A Challenger Approaches
lordchaos99
(I have left SV)
A Challenger Approaches
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As the proclamation of ownership begins sinking in to the gathered crowd, your grin only widens. Your focus beyond the mere mouthpiece delivering the words, but unerringly focused on the bulkhead of the ship, behind which lay a violent Power that had the ability to shift planets with a gesture.
"Gottex damn it. We could have gotten information." You hear the soft sigh of your brother.
Chuckling darkly you step into thin air once more. Reappearing above the crowd wreathed in an Emerald aura, flickering restlessly. The clouds that had spawned with your Transformation flash with unnatural lightning, casting a blue hue over the world.
"If Lord Slug wishes to take this world from it's inhabitants, surely he would deign to grant us his presence. After all, no True ruler would delegate to a weakling such as this." Your voice enhanced, echoing through the corridors of the ship. Though the brilliant spiking of your Ki should also draw some attention. The Legendary Saiyan hovers above the crowd of pathetic weaklings, gesturing with the severed helmet of an alien. Silently the messenger's headless corpses falls over. You briefly consider carving your name upon the messenger's soul as it departs into the afterlife, but eventually decide he is too unimportant to grace with your signature.
"Additionally, I rather doubt the ruler of this world would appreciate being taken over." Gohan adds, rising to join you grudgingly.
"Heh, you are right about that Gohan. I don't appreciate it. Now come out and face us Slug."
"Gossard...I meant King Furry!" Gohan mentions for no reason, casting the white training coat aside, letting it land gently as the weight enchantments cease. Fixing his blue wristbands he slides into the stance of the Demon King.
The ship rumbles as the presence within moves. And your fists clench in anger. Not content with mere mocking laughter, the Slug that dared to invade your world had gripped his own ship and used grinding metal to emulate the sound.
Your attention is drawn to a shaking soldier who steps forward.
"M-M-My Lord Slug would wo-would like to uh p-politely decline t-the off-" Huh, some form of chip implanted adjacent to the brain stem that regulates certain biorhythms. Or you assume it to be the brainstem, it looks rather like one despite being located closer to the middle of the neck than the Human or Saiyan brains.. And the species is definitely not adapted to the heat, it appears to be overclocking it's own bodily processes and lacking many of the regulatory methods for temperature.
"I suppose I could keep killing your little messengers, but I'm also easily bored. It comes with being a child. So I'll give you, oh, one more chance to join us out here in the open. Before I see how many hundred meals I can consume in one sitting." You call out, taking a delicate bite of roast alien. Then another, larger bite, it really was quite good.
"I think I'll see if living weakling tastes better next. Ooh, maybe a nice sandwhich. That brown alien between those two white ones. Have you tried them? And before you say anything Gohan, cannibalism only applies to those who share a species, and I doubt these pathetic wretches share an intelligence level with us for your second complaint."
The laughing had stopped.
You feel your power swell, fueled by your violent pride and the eager pleasure of being able to slaughter without mercy. This was going to be fWhere did he come from!
Leaping back in surprise from the ancient green alien that seemed to appear before you without crossing the intervening space. His heavy orange glove through the place your chest had been. You let out a growl of primal rage and move forward. His other heavy glove gain spearing through empty air, your image fading. Reappearing above him, bringing both feet down onto his face, you feel the shockwave ripple. A Demon relied on Misdirection, and you were a King of that Art.
You idly wonder where the crowd had disappeared too as you look down at the crater below you, Lord Slug rising. Gohan probably carried them away, he was 'ethical' like that.
A flash of energy and you are next to him again, your blows carving a path through the air protected by your own Majesty. Clouds in the sky roil with pure Power and it begins to rain.
Your blows are weak but many, reliant on your natural speed and athletic build to duck and move around the old man. He is strong, but not that strong, and your Legendary might and smaller status allow you to avoid and ignore his responses. Flaring around the skies, you clash with the Warlord, you should be faster than him. Again and again you flare your energy and shift around him, smirking in victory as you embed your foot into his face, or your elbow into what you assume is a kidney-like organ.
But, again and again, every time the clash moves beyond melee he is faster. His flight should not move that way. With a twist, you barely dodge his sudden blow from behind. A brace of Ki Blasts making him shield himself allowing you to adjust your stance and ki flow.
He should not have gotten there that fast. And then you see it.
He dashes, and as he does his hand moves. A faint gesture and he speeds forward. Telekinesis. He was moving himself with Telekinesis as well as normal flight.
You launch yourself at him again, his telekinesis seemingly reliant on hand gestures so he couldn't sustain it if he needed to block your blows. So if you could keep him in melee permanently... Winding back, fist curling up, you freeze. His hand, palm open, facing you. You can feel his mirth as you move towards him again, this time at a much more sedate pace.
"kssshhh" The slug says, though you cannot understand him. He brings your head to his palm and you Feel it.
His presence. Against your mind, from the opposite mental direction of the Legend. He wants to be let in, requires it. A veritable barrage of mental weapons bristle from his mind, a threat of permanent damage if you resist hard enough.
You slump in his grip, the purple leeching from your hair.
He enters your mind, and you feel him see your conscious thoughts, about to delve deeper.
I am a Saiyan King. I am no mere Preything to be commanded in my own mind. I have harnessed that power far beyond your pitifully weak telepathic so-called weapons. I harness the power of UNREALITY itself. The power of the False Saiyan.
Your Aura bursts to life once more, your eyes fading to pure white. Then you begin to laugh, and hear screaming. Another burst of pure, raw Power as you Ascend once more. Every iota of your mind dissolving into Acid. Surrounding the mind of this Lord Slug. He attempts to pull away, but you grip his hand and keep your forehead pressed against his palm.
"Break." You seethe, and spike your Power up higher and higher. Your victim is Lord Slug, the ancient decrepit Super Namekian. He led a gathering of Namekians into achieving the powerful form, as an unsuccessful attempt to discover a way to break Fission-Lifebonds. One that he had with the Divine Guardian of the Namekian homeworld. The form had broken his spirit, twisting it into rage and hatred and corrupt power, for which he and his group were banished and scattered among the stars.
Dozens of them, all dead or missing. From the penitent, a young Dragon who left seeking a redemption in Guardianship, to the flagrantly brutal such as himself who sought only to gather an army to reclaim his world from his other half who he had eventually broken the Bond with. He was the only Super Namek of that group left.
But not the only Super Namek alive.
The screaming had stopped. Instead, the last sounds created by the ancient Namekian warlord was laughter.
Lord Slug had passed. Long live Lord Slug, the Second. And the Third. And the Fourth. And the Fifth.
The ship behind you explodes as raw ki manifests itself. Brutal burning power consumes the ship. Someone standing at the center of it, his laugh eerily familiar but much clearer. Almost, youthful.
Where was Gohan? Or the others?
---
[ ] What Do?
[X] Cautiously approach the figure, be prepared to fight.
-[X] While trying to sense for Gohan, Mr. Piccolo, or other friendly ki signatures.
-[X] If a fight happens, use your speed to perform barrages of attack. Rely on the Demon King's style trickiness.
There are 4 children of the Slug, all Super Namekians. They are somewhere on the planet.
--
As the proclamation of ownership begins sinking in to the gathered crowd, your grin only widens. Your focus beyond the mere mouthpiece delivering the words, but unerringly focused on the bulkhead of the ship, behind which lay a violent Power that had the ability to shift planets with a gesture.
"Gottex damn it. We could have gotten information." You hear the soft sigh of your brother.
Chuckling darkly you step into thin air once more. Reappearing above the crowd wreathed in an Emerald aura, flickering restlessly. The clouds that had spawned with your Transformation flash with unnatural lightning, casting a blue hue over the world.
"If Lord Slug wishes to take this world from it's inhabitants, surely he would deign to grant us his presence. After all, no True ruler would delegate to a weakling such as this." Your voice enhanced, echoing through the corridors of the ship. Though the brilliant spiking of your Ki should also draw some attention. The Legendary Saiyan hovers above the crowd of pathetic weaklings, gesturing with the severed helmet of an alien. Silently the messenger's headless corpses falls over. You briefly consider carving your name upon the messenger's soul as it departs into the afterlife, but eventually decide he is too unimportant to grace with your signature.
"Additionally, I rather doubt the ruler of this world would appreciate being taken over." Gohan adds, rising to join you grudgingly.
"Heh, you are right about that Gohan. I don't appreciate it. Now come out and face us Slug."
"Gossard...I meant King Furry!" Gohan mentions for no reason, casting the white training coat aside, letting it land gently as the weight enchantments cease. Fixing his blue wristbands he slides into the stance of the Demon King.
The ship rumbles as the presence within moves. And your fists clench in anger. Not content with mere mocking laughter, the Slug that dared to invade your world had gripped his own ship and used grinding metal to emulate the sound.
Your attention is drawn to a shaking soldier who steps forward.
"M-M-My Lord Slug would wo-would like to uh p-politely decline t-the off-" Huh, some form of chip implanted adjacent to the brain stem that regulates certain biorhythms. Or you assume it to be the brainstem, it looks rather like one despite being located closer to the middle of the neck than the Human or Saiyan brains.. And the species is definitely not adapted to the heat, it appears to be overclocking it's own bodily processes and lacking many of the regulatory methods for temperature.
"I suppose I could keep killing your little messengers, but I'm also easily bored. It comes with being a child. So I'll give you, oh, one more chance to join us out here in the open. Before I see how many hundred meals I can consume in one sitting." You call out, taking a delicate bite of roast alien. Then another, larger bite, it really was quite good.
"I think I'll see if living weakling tastes better next. Ooh, maybe a nice sandwhich. That brown alien between those two white ones. Have you tried them? And before you say anything Gohan, cannibalism only applies to those who share a species, and I doubt these pathetic wretches share an intelligence level with us for your second complaint."
The laughing had stopped.
You feel your power swell, fueled by your violent pride and the eager pleasure of being able to slaughter without mercy. This was going to be fWhere did he come from!
Leaping back in surprise from the ancient green alien that seemed to appear before you without crossing the intervening space. His heavy orange glove through the place your chest had been. You let out a growl of primal rage and move forward. His other heavy glove gain spearing through empty air, your image fading. Reappearing above him, bringing both feet down onto his face, you feel the shockwave ripple. A Demon relied on Misdirection, and you were a King of that Art.
You idly wonder where the crowd had disappeared too as you look down at the crater below you, Lord Slug rising. Gohan probably carried them away, he was 'ethical' like that.
A flash of energy and you are next to him again, your blows carving a path through the air protected by your own Majesty. Clouds in the sky roil with pure Power and it begins to rain.
Your blows are weak but many, reliant on your natural speed and athletic build to duck and move around the old man. He is strong, but not that strong, and your Legendary might and smaller status allow you to avoid and ignore his responses. Flaring around the skies, you clash with the Warlord, you should be faster than him. Again and again you flare your energy and shift around him, smirking in victory as you embed your foot into his face, or your elbow into what you assume is a kidney-like organ.
But, again and again, every time the clash moves beyond melee he is faster. His flight should not move that way. With a twist, you barely dodge his sudden blow from behind. A brace of Ki Blasts making him shield himself allowing you to adjust your stance and ki flow.
He should not have gotten there that fast. And then you see it.
He dashes, and as he does his hand moves. A faint gesture and he speeds forward. Telekinesis. He was moving himself with Telekinesis as well as normal flight.
You launch yourself at him again, his telekinesis seemingly reliant on hand gestures so he couldn't sustain it if he needed to block your blows. So if you could keep him in melee permanently... Winding back, fist curling up, you freeze. His hand, palm open, facing you. You can feel his mirth as you move towards him again, this time at a much more sedate pace.
"kssshhh" The slug says, though you cannot understand him. He brings your head to his palm and you Feel it.
His presence. Against your mind, from the opposite mental direction of the Legend. He wants to be let in, requires it. A veritable barrage of mental weapons bristle from his mind, a threat of permanent damage if you resist hard enough.
You slump in his grip, the purple leeching from your hair.
He enters your mind, and you feel him see your conscious thoughts, about to delve deeper.
I am a Saiyan King. I am no mere Preything to be commanded in my own mind. I have harnessed that power far beyond your pitifully weak telepathic so-called weapons. I harness the power of UNREALITY itself. The power of the False Saiyan.
Your Aura bursts to life once more, your eyes fading to pure white. Then you begin to laugh, and hear screaming. Another burst of pure, raw Power as you Ascend once more. Every iota of your mind dissolving into Acid. Surrounding the mind of this Lord Slug. He attempts to pull away, but you grip his hand and keep your forehead pressed against his palm.
"Break." You seethe, and spike your Power up higher and higher. Your victim is Lord Slug, the ancient decrepit Super Namekian. He led a gathering of Namekians into achieving the powerful form, as an unsuccessful attempt to discover a way to break Fission-Lifebonds. One that he had with the Divine Guardian of the Namekian homeworld. The form had broken his spirit, twisting it into rage and hatred and corrupt power, for which he and his group were banished and scattered among the stars.
Dozens of them, all dead or missing. From the penitent, a young Dragon who left seeking a redemption in Guardianship, to the flagrantly brutal such as himself who sought only to gather an army to reclaim his world from his other half who he had eventually broken the Bond with. He was the only Super Namek of that group left.
But not the only Super Namek alive.
The screaming had stopped. Instead, the last sounds created by the ancient Namekian warlord was laughter.
Lord Slug had passed. Long live Lord Slug, the Second. And the Third. And the Fourth. And the Fifth.
The ship behind you explodes as raw ki manifests itself. Brutal burning power consumes the ship. Someone standing at the center of it, his laugh eerily familiar but much clearer. Almost, youthful.
Where was Gohan? Or the others?
---
[ ] What Do?
[X] Cautiously approach the figure, be prepared to fight.
-[X] While trying to sense for Gohan, Mr. Piccolo, or other friendly ki signatures.
-[X] If a fight happens, use your speed to perform barrages of attack. Rely on the Demon King's style trickiness.
There are 4 children of the Slug, all Super Namekians. They are somewhere on the planet.
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