Might Oct 8, 2018 13:42:01 GMT -6
Post by Vocado on Oct 8, 2018 13:42:01 GMT -6
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Lava cracked and bubbled far below the King, his eyes scanning the landscape in contemplation. Times were getting tough; Ramen and Nashua had gone missing since he’d yelled at them, the dragon balls were scattered, and worst of all? Boreal wasn’t a corpse yet. The stress was getting to him, though it was lessened ever-so slightly thanks to a few new friends he’d made. Even still, a nice conversation or two won’t ease every trouble a king could have.
Vocado sat at the edge of a massive obsidian disc. The mighty ring was hanging above a large valley. He wondered how the lava below would feel against his skin. Would he even feel it? People say that you die before you even sink in, but Earthling reports weren’t usually based on those strong of chi.
”Maybe this is wrong,” he muttered, knowing not a soul was listening. ”The Saiyans were destined to fail, perhaps. We’ve had centuries of success. The pendulum has to swing the other way some day, right?” Yes of course it did. That’s how fate worked, if he believed in destiny that is. He wasn’t sure about that part anymore. But maybe kicking the pendulum back would work. If he had enough strength— if his people had that drive— then they’d survive without the need for outsider subjugation. Vocado knew now that he was ready to face his demons, but he needed one last ounce of proof. One more swing at the lock on his soul, and it’d shatter.
”Pum,” he spoke aloud into his scouter. ”Do me a favor and summon Cress to my coordinates. I have a favor to ask of him.”
The voice on the other side obliged, and Vocado simply waited, his feet dangling off the edge of the immense stone arena that itself dangled over the embodiment of death.