more and his eyes that signature Super Saiyan teal. They could feel his aura menacing and overwhelming. A rush of wind bursting from him as the sheer pressure was enough to nearly make them fall over. He felt himself stronger. They had finally helped him grow stronger, to overcome the gravity of this foul planet and fight at full might. “Thanks for your help. Now it’s time for you all to go away. Nobody will miss three Brenchians,” he said cruelly. One of them was already mostly dead- the other would die slowly. Firing a purple energy blast from the palm of his hand - the beam rushing out to finish him off. A small purple explosion ringing out from the area as he fell to his knees, all life fading from the Brenchian’s eyes.
Canta looked in horror as she realized she was all alone. Appearing behind her in the blink of an eye - the back of his hand smacking her against the ground quite far off in the distance picking up a trail of dust. The Elite Saiyan walked toward her slowly, taking his sweet time with every step. Teal eyes staring focused like a predator on its prey after they collapsed. She was the final one before his test was over. Canta began screaming bloody murder, trying to crawl away from the Super Saiyan as he continued to walk toward her with that slow, calm walk. The silence in the air was deafening. His face was serious, his expression blank like he had no care in the world. As he pressed his knees against her stomach, mounting on top of her he prepared another purple orb of energy in his hand. “Because you’re a lady I can make your death quick. I can also make it excruciatingly painful. Blink twice if you prefer the first option,” he whispered softly to her.
And blink twice she did. Tarro obliged - a purple explosion bursting in the area as her head was obliterated from her body instantly. Blood from the three stained the ground. Disgusting. He’d have some Brenchian slaves clean up the mess. He stepped up into his ship. He had to fix the core before he flew home. Today’s training day was over. He just wanted to get some sleep now. It had been a tiring day indeed. Full of training and death.
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[Requesting PL]
[x10 Grav Training Bonus Plz Using Brench's atmosphere. LMB Bonus.]
"It finally happened- but there's so much I have to do. So much I have to get back. So much power I have to obtain," he thought to himself, frustrated with his lack of progress. Training had not gone well for him. His reflexes, his strength, his technique. They were all former shadows of what they had once been. The glorious Saiyan elite was pathetic, but he would not let himself remain so forever. He would become everything he used to be and more. He just needed to get used to this gravity on this planet for starters. It weighed on him a lot during his fight with Tomina, slowing him down and preventing him from dodging attacks he should have been able to dodge (though his lowered reflexes had definitely contributed). This training session would help with that. And today he had three helpers.
The Saiyan called them out with a whistle - the high-pitched sound resonating in the air. Three Brenchians came out- their shackles dangling as they walked toward him. “What are we doing here?” One of them asked him, glaring at him with a furious rage. He was obviously the leader, tall for a Brenchian though still nimble. His power level wasn’t half-bad by Tarro’s eyes. “You’re going to be my training partners today,” he answered plainly, ignoring the glare. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll feed your eyeballs to your children,” he threatened calmly. He quite honestly could not care less.
The other two Brenchians scoffed at him as if he had said something ridiculous for asking him to train with him. One of them was clearly a female Brenchian. Normally he wouldn’t involve a woman - preferring to keep them around for fun purposes… but this particular female was of no interest to him. She didn’t suit his needs and thus was disposable. The other was a rather small and lean brenchian. They weren’t the finest warriors he had seen, but their power levels were not bad.
Though he could see their skepticism to his words, as he claimed they would train with him. They hated him for being slaves to the Saiyans. They hated all of them. Why would they help their enemy get stronger? And why would he ask them for help? “Why would we help you, Saiyan?” he asked the Elite. Tarro looked at him with a passive look, his face blank of any expression. His black eyes facing the Brenchian’s own yellow. “Because I command it. You’re my property. Besides there’s something in it for you, scum,” the Saiyan elite said. With his ki charging in his fingertips - the Saiyan undid all of their chains in a matter of seconds. They stared at him in shock.
“If you manage to kill me, you get to take my ship and leave this planet. You’ll have won your freedom. All the same - I will be fighting to kill you as well,” he explained. He wasn’t upset with them personally, but he wouldn’t take any crap from these Brenchian scum, and he had no regard for their lives. He affiliated these people with Jarvis. He was part-Brenchian after all. Affiliated with the man who blew up his planet, killed his family, blew up his friends in a deathmatch with Komatsu. Every time he looked at any one of them - it was Jarvis’ face he saw. Their kind had helped create Jarvis, birthed him even. And it was for that reason he hated them.
Powering up before them - the Saiyan unleashed his Super Saiyan transformation before them. His eyes turning a teal emerald, his hair glowing as it began to gain a shining golden hue. “You’ll find I’m not an easy opponent to defeat. So you best kill me if you want to get out of here alive, and claim your freedom. Come at me when you’re ready!” he barked at them. They looked at him wide-eyed, a little terrified even. He had the same transformation as the Saiyans who devastated them so. Nasu was only in his Super Saiyan form when he destroyed all of their ships.
And though Nasu was a lot stronger than Tarro - the mere sight of the transformation was enough to make them wary. Even with freedom so close that they could taste it. A chance to live away from the Saiyans. A chance to escape his rule, and maybe even someday come back and reclaim their homeland. To Tarro this was a good test of his skills. Three against one while the gravity was also weighing him down. Making him slower.
It wasn’t a bad deal at all. “Alright we’ll do it. Prepare yourself fool! We will not lose. We have too much at stake!” he cried out as he powered up, his purple aura surrounding his body with vigor. His power level was likely around five hundred thousand. Not bad, but by himself it was nothing. He charged first at the newly awakened Super Saiyan - launching a fist for a powerful right hook. Tarro sidestepped him, his foot launching off the ground as he charged the man with a ki blast and blasted him with it point-blank in the back.
The Brenchian cried out from the pain as he was launched further by it, though the attack didn’t do nearly enough damage for the man to have to worry. The other two joined in - their power levels identical to the first. Tarro cracked a half-assed smile. He was amused. This was good. This would bring back his fighting sense! The challenge thrilled him. The thought of grinding their bones into dust was enough to make his senses tingle, his body tremble.
The three of them might just be able to overpower him - their combined power levels would amount to a level above his own. Their only tactical disadvantage was their home planet meant they weren’t at their full speed. If they could move with their usual light-footed quickness this would be even harder for the newly awakened Super Saiyan. Considering this was a fight to the death - he refused to give them THAT much of a handicap. If they couldn’t win with these circumstances then they didn’t truly deserve the victory!
Charging at him from three directions at once - Tarro leaped high into the air evading all three of them. Yellow energy charging in his finger tips - he fired a barrage of weak energy bolts from his left hand. The bolts rushed out to meet with one of them - focused directly onto him. Just barely the man was able to dodge some of them - but with the amount that Tarro had thrown at him at once - it was just too much for one of them to dodge.
The yellow bolts collided with the man’s body- pushing him back as they exploded against him. The Super Saiyan smiled - amused with himself. His blonde hair waving as he flew with high-intense speed across the skies. The other two took advantage of his attack by trying to combine their attacks - firing purple bolts of energy at the sky trying to collide what they could against him. But with sharp turns the Saiyan maneuvered outside of the bolts, the yellow trail of light blazing across the sky with speed and grace. Turning around in flight he came charging back toward rushing the next man with a blitzing speed. With a raised fist he smashed against his face with a left hook of his fist sending the bulky brenchian flying back. Trailing after him with that same yellow trail of light - Tarro attempted to smash against his face again with a hook of the opposite fist. This time however - the man seemed quick enough to dodge him (albeit narrowly). Gotta love the Brenchian’s for their speed.
The third Brenchian then tried to surprise him and latch onto him from his back, but little did he know Tarro’s ki senses were sharp as a tact. Swinging the back of his fist backward - the hard strike knocking right against the man’s face causing him to fall forward clutching it with an agonizing groan. They had each been tagged by the Super Saiyan’s fists- and they did not like it one bit. Too much of this damage and they would all die. They grew afraid. Tarro scoffed at their cowardice, wondering why the hell he even bothered with them. Was this the best the jail cells could do?
“Glad my time wasn’t wasted with you lot… you make very fitting punching bags,” Tarro said with a loud, taunting chuckle. He honestly wasn’t getting his money’s worth here. Three against one and they didn’t seem capable of hitting him. His laughter quickly turned into anger as frustration began to set in. “It’s no wonder you were taken over so easily. Pitiful warriors, every goddamn last one of you! I’m embarrassed for your race. How the hell did you lot produce Jarvis, the hybrid with the ambition to become a God? Maybe only his Saiyan blood made him worth a damn. Your half only served to make him weak.”
Tarro really hated their people. They produced that piece of trash and yet they themselves were a pitiful race. His usual demeanor was thrown out the window. After Natto blew up he looked at all the races involved with extreme prejudice. He hated the Brenchians. He felt nothing but disgust toward the Demons. And he despised the Kais that abandoned him. That abandoned his home village. They had come to save the Brenchians, the people responsible for his homeworld’s destruction and breached nonsense to the Saiyans. It was clear that his mother and his friends meant nothing to anyone but him. Everyone he lost was a direct result of their negligence, their apathy. He would not let those same idealists shame him when he got his own justice. When Jarvis’ name was erased from existence along with him. When everyone he ever knew who worshipped him or tolerated him was suffering in endless agony.
“You remember the rules don’t you? FIGHT ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE. IF YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM THEN YOU WILL STRIKE ME DOWN!” the Saiyan hollered at them with venomous intent, veins protruding from his forehead. A thick yellow aura of light surrounding his body with a vibrant glow. The Super Saiyan wanted them to really put their all into the fight. The Brenchians weakly got off their knees standing up again. They were clearly far from done, though he had succeeded in pissing them off.
“Beise, Canta… we gotta kill this guy… come on guys. It’s our only chance of freedom! We can’t just take this lying down! We’re Brenchians! Will we let this Super Saiyan scum beat us down when we have three-to-one?” the leader of them muttered. His power level was roughly five hundred thousand while the others were closer to four hundred and fifty thousand. “Alright Veo, we’ll follow you. Lead the way. Let’s bury this Super Saiyan!” Beise cried out followed by a smirk, Canta following suit with a nod. Tarro gave a sly smile - his aura swelling with pressure as the excitement built up. Perhaps it had just been their warm up. Now that they knew what was at stake - perhaps they would get serious with him. With ki began to swell with their purple and blue auras of light around their body. Their power levels flaring up. They charged at him once more - hoping to surround him. Rather than avoid them all again - he chose to brace his body for the impact, curling into a ball as they began to pile onto him with a barrage of punching strikes. Grunting as they all collided with him - his body absorbing the damage before letting out a roar of energy. With sheer pressure pushing them off of him - the Saiyan knocked them all back with his energy. The explosive wave was a great technique for pushing off enemies who were overwhelming you. Rushing after the nearest one who was knocked back - Tarro curled his hands together before hammerfisting the lad into the ground.
Beise grunted from the strike - colliding hard into the ground. Flying down - Tarro drove his legs deep into the Brenchian’s stomach right after bouncing him against the ground with that hammerfist. Beise spat out from the sheer force as it collided against his gut. Tarro smirked proud of himself. The other two charged their energy together in the form of purple orbs contained in the palm of their hands. It was clear they were planning on firing that against him. The Super Saiyan prepared himself as the two beams collided to try and collide into him. Flying high into the air as the beams passed into open air - colliding into rock before exploding. The third one managed to launch a sneak attack by kicking into his back - somehow recovered from Tarro’s assault. Grunting softly from the attack - Tarro focused his attentions even harder on the poor Brenchian- disappearing behind him before latching his arms around the man’s neck.
Tarro squeezing his windpipes real tightly before kicking him off into the ground with brutal force- Beise’ head bouncing off the rock as he tried to rebound. The other two Brenchians charged at him again two-on-one. Veo and Canta each attacking Tarro from his left and right with a barrage of punches and kicks. The Super Saiyan raising his arms above his head trying hard to block each attack with his forearms and knees despite the sheer advantage in their positioning and limbs. Groaning from the difficulty- before they grew tired and the Saiyan took his counter attack. Punching the Brenchian woman in the gut and rotating his body rapidly with a swing of his leg knocking her into the other one conveniently away from him. Beise fired a barrage of energy attacks again that actually managed to hit the Super Saiyan - dealing minut but still significant damage. He could keep this up for quite some time.
His feelings were conflicted. He just wished he wasn’t getting hit. In his olden days this would have been so easy. But at the same time this fighting was boring. Even the handicap of the gravity wasn’t enough to make this a real fight. He craved so much more from these folk. He wanted to be bloody. He wanted to feel the agony of his bones being crushed. He wanted to struggle. This was a pathetic show of battle. He knew he should be fighting better, but at the same time he wanted a better fight regardless. It was the duality of his desires that made him so frustrated with himself.
Tarro charged at Veo and clasped his hands together before hammerfisting downward into the top of the man’s head - knocking him hard into the ground. Charging yellow ki in the tops of his fingertips - Tarro unleashed a mighty barrage of energy blasts one after the other. The large bolts launched at light speeds toward the man following right behind him. A barrage of explosions created a small shockwave in the ground as the man groaned in pain- not ready for the intense burst of pressure from the Super Saiyan. It was the first real attack he fired at them. He was starting to fight back for real - showing off the immensity of his power. His eyes looked down below at the pitiful state of their leader - covered in bruises from head to toe. He had nearly died in that attack - Tarro heavily damaging him.
The other two - Beise and Canta - were furious. They both fired all of their energy at the Super Saiyan - hoping to obliterate him with a combination purple beam. Tarro was happy to oblige with his Garlick Gun. Curling his fingers and placing them at chest level while charging a purple orb of energy in his hands; a yellow golden aura surrounding him as it continued to charge. Firing his own purple energy beam with the rest of his power. The two energy beams rushed out to meet each other in a grand clash. Tarro grunted as the energies collided against with each other. They were really trying to make this hard. But this would be the end of the line for one of them. His Super Saiyan Spirit was overwhelming - the core of his strength overflowing. The gravity- the numbers. None of it truly mattered. He would overcome all these obstacles and kill them all. The purple beam violently pushed back - enveloping Beise. His body took the brunt of the clashed energy - drawn into the purple explosion. Canta stood there in horror, screaming with a loud shrill in her voice as the man’s power faded. It was clear that blast had been too much for him.
“One down. It looks like his freedom just wasn’t in the cards for him. Maybe you two will be luckier!” he taunted with a chuckle, the arrogance of his Super Saiyan transformation swelling through him. The anger he felt towards their people crueler and more dehumanizing than any Saiyan from days past would have recognized. He was truly a changed man. “YOU BASTARD! I’LL MAKE YOU PAAAAAAY!” Veo cried out in rage, struggling up to his feet. He had nearly died in the previous attack - and yet here he was thinking he could challenge the mighty Super Saiyan. Tarro breathed heavy despite the smirk on his face, panting as his energy continued to radiate. He had put more into that attack than he had thought.
As Veo charged his own energy attack in the palm of his hands - a yellow orb charging in his hands as one palm lay against the back of his other hand in an x-shape formation. Soon a large energy beam rushed to meet Tarro. Now that Tarro was winded Veo thought he could surpass Tarro’s defenses and claim his life. His freedom all along with it. And unfortunately - he was kind of right. Summoning up the entirety of his strength - Tarro felt the yellow energy beam head on. Yelling out in pain as the power exploded right into him - a yellow explosion shaking the foundation of the ground as it collided right into him.
Falling on the ground in his base form - his golden hair right back to black - Tarro hit the ground with a hard crash. To anyone who felt his energy with ki sense would understand he had died. Or at least was for all appearances dead.
The area got really quiet for a moment as the Brenchians could hardly contain their shock. To them they had killed a Super Saiyan. Veo breathed heavy, before smiling to Canta with a big stupid grin. “WE DID IT! THE SAIYAN IS DEAD!” he shouted, his voice carrying on for miles. “SHUT UP VEO! What if someone hears you? We have to go. Right now! Before more show up!” And she was right. The two of them needed to get off this planet - come back another day to reclaim their homeland. If more Saiyans showed up - they didn’t stand a ghost of a chance. They began running toward Tarro’s spaceship - not knowing that the deal was rigged from the start. Mid-orbit the spaceship was meant to explode and kill them both. He had tampered with its core. Something he was able to fix relatively easy, even here on the former Brenchian homeworld.
Tarro meanwhile was having a revelation. Floating in an abyss of darkness. Falling slowly as gravity seemed void. The strain he had been enduring on Brench (now Saiya) had been lifted from him. He felt truly free. He wasn’t dead. But he wasn’t conscious. Was- Was he dreaming? “Where am I?...”
“Home, son,” a masculine voice called from the above. A pillar of light shining from above down at him. He heard a voice that was strangely familiar to him, and yet that of a stranger. “Hello!? Who is that!?” He called out, though no one responded to him. “We’re home,” the voice said to him once more. He didn’t understand. What exactly was going on? “Seriously Kail, could you be anymore ridiculous? He’s still a baby. He doesn’t understand you,” his mother’s voice chastised the stranger. Kail- wasn’t that his father’s name? This was the first time he could recall hearing his father’s voice. Was this an early memory? It had to be. His mother called him a baby. She wasn’t exactly the type to call him that affectionately. She called him exactly as he was always.
“I know Leria, but it’s important to talk to him. Make sure he remembers my voice, recognizes it,” he groaned. “It’s almost time for me to head out. They say that a good chunk of the Empire is heading to Earth soon. They’re sending me out to fight with them,” he reminded her.
Tarro groaned. Why was he seeing this? The words of a dead man. The voice of a man who never lived to raise him. “Tch, I don’t know why they’re sending you out there. This mission seems ridiculous to me,” she complained as usual. His mother was always a mouthy woman. It was a good thing no one in the Empire had ever heard her - or he’d have grown up an orphan. Though he supposed now that didn’t matter. In the end he still became an orphan. “WHY AM I SEEING THIS GODDAMNIT!? WHAT IS THE POINT!” he shouted in frustration. He didn’t care about any of this. He had work to get back too. What did the past matter if it led him to this place? This miserable, annoying place.
“The Saiyan Empire is a bit messy. I’m not sure I agree with everything they stand for. Or the Queen’s wishes herself. I don’t particular share fondness for her. But this is what the Saiyans want. So I will follow them. I’m a loyal soldier. Besides - how strong could the Earthlings be?” he said with a loud, airy chuckle. Tarro’s heart softened - it was the same way he laughed. It was the first time hearing it. He felt a strange connection to his father that he hadn’t had before. The man who was lost to him when he was a baby.
And he felt the loss all over again. His friends, his parents, his homeworld. His race if he and the others weren’t careful! “... I’ll make sure everyone pays for this. Jarvis. The Demons. The Brenchians. They’ll all suffer and die by my hands!” he roared in anguish and anger. “And Komatsu… he may be a Saiyan, but I’ll figure out some form of punishment for him. This is the life he stole. That his father stole from me,” he said with gritted teeth. Were it not for Natto’s rebellion - perhaps they would have had the support they needed to bring his father home. Perhaps he wouldn’t have lost his father as a baby. Perhaps he’d have gone farther in his Super Saiyan transformation and been much stronger than he was now. Perhaps now he’d have at least SOMEBODY in his life instead of being all alone.
Slowly the Saiyan Elite began to rise from his wounds - veins protruding from his forehead as a blinding rage enveloped every cell in his body. A thin yellow outline shining at the edge of his body as his ki slowly grew. His power level increasing. The Brenchians turned around to face the risen Saiyan back from the brink of death. It was clear to them that their battle was not yet over. “You’re persistent for a monkey,” Veo said with a grunt. Canta looked at Veo with a worried look on her face- her pink eyes staring at him with fear. “He survived that! We need to leave now, Veo!” she whined.
“You’re a fool if you thought I was going to let you go anywhere with my ship! You haven’t finished me yet, you pitiful scum. The joke is on you. You lost your one opportunity!” he said as he roared, a giant yellow flash of light bursting out from the center of his body. His hair golden once more and his eyes that signature Super Saiyan teal. They could feel his aura menacing and overwhelming. A rush of wind bursting from him as the sheer pressure was enough to nearly make them fall over. He felt himself stronger. They had finally helped him grow stronger, to overcome the gravity of this foul planet and fight at full might. “Thanks for your help. Now it’s time for you all to go away. Nobody will miss three Brenchians,” he said cruelly. One of them was already mostly dead- the other would die slowly. Firing a purple energy blast from the palm of his hand - the beam rushing out to finish him off. A small purple explosion ringing out from the area as he fell to his knees, all life fading from the Brenchian’s eyes.
Canta looked in horror as she realized she was all alone. Appearing behind her in the blink of an eye - the back of his hand smacking her against the ground quite far off in the distance picking up a trail of dust. The Elite Saiyan walked toward her slowly, taking his sweet time with every step. Teal eyes staring focused like a predator on its prey after they collapsed. She was the final one before his test was over. Canta began screaming bloody murder, trying to crawl away from the Super Saiyan as he continued to walk toward her with that slow, calm walk. The silence in the air was deafening. His face was serious, his expression blank like he had no care in the world. As he pressed his knees against her stomach, mounting on top of her he prepared another purple orb of energy in his hand. “Because you’re a lady I can make your death quick. I can also make it excruciatingly painful. Blink twice if you prefer the first option,” he whispered softly to her.
And blink twice she did. Tarro obliged - a purple explosion bursting in the area as her head was obliterated from her body instantly. Blood from the three stained the ground. Disgusting. He’d have some Brenchian slaves clean up the mess. He stepped up into his ship. He had to fix the core before he flew home. Today’s training day was over. He just wanted to get some sleep now. It had been a tiring day indeed. Full of training and death.
WC: 4661
[Requesting PL]
[x10 Grav Training Bonus Plz Using Brench's atmosphere. LMB Bonus.]
