Post by Carva on Oct 5, 2017 17:08:45 GMT -5
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Prologue
"I've....never felt so powerful. What happened?"
"I've....never felt so powerful. What happened?"
His brown eyes locked on his fleeing uncle were enough indication that Carva wasn't done with him. No, not by a long shot. Although he'd have like to have given chase at that very moment, instead he held his fist before him, fingers opening and closing. His eyes narrowed, he glanced down at the scarred knuckles of his hand for a moment. Shaking his head, he commented. "Something...is different. I can't quite put my finger on it, but..."
The scars were still there. Not only the ones given to him by years of training but new ones. Ones he'd gotten from the battle with Cervez, the Anubian's teeth sharp enough to cut his knuckles open that day. Oh how he remembered that day...felt like he'd had everything in hand he felt like the battle was his but Cervez...he was a more polished fighter. Carva shook his head again. "This isn't like when I was hit with that attack and healed...but...it's different. I definitely feel it..."
"Feel what, Lord Carva?" Asked the Rabbit Witch. He was quite curious as to what the Saiya-jin felt at this very moment, as from the looks of him, Carva was quite surprised. He didn't know the Saiya-jin very well, he'd only known him for a couple of days in fact. But he knew the Saiya-jin had a hot temper and right now didn't seem like himself.
Carva's dark eyes were wide but not with fear. They were wide because of a different reason and that reason was surprise. Surprise that he'd gotten back into sorts so quickly, but more so that it seemed as if his power had grown. He shook his head. "I've...I've never felt so powerful! What happened?!"
The Rabbit Witch stood amongst the backdrop of the pagoda in the distance, arms folded over his chest as he studied the newly physical Saiya-jin. In the alien's body, the soul's power was great...but...it was nothing like it was now. He'd read Carva's file as well, having found a readily available copy on Hellbook. He was even stronger than the file indicated. "I can't answer that for you, Carva...but you're right. Your power has grown since you died. This can't be what you Saiya-jins call zenkai...no. That only happens when you are NEAR death and then healed completely..."
"...." He drew in a deep breath, then exhaled quietly. His eyes would move up toward the pagoda on the horizon, which rose above a few small hills. There wasn't anything special about it...but...he felt drawn to it, like a moth unto flame. "...I...I...dunno...but....I need to go there..." he'd point toward the structure, eyes locked upon it...
Would Hell's golden clouds shed light upon this new mystery?
Chapter 1
The scars were still there. Not only the ones given to him by years of training but new ones. Ones he'd gotten from the battle with Cervez, the Anubian's teeth sharp enough to cut his knuckles open that day. Oh how he remembered that day...felt like he'd had everything in hand he felt like the battle was his but Cervez...he was a more polished fighter. Carva shook his head again. "This isn't like when I was hit with that attack and healed...but...it's different. I definitely feel it..."
"Feel what, Lord Carva?" Asked the Rabbit Witch. He was quite curious as to what the Saiya-jin felt at this very moment, as from the looks of him, Carva was quite surprised. He didn't know the Saiya-jin very well, he'd only known him for a couple of days in fact. But he knew the Saiya-jin had a hot temper and right now didn't seem like himself.
Carva's dark eyes were wide but not with fear. They were wide because of a different reason and that reason was surprise. Surprise that he'd gotten back into sorts so quickly, but more so that it seemed as if his power had grown. He shook his head. "I've...I've never felt so powerful! What happened?!"
The Rabbit Witch stood amongst the backdrop of the pagoda in the distance, arms folded over his chest as he studied the newly physical Saiya-jin. In the alien's body, the soul's power was great...but...it was nothing like it was now. He'd read Carva's file as well, having found a readily available copy on Hellbook. He was even stronger than the file indicated. "I can't answer that for you, Carva...but you're right. Your power has grown since you died. This can't be what you Saiya-jins call zenkai...no. That only happens when you are NEAR death and then healed completely..."
"...." He drew in a deep breath, then exhaled quietly. His eyes would move up toward the pagoda on the horizon, which rose above a few small hills. There wasn't anything special about it...but...he felt drawn to it, like a moth unto flame. "...I...I...dunno...but....I need to go there..." he'd point toward the structure, eyes locked upon it...
Would Hell's golden clouds shed light upon this new mystery?
Chapter 1
The old warrior panted as he landed next to the structure, falling to a knee. Placing his hand upon the old, dark wood the building was made of, he thought to himself. He cursed. <Dammit...somehow, he did it again...somehow, that damned kid gets the upper hand...again. I don't understand it...I should have easily been able to overpower him.> he thought to himself, balling up a purple fist and slamming it into the side of the tall, three level pagoda.
The pagoda began to vibrate a bit, front door glowing slightly. Rubega looked up at the green energy arcing off the the spire, and arched an eyebrow ridge. "What in the Hell? Or...what the here? As the case may be..." standing up, he moved a few paces to the left and found the door. There, he would see jumbled letters...all illegible to him. "...what the hell IS this thing? Where am I?" Rubega asked aloud, as if speaking to someone. Of course, no one was there...or were they? He felt himself being watched...as if all the eyes of Hell were on him.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't the body thief himself..."
the voice came from behind Rubega, a demonic, two toned voice. He felt a chill running from the backs of his heels, up his legs...up his spine, all the way up to his skull yet deep within the pits of his soul. His eyes fell upon Carva as he turned around...the boy was in his Super Saiya-jin Devil form, red eyes aglow with pure evil. Rubega chuckled nervously...he wouldn't have before...but his once weak nephew's power had grown exponentially in comparison to his own. "...C-c-c-c...Carva....f-f-fancy...fancy seeing y-you h-here..." he stuttered...
"..." the cold look in his demon's eyes locked on Rubega, and he moved like a flash. His hand would grab the man's throat and slam him up against the door of the Pagoda. "...you should consider yourself lucky we're already dead, and I have no way to permanently kill you. But..." he growled and slammed an elbow into the soft, unprotected abdomen of Rubega...relishing in his screams of pain. "...I can sure as hell make you hurt, bitch!"
"*cough* *cough*...no need...no need to be so...harsh...we...we can talk this out..." His tone could only be described as weak. It could only be described as pleading.
"....are you kidding me? You stole my body...you tried to get me killed before I got killed, if you remember. You've always tried to control me through fear...but...dear Uncle...no more. I..." he slammed his knee into the jaw of Rubega, coating the door in his uncle's blood..teeth flying out and tapping against old wood. "...will make your suffering legendary!"
"...are you the Legendary One?" He heard a quiet whisper on the wind...an urging voice. With every hard blow, he'd pour his hate into the brutal assault...bones cracking in the older man's face. "...yes, yes...you are the one I've been waiting for, my child. Focus that hate...let it flow through your attacks! Teach this old fool a lesson!"
As he attacked Rubega, he felt his body tense...his aura growing stronger. He could remember watching as his dastardly, cowardly Uncle killed his parents. A loving couple who had treated the young hybrid like a Prince. The more he gave in to his hate...the more his aura began to change...green energy illuminating the scene...blood covering his fists, the purple alien body Rubega had inhabited beginning to wilt and wither...horns breaking.
"Please....stop....it hurts...I can't...I'm sorry...no more!" Rubega would plead, blood burning the back of his throat, his eyes blurring with every hard strike from Carva. He slumped over and dug his black nails into the ground, body leaving a trail as he began to drag himself away from the possessed Carva.
"You're not going to let him get away, are you? You're not going to let him run away? Destroy him...and I will let you in. I will show you things the likes of which you have never seen! Show you power beyond your wildest dreams! Feed your rage...unleash your hate! Be the Legendary Super Saiya-Jin!" The voice urged Carva on, like tiny whispers running through his mind.
He'd never felt so powerful...this wrath...this hate fueling him, every pore of his muscular body brimming over with Hellacious power. He didn't feel this way when he fought Cervez...he felt entranced now by the power he now possessed. He edged closer and closer Rubega, eyes flashing as his lips curled upwards into a sinister grin. "Beg all you like, coward...but on this day, your life as you know it will end for good. Perhaps they will send your sorry ass to that "soul cleansing thing" and you will come back as one of those "good guys"...but make no mistake about it..." he sneered. "...YOU'LL NEVER CONTROL ME AGAIN!!!!"
The last thing "Uncle Rubega" would see would be the sight of Carva enveloped in a malefic, bright, neon green aura before his current body would fade away to nothing...his soul floating upward into the golden clouds,perhaps to be reprocessed. Carva would then turn, hair falling back down into it's original state as he stared into the green portal behind the door...moving forward to step inside, disappearing into the light.
The pagoda began to vibrate a bit, front door glowing slightly. Rubega looked up at the green energy arcing off the the spire, and arched an eyebrow ridge. "What in the Hell? Or...what the here? As the case may be..." standing up, he moved a few paces to the left and found the door. There, he would see jumbled letters...all illegible to him. "...what the hell IS this thing? Where am I?" Rubega asked aloud, as if speaking to someone. Of course, no one was there...or were they? He felt himself being watched...as if all the eyes of Hell were on him.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't the body thief himself..."
the voice came from behind Rubega, a demonic, two toned voice. He felt a chill running from the backs of his heels, up his legs...up his spine, all the way up to his skull yet deep within the pits of his soul. His eyes fell upon Carva as he turned around...the boy was in his Super Saiya-jin Devil form, red eyes aglow with pure evil. Rubega chuckled nervously...he wouldn't have before...but his once weak nephew's power had grown exponentially in comparison to his own. "...C-c-c-c...Carva....f-f-fancy...fancy seeing y-you h-here..." he stuttered...
"..." the cold look in his demon's eyes locked on Rubega, and he moved like a flash. His hand would grab the man's throat and slam him up against the door of the Pagoda. "...you should consider yourself lucky we're already dead, and I have no way to permanently kill you. But..." he growled and slammed an elbow into the soft, unprotected abdomen of Rubega...relishing in his screams of pain. "...I can sure as hell make you hurt, bitch!"
"*cough* *cough*...no need...no need to be so...harsh...we...we can talk this out..." His tone could only be described as weak. It could only be described as pleading.
"....are you kidding me? You stole my body...you tried to get me killed before I got killed, if you remember. You've always tried to control me through fear...but...dear Uncle...no more. I..." he slammed his knee into the jaw of Rubega, coating the door in his uncle's blood..teeth flying out and tapping against old wood. "...will make your suffering legendary!"
"...are you the Legendary One?" He heard a quiet whisper on the wind...an urging voice. With every hard blow, he'd pour his hate into the brutal assault...bones cracking in the older man's face. "...yes, yes...you are the one I've been waiting for, my child. Focus that hate...let it flow through your attacks! Teach this old fool a lesson!"
As he attacked Rubega, he felt his body tense...his aura growing stronger. He could remember watching as his dastardly, cowardly Uncle killed his parents. A loving couple who had treated the young hybrid like a Prince. The more he gave in to his hate...the more his aura began to change...green energy illuminating the scene...blood covering his fists, the purple alien body Rubega had inhabited beginning to wilt and wither...horns breaking.
"Please....stop....it hurts...I can't...I'm sorry...no more!" Rubega would plead, blood burning the back of his throat, his eyes blurring with every hard strike from Carva. He slumped over and dug his black nails into the ground, body leaving a trail as he began to drag himself away from the possessed Carva.
"You're not going to let him get away, are you? You're not going to let him run away? Destroy him...and I will let you in. I will show you things the likes of which you have never seen! Show you power beyond your wildest dreams! Feed your rage...unleash your hate! Be the Legendary Super Saiya-Jin!" The voice urged Carva on, like tiny whispers running through his mind.
He'd never felt so powerful...this wrath...this hate fueling him, every pore of his muscular body brimming over with Hellacious power. He didn't feel this way when he fought Cervez...he felt entranced now by the power he now possessed. He edged closer and closer Rubega, eyes flashing as his lips curled upwards into a sinister grin. "Beg all you like, coward...but on this day, your life as you know it will end for good. Perhaps they will send your sorry ass to that "soul cleansing thing" and you will come back as one of those "good guys"...but make no mistake about it..." he sneered. "...YOU'LL NEVER CONTROL ME AGAIN!!!!"
The last thing "Uncle Rubega" would see would be the sight of Carva enveloped in a malefic, bright, neon green aura before his current body would fade away to nothing...his soul floating upward into the golden clouds,perhaps to be reprocessed. Carva would then turn, hair falling back down into it's original state as he stared into the green portal behind the door...moving forward to step inside, disappearing into the light.
Chapter Two
Who or what had spoken to Carva? Who or what had questioned his power as a Legendary Super Saiya-jin? Were his dealings with Rubega finally done and over with forever? The Pagoda was dark, the inside mysterious. The wooden boards would creak underfoot as Carva took a few steps forward, ice cold air caressing his skin like the fingers of the dead. He called out, perhaps to noone. "Hello?! Is anyone in here?!"
The ambience of the bottom tier of the Pagoda was silent and wreaked of mildew. His voice echoed back at him and Carva looked down at the floor quietly. His eyes narrowed...there was a precense, one he could feel...but his senses couldn't touch. Finally, torches begin to light, four on each wall, eight in all, one at a time. As the room was illuminated, Carva would see a shadowy figure standing before him which would speak in a cool, soothing tone. "Carva LePumpka...is that your name?"
He hesitated as the figures glowing red eyes stared back into his soul. Carva would finally speak after what felt like an eternity. "Yes...that's me...now who the hell are you?"
"Who am I? Who are you is the better question, warrior?"
"I've told you who I am...you know who I am, obviously." His voice rang out, filled with annoyance toward this creature who seemed so ignorant. "I am Carva...I am the Legendary Super Saiya-jin."
"Are you? Or are you just a mere mortal, able to transform into one? I seem to remember there being another of your kind, born the same day...a female. Your Queen...so what makes you THE Legendary Super Saiya-jin? What separates you from your Queen?" The creature asked quite plainly, a question that was logical. It wasn't insulting, it's tone not disrespectful.
Carva tried to find an answer to the creature's questions, but through all of his searching...he simply couldn't. He'd only just learned to transform into this fearsome legend...yet, he didn't feel special. He looked down at the gloors and slowly shook his head. "I....I don't...know, honestly..I should have been able to crush the Anubian, yet...he was still able to defeat me..."
"You lost because you didn't fight like a Legendary Super Saiya-jin...you fought like an average Saiya-jin, relying on weak techniques that any of your kind could perform. You fought with arrogance...you did not harness the sheer Wrath of Legend...that is why you failed." Explained the ghostly figure, voice never rising...never falling. It was as if speaking to the dead. It was as if seeing the past standing before him, and Carva was not shocked to hear what it said. "...I have chosen you...to lead this school. But first, you must master it's teachings yourself. I will teach you first how to harness your rage...and once that happens, then I will tell you my name. Do you understand, Carva LePumpka?"
Carva stood quietly for a moment, not sure whether or not to trust this creature. However...deep down...he felt that if he were to ever reach his full potential, then he would have to listen.
The creature reached it's hand out, a vorpeal thing...transparent, as expected. Carva stared at the offered appendage and after an awkward silence he would nod and take it's hand. "Do it...make me a legend...make me a destroyer. Teach me to harness my true power!"
The training started out simply enough. All Carva had to do was stabilize his wavelengths...learn not to feel his wrath, but to use it...to draw power through it. The warrior would spend hours upon hours a day, meditating and the whole time, the creature would remain there. The creature would remain there, taunting Carva...reminding him of everything that angered him. His Uncle...the Android...the young Saiya-jin girl who'd surpassed him.
"She surpassed you, Carva...she overpowered the old you. That was the old you though. This? This Carva you are now, this is the Legendary Super Saiya-Jin...this is not even a monster...you? You're a devil!" The creature continuously reminded Carva, the Saiya-jin's aura shedding a blue light on the creature to reveal soft, yet tough female features. Pointed black hair. "Hold out your hand...open palmed...focus on the target before you..."
Focus he did, his aura slowly beginning to turn a neon green color...muscles buldging just a bit with his massive power increase. Sparks begin to fly from the tips of Carva's open palm, swirling like a vortex.
"Excellent, Carva...I can feel the hatred...I can feel that power coursing through you and I know you can as well...now...take it a bit further. Focus that rage into a ball, just as you all those times before..."
This time, Carva would picture a bubble...and begin feeding this rage fueled ki into it, slowly filling it. The energy would flicker a bit...but eventually, the transparent ball would become glowing ball of energy, sparks flying off and burning the ground...
The female Saiya-jin would point toward the target, and direct Carva further. "Now...don't throw it, Carva...push it...push it with your emotion toward the target. Erase it!"
Sweat pouring down his brow, Carva sneered and pushed his rage outward...he'd see the faces of those he hated. Those who'd angered him..incited his wrath. His arm didn't move...but soon, the attack would fly at the target at top speed and explode! The fireworks were incredible! Carva stood there silently for a moment, a grin appearing on his face. "I see...every action...fueled by wrath. I don't have to exert myself physically to throw these attacks...after all, I am the Legendary Elite...but...you owe me now. Who...are you?"
"Very well...at that, I did make a deal with you. When you see me, try not to be overly shocked...because everything will be explained in time, Carva." The Saiyaness would would answer, and she'd reach up to the sides of her hood. Slowly, she'd remove her hood...but Carva wouldn't be prepared for what he'd see next...
He'd never be prepared...
The ambience of the bottom tier of the Pagoda was silent and wreaked of mildew. His voice echoed back at him and Carva looked down at the floor quietly. His eyes narrowed...there was a precense, one he could feel...but his senses couldn't touch. Finally, torches begin to light, four on each wall, eight in all, one at a time. As the room was illuminated, Carva would see a shadowy figure standing before him which would speak in a cool, soothing tone. "Carva LePumpka...is that your name?"
He hesitated as the figures glowing red eyes stared back into his soul. Carva would finally speak after what felt like an eternity. "Yes...that's me...now who the hell are you?"
"Who am I? Who are you is the better question, warrior?"
"I've told you who I am...you know who I am, obviously." His voice rang out, filled with annoyance toward this creature who seemed so ignorant. "I am Carva...I am the Legendary Super Saiya-jin."
"Are you? Or are you just a mere mortal, able to transform into one? I seem to remember there being another of your kind, born the same day...a female. Your Queen...so what makes you THE Legendary Super Saiya-jin? What separates you from your Queen?" The creature asked quite plainly, a question that was logical. It wasn't insulting, it's tone not disrespectful.
Carva tried to find an answer to the creature's questions, but through all of his searching...he simply couldn't. He'd only just learned to transform into this fearsome legend...yet, he didn't feel special. He looked down at the gloors and slowly shook his head. "I....I don't...know, honestly..I should have been able to crush the Anubian, yet...he was still able to defeat me..."
"You lost because you didn't fight like a Legendary Super Saiya-jin...you fought like an average Saiya-jin, relying on weak techniques that any of your kind could perform. You fought with arrogance...you did not harness the sheer Wrath of Legend...that is why you failed." Explained the ghostly figure, voice never rising...never falling. It was as if speaking to the dead. It was as if seeing the past standing before him, and Carva was not shocked to hear what it said. "...I have chosen you...to lead this school. But first, you must master it's teachings yourself. I will teach you first how to harness your rage...and once that happens, then I will tell you my name. Do you understand, Carva LePumpka?"
Carva stood quietly for a moment, not sure whether or not to trust this creature. However...deep down...he felt that if he were to ever reach his full potential, then he would have to listen.
The creature reached it's hand out, a vorpeal thing...transparent, as expected. Carva stared at the offered appendage and after an awkward silence he would nod and take it's hand. "Do it...make me a legend...make me a destroyer. Teach me to harness my true power!"
Chapter Three
The training started out simply enough. All Carva had to do was stabilize his wavelengths...learn not to feel his wrath, but to use it...to draw power through it. The warrior would spend hours upon hours a day, meditating and the whole time, the creature would remain there. The creature would remain there, taunting Carva...reminding him of everything that angered him. His Uncle...the Android...the young Saiya-jin girl who'd surpassed him.
"She surpassed you, Carva...she overpowered the old you. That was the old you though. This? This Carva you are now, this is the Legendary Super Saiya-Jin...this is not even a monster...you? You're a devil!" The creature continuously reminded Carva, the Saiya-jin's aura shedding a blue light on the creature to reveal soft, yet tough female features. Pointed black hair. "Hold out your hand...open palmed...focus on the target before you..."
Focus he did, his aura slowly beginning to turn a neon green color...muscles buldging just a bit with his massive power increase. Sparks begin to fly from the tips of Carva's open palm, swirling like a vortex.
"Excellent, Carva...I can feel the hatred...I can feel that power coursing through you and I know you can as well...now...take it a bit further. Focus that rage into a ball, just as you all those times before..."
This time, Carva would picture a bubble...and begin feeding this rage fueled ki into it, slowly filling it. The energy would flicker a bit...but eventually, the transparent ball would become glowing ball of energy, sparks flying off and burning the ground...
The female Saiya-jin would point toward the target, and direct Carva further. "Now...don't throw it, Carva...push it...push it with your emotion toward the target. Erase it!"
Sweat pouring down his brow, Carva sneered and pushed his rage outward...he'd see the faces of those he hated. Those who'd angered him..incited his wrath. His arm didn't move...but soon, the attack would fly at the target at top speed and explode! The fireworks were incredible! Carva stood there silently for a moment, a grin appearing on his face. "I see...every action...fueled by wrath. I don't have to exert myself physically to throw these attacks...after all, I am the Legendary Elite...but...you owe me now. Who...are you?"
"Very well...at that, I did make a deal with you. When you see me, try not to be overly shocked...because everything will be explained in time, Carva." The Saiyaness would would answer, and she'd reach up to the sides of her hood. Slowly, she'd remove her hood...but Carva wouldn't be prepared for what he'd see next...
He'd never be prepared...
To Be Continued
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