...would it have helped with the Space Princess reveal? I can't think that "We have all been lying to you! You are not as strong as you think you are!" was the result of a good roll. Since it wasn't used, I suppose it was a terrible roll anyways?
Also, we now have enough of a speed advantage that we could probably grab her and teleport her to the other side of Garenhuld and teleport back faster than she could react, and the dragon DOES seem to be taking its sweet time coming down through the atmosphere, right?
Also, we now have enough of a speed advantage that we could probably grab her and teleport her to the other side of Garenhuld and teleport back faster than she could react, and the dragon DOES seem to be taking its sweet time coming down through the atmosphere, right?
Of course he does. Because you see, Simon, we are not dealing with your average villain anymore. It has risen above and become a legend! The legend that you fear! It, has become, a supervillain!
[X] Take this to somewhere open. Grandma Apra will need the open sight lines for sniping, and all four of you will be able to combine fire more easily, this way.
[X][Ask] Do any of the seers have advice for fighting the dragon?
[X][Ask] Are there any seers who could help with tactical coordination?
Sensei Carrick! The dragon's here! I need help. Can you See what I need to do?
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...Sensei? Sensei!
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...anybody...?
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...oh, no...
Last Stop On the Way Down
You let the bellow trail off, dragging instincts built for a skyscraper-sized ape back under your control. It comes slowly, trailing off in a slow descent before fading into a rock-shaking growl.
The growls and roars are always the hardest part to suppress. There's a lot of overlap with native saiyan instincts there.
You stare up at the dragon, estimating its descent time. Five minutes, maybe. Its descent isn't entirely unpowered.
You look over your shoulder. "Maya, stay here."
Your friend, far below, gapes up at you. "Kare- Ka- Kar- Ka- Karen?!"
You sigh. "No. Kakara. Maya, focus."
She stares at you, at a loss for words.
"You can't help. Not this time," you say, turning and kneeling down in front of her. "I promise that I'll explain everything later-" If there is a later, your mind whispers treacherously. "-but for right now, I need you to stay out of the way. I don't want you to get hurt."
Her mouth works. You see tears in her eyes. "...I just want to know what's go- goi-" She sobs quietly as she loses the word. "...what?"
"I'm going to fight a monster," you say. "Then I'm going to come back and tell you what's going on." After a moment's thought, you stretch out your hand, a finger a bare foot from her face.
She flinches back for a moment, but then slowly moves back in. After a moment of looking between your face and the massive digit -- pingping -- she phases forward and slams into it, wrapping her arms around it. "...you better..." she murmurs.
"Promise," you say, hoping that you aren't lying. You slowly pull your arm back, stand-
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-appear on the stretch of snowy plains miles to the west, and turn as the dragon course-corrects in the upper atmosphere.
Definitely homing in on me. Fine then. Just what I wanted.
You watch as the dragon rockets closer, the atmosphere turning to plasma in its path.
The horizon seems to catch fire as the plasma sheathe from re-entry shatters in the resulting hurricane around the dragon's wings, casting flames over miles and miles of snow and rock. You feel a spike of alarm from Maya. It occurs to you that the dragon would have scorched her with that if she weren't too strong for it to be relevant.
You don't appreciate that very much.
With another roar, you power up to max and light up your aura before letting fly with a ki blast from your throat. The blast rockets forth, and the dragon snaps its head to the side, muscling the blast out of the way to burst miles behind. It rides the shockwave, and finally passes by overhead.
The sonic boom presses your fur flat, and you hear a dopplering shriek from the dragon. Then its wings seem almost to explode, as it looses an opening volley of its own.
Eight ki blasts roar out from its wingtips, scattering around the landscape. None of them come close to you. It is an absolutely careless waste of power.
Each of them is as strong as the blast you just loosed yourself. The plains around you explode, a grass fire kicking up through the snow in an instant. The dragon banks, flying in a circle around you before coming in to land. The impact makes it feel like the planet is shaking. You actually lift up off the ground for a moment rather than struggle for balance. A dust cloud that towers over you rises into the sky.
And then it blasts apart as the dragon thrusts its head forward and roars in your face.
You set down and dig your feet in against the sheer force that shriek exerts. You see grass and snow blasting up off the ground in that gale. Your toes dig down into bedrock before you stop skidding. Your eardrums pop before you rush ki to them in order to reinforce them.
You roar back. Somehow, in the face of that, it seems lacking.
The dragon is as unlike the legends of Shenron and Porunga as you are from your Oozaru form. This thing looks like an overgrown lizard, four-legged and animal, with wings sprouting from between the shoulders of its forelegs. Its scales, ridged and jagged, are jet black, seeming to drink in the light. It's massive. You knew from your second vision that it was giant, but the scale eluded you. Its head is only slightly smaller than your entire body. This thing could bite you in half with a snap of its jaws.
It straightens from its hunched posture -- because even four-legged, it had to bend over to get its head on-level with yours -- and sneers down at you. And yes -- sneers. There's something about it-
I do not require anything so base as body language to make my intentions known, Ape Princess.
Your eyes widen for a moment as you reset your balance. Then they narrow. "So you are a person."
It throws its head back and screeches -- hideous laughter, you just know, in the silence of your own head. Person? You wound me, Highness, with such insults. You call that primate child you left back on that mountain peak a person. I am a god.
Your eyes narrow to slits. "That's quite a thing to say, dragon. You might catch Beerus's ear, talking that way. You ever heard what he does to people who annoy him?"
The dragon growls in contempt. If the cat had any objection to how I behave, I would not stand here today. Yet here I am. Perhaps he knows I do his work. It bares teeth, leaning down again. Besides...bold of you, is it not, to threaten me with a connection your race has not had in centuries? The cat's eye is elsewhere, as are those puling kaioshin who eternally scrabble about, trying to keep beings like me from having our way with the universe. And as far as they know, your race is extinct. It is, or as good as.
Your jaw clenches. "Freeza thought that, once."
Oh, Freeza!The dragon rears back on its hind legs, wings spread. Please, lecture me on the mighty saiyan race's vengeance on that overgrown newt! Tell me of the glory of your battles! Then point to the stars and call for your people to proclaim their hegemony! It slams forward back onto its forelegs. The silence of three centuries is your answer. I have slept long, but even I know of how Son Gohan oversaw your people's third, calamitous collapse.
Distantly, through the sudden roaring of blood in your ears, you hear the muffled thumps of your fists snapping shut, see the dancing light of your aura.
A low, grinding snarl in the rhythm of a chuckle rings out. Ah, now there's the nerve. You know, Princess, I have longed for centuries to taste the ki of your kind. Why, you're practically a delicacy in the modern era. So few, and fewer all the time.
You frown. "Fewer? There are more of us here than there have ever been! And all of us ready to fight you!"
It growls. Spare me your threats. I do not refer to this pathetic, self-crippled backwater. I refer to that. It sweeps out a wing across the sky above. Did you forget that your last King had two sons? Your distant cousins have not been enjoying the time since your exile began. It brings its head close to yours, gleaming fangs a mere foot from your nose. Isn't it appropriate for family to share, Princess?
You take a step back out of range, scowling back. "Well, you're not going to have us. I can sense you, dragon."
And indeed, you can. Large and intimidating as this dragon is, it's actually weaker even than you as a super saiyan -- a mere nine hundred million, give a take a couple dozen million.
And yet...the vision.
It bares fangs again. Yes, the vision.
A bolt of cold starts down your spine.
Had you not wondered after the absence of your delightful community of seers screaming in your mind about the futility of trying to talk me down? says the dragon. Have you not wondered at the timing of my arrival? Indeed, all futures from your attempts at scrying me showed me arriving in a week. I would have orbited this little rock, taking its measure. And then...then I heard you thinking. I am not your plaything, Ape Princess, and I move to my own schedule, not your visions. Only a Seer can turn the future aside...and what curious things can make that so.
You snarl quietly, to cover how unnerved you are.
You are a text lying open with the important parts highlighted to me, child, and you can hide nothing from me. You have no clue of what you are, do you? Tell me, what do your people remember, of Kanassa of old? Clearly not enough, for you have learned just enough that you are open to me! You of all people should know the futility of assuming brute force of ki to be the sole determinant of an enemy's strength. You are nothing more than food, before me.
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Your head snaps about as your feel your father's, grandmother's, and Yammar's ki signatures pop in to your left. You watch as they scatter from each other, already in their golden oozaru forms. They must have transmitted directly from the Hall.
Dad steps over to you, snarling at the dragon. "I think this has gone on long enough. You are not welcome here. Leave now, or we will show you why nothing yet has been able to wipe out the saiyan race!"
"Run, or else face us all on our home ground, a year prepared for your arrival," says Grandma, drifting back and up, into the air.
"Or else learn why our families have been the ones to hold onto power for three hundred years," hisses Yammar, stepping within arm's reach of the dragon.
The dragon glances between you all. And then, it bares its teeth.
Rearing back once more with wings spread, it blots out the sky. Insolent apes! Fight if you must, and know that all will you accomplish is making my meal more entertaining! I am the harbinger of a dozen planets' ends! I am the shadow that hearkens the death of entire races! I am fire, turning all before me to ash! Before you, prideful primates, stands DEATH! Its jaws gape, and it shrieks to the heavens. KNOW THE NAME OF YOUR DESTRUCTION: DAZAREL, KING OF ENDINGS, LORD OF TERROR, THE WYRM OF THE VOID! WHAT YOUR TERRIBLE ENEMY BEGAN SO MANY CENTURIES AGO, I HAVE COME TO CONCLUDE!
Dazarel's head tips forward, and smoke curls from between his jaws. Take comfort that your lives shall feed one more worthy, and thereby grant a chance that someday I may eat your Enemy, too.
Negotiations have failed. The dragon is not open to talking. His observable power level is around nine hundred million, but he has implied and demonstrated some other manner of esoteric ability which has in some way neutralized the other Seers. Maya is still back in the mountains. All four un-Sealed super saiyans are here and ready to fight. All of them are at your power level (character sheet). Patriarch Yammar has volunteered to keep the dragon occupied up close. Grandmother Apra has volunteered to use Tabe Stauber's trick, if necessary, and is hanging back to use ranged attacks. Your father's plan is to try and hit the dragon's flanks while Yammar keeps his focus.
You have gained very basic proficiency in Jaffur Vegeta's ki trick over the course of the year. You cannot maintain the focus for it when distracted (cannot use in hand-to-hand checks), but when given the luxury of time to focus can boost your power level by five percent.
Skill Gained! Ki Refinement [Poor]: Jaffur Vegeta's contribution to the art of ki control is a strange means of controlling the flow of one's ki so tightly that virtually none is wasted. This does not improve power level, but allows one to strike with greater force. You can use this technique to a very limited extent, able to boost your effective power level by 5% when not distracted.
What is your plan of attack?
[ ] Hand-to-hand. The dragon is already going to need to deal with two golden oozaru up close; you'll be able to exploit his focus on the others to get in good hits that way.
-[ ] Try to keep him on the ground. He probably won't be able to maneuver well without his wings in play.
-[ ] Let Dazarel fly. Maybe he can fly better than he can walk, but you can fly like a cross between a hummingbird and a fighter jet. You'd like to see him try to outfly you.
[ ] Ranged. Your skill with ki refinement is still limited, and you'll only be able to keep it up when blasting. You'll contribute best this way.
-[ ] Do your best to support the fighters on the ground. Knock the dragon about and impede his mobility; use your blasts to limit his options and give Dad and Yammar openings.
-[ ] With your combination of abilities, your time would be better spent trying to outright damage the dragon. Blast as hard as you can, and try to knock Dazarel out of the fight outright.
[ ] Write-in. The above are suggestions; perhaps you have your own ideas as to how Kakara should handle this. Feel free to write-in additions or substitutions at any point.
THREE-HOUR MORATORIUM. THIS VOTE HAS NOW CLOSED.
Let the battle begin.
On this, the nine hundredth page of the thread, Kakara begins to fight a dragon. Let's have some fun, folks!
It growls. Spare me your threats. I do not refer to this pathetic, self-crippled backwater. I refer to that. It sweeps out a wing across the sky above. Did you forget that your last King had two sons? Your distant cousins have not been enjoying the time since your exile began. It brings its head close to yours, gleaming fangs a mere foot from your nose. Isn't it appropriate for family to share, Princess?
This is very interesting and something to investigate after we deal with him. Maybe interrogate one of the aliens and mindwipe them. Looking at how other saiyins have survived would give us a useful indication of what attracts the Enemy, and whether he's been seen since. It also gives us a potential cover story if we want to explore the galaxy.
Not sure on tactics. Any ideas?
EDIT: One major disadvantage is that it can read our mind, so surprise tactics like clone-sun-teleportation is difficult.
Oh, so it's confirmed to be a massive asshole then.
I'm guessing that while he's not the strongest in terms of ki, he's a psychic. As in, a measure of mind reading, and telekinesis. So we're probably fucked if we try to actually plan this. Or, you know, fucked if we think normally. Ramping up to max power might let us think faster than he can read, but IDK. Oddball might also help here? Alternatively, fight on pure instinct. Or mess with it's ability to read our mind via thinking differently than we're moving... Too bad we can't have Jaffur temporarily take over our body or something using magic combined with Seeing.
*sigh* defeating mindreaders/precognitives is a pain in the ass.
Anyways, so guys, how do we kill this thing?
Instincts tell me to flying inside its mouth and blow it the fuck up from inside, since he can't attack if we're inside him. If he's using TK as a defense, it's also probably more of a challenge for him to use it within his own body. Alternatively. Turn small again, go in through the ear, and wreack havoc with his brain.
Another possibility is go full off the wall, apply what we've learned from trying to learn spirit bomb, combine it with our Seeing, and borrow ki from ourself across time and space for a single overpowered attack. No clue if that's possible though.
From the premade votes this:
[ ] Ranged. Your skill with ki refinement is still limited, and you'll only be able to keep it up when blasting. You'll contribute best this way.
-[ ] Do your best to support the fighters on the ground. Knock the dragon about and impede his mobility; use your blasts to limit his options and give Dad and Yammar openings.
The dragon is as unlike the legends of Shenron and Porunga as you are from your Oozaru form. This thing looks like an overgrown lizard, four-legged and animal, with wings sprouting from between the shoulders of its forelegs. Its scales, ridged and jagged, are jet black, seeming to drink in the light.
It straightens from its hunched posture -- because even four-legged, it had to bend over to get its head on-level with yours -- and sneers down at you. And yes -- sneers. There's something about it-
I do not require anything so base as body language to make my intentions known, Ape Princess.
Your eyes widen for a moment as you reset your balance. Then they narrow. "So you are a person."
Your eyes narrow to slits. "That's quite a thing to say, dragon. You might catch Beerus's ear, talking that way. You ever heard what he does to people who annoy him?"
The dragon growls in contempt. If the cat had any objection to how I behave, I would not stand here today.
The cat's eye is elsewhere, as are those puling kaioshin who eternally scrabble about, trying to keep beings like me from having our way with the universe.
Oh, Freeza!The dragon rears back on its hind legs, wings spread. Please, lecture me on the mighty saiyan race's vengeance on that overgrown newt! Tell me of the glory of your battles! Then point to the stars and call for your people to proclaim their hegemony! It slams forward back onto its forelegs. The silence of three centuries is your answer.
Distantly, through the sudden roaring of blood in your ears, you hear the muffled thumps of your fists snapping shut, see the dancing light of your aura.
A low, grinding snarl in the rhythm of a chuckle rings out. Ah, now there's the nerve. You know, Princess, I have longed for centuries to taste the ki of your kind. Why, you're practically a delicacy in the modern era. So few, and fewer all the time.
Guys. This dude just doesn't have precognition, telepathy, and the ability to tell Chronoa to get fucked. He absorbs Ki. He's probably going to suck up whatever ranged attacks get thrown at him to either heal himself or throw back. We need to treat him like an Android as well.
It growls. Spare me your threats. I do not refer to this pathetic, self-crippled backwater. I refer to that. It sweeps out a wing across the sky above. Did you forget that your last King had two sons? Your distant cousins have not been enjoying the time since your exile began. It brings its head close to yours, gleaming fangs a mere foot from your nose. Isn't it appropriate for family to share, Princess?
So. There are other Sayians and they're either enslaved or got wiped out.
Which means either this newt met them centuries ago, or met them recently and was unable to eat them.
Had you not wondered after the absence of your delightful community of seers screaming in your mind about the futility of trying to talk me down? says the dragon. Have you not wondered at the timing of my arrival? Indeed, all futures from your attempts at scrying me showed me arriving in a week. I would have orbited this little rock, taking its measure. And then...then I heard you thinking. I am not your plaything, Ape Princess, and I move to my own schedule, not your visions. Only a Seer can turn the future aside...and what curious things can make that so.
Guys. This dude just doesn't have precognition, telepathy, and the ability to tell Chronoa to get fucked. He absorbs Ki. He's probably going to suck up whatever ranged attacks get thrown at him to either heal himself or throw back. We need to treat him like an Android as well.
Oooh, nice catch. We should tell the others this might be the case ASAP. This might be why it wasn't even scratched in the vision, after all 4 of us had exhausted ourselves.
EDIT: Holy shit we nearly spirit bombed him! He might have exploded like that one guy in the Buu saga, but I bet there would have been a roll.
Oooh, nice catch. We should tell the others this might be the case ASAP. This might be why it wasn't even scratched in the vision, after all 4 of us had exhausted ourselves.
EDIT: Holy shit we nearly spirit bombed him! He might have exploded like that one guy in the Buu saga, but I bet there would have been a roll.
We have to kill a Dragon by punching it to death.
And he knows it. He can throw ki blasts without care, and being A MotherFucking Dragon he's also no slouch in hand-to-hand as well.
... if we make this work, that other conquerer should take one look at the fact we've mounted this guy's skull in outer space and run.
Guys. This dude just doesn't have precognition, telepathy, and the ability to tell Chronoa to get fucked. He absorbs Ki. He's probably going to suck up whatever ranged attacks get thrown at him to either heal himself or throw back. We need to treat him like an Android as well.
Not gong to say that's unviable, but there's a few key variables that need to be known.
1. What his limit of ki held before exploding? Variable X
2. How much Ki can he throw out of his system at once? Variable Y
3. How efficiently can we put that Ki into him? Variable Z.
The reason I'm using the quintessential algebra variables? We know the answer to none of these.
We'd need to figure out these... while having our every though read, and being countered to the best of our foe's ability.
Oooh, nice catch. We should tell the others this might be the case ASAP. This might be why it wasn't even scratched in the vision, after all 4 of us had exhausted ourselves.
EDIT: Holy shit we nearly spirit bombed him! He might have exploded like that one guy in the Buu saga, but I bet there would have been a roll.
Alternately, blasting it might work if it has dedicated ki-absorption points; if it literally eats them or grabs them in the underside of its wings or such. Maybe some test blasts to see? But then again, psychic...