Post by Lord Chill on Oct 24, 2018 21:36:02 GMT -6
After tracking down that rogue escape pod and dealing with it's complications as quickly as he could, Chill headed off across Namek. He had work to do. He needed to track down the whereabouts of Lord Boreal, and soon. Knowing what he'd been sent for, and hearing in reports from down the grapevine that Boreal and the so called 'King' of the Saiyans had run into each other while on Namek. The details of their meeting where unavailable, but Chill assumed that a scuffle might have occurred. He hoped that Boreal had been doing his job of stopping the Saiyans collecting the Dragon Balls. He would find out.
Serving some men an order over his comms, Chill had some of the fleet's best technicians and hackers crack the Saiyan Kingdom's encryption and get him the scouter frequency of the King himself. While walking in the outer plait, he looked into whatever reports he could find on the events on Namek. Supposedly there was a theory that the Saiyans' base of operations on Namek was somewhere near the outer plait. If this was true, this coincidence would serve him well.
Heading to the guessed position of the base, he crept up beside a large rock by a dying tree, and looked out past it. From there he spied a group of three Saiyan Kingdom soldiers heading towards what looked to be an outpost. Whomever had been theorizing their location, their guess had been correct. Snapping a picture with his scouter and sending it off to his peers, he headed back into the outer plait about a few minutes distance, flying low to remain inconspicuous.
Reaching somewhere he was comfortable, Chill stopped. Pressing a button on the side of his scouter, Chill dialed the king. He was the best lead Chill had on finding Boreal at this point, and with his newfound position as a Board Director he found it only fitting that the heads of two parties at war meet.
"King Vocado, I presume? This is Lord Chill, Board Director of the World Trade Fleet. I'd like to meet with you. I have questions. I've attached my co-ordinates. Come alone."
He spoke clearly, and each word came out as sharp as a knife with a few moments waiting between his mi for a response. Once he'd confirmed that he'd dialed the right scouter, he would abruptly hang up as they spoke. And then... he would wait. Sitting down in amidst the crag of Namek's northern scar, he would patiently linger until his guest had arrived.
Vocado clicked his scouter off, sighing in his chair. Today was one of the few days when he wasn’t dealing with something. No meetings or reports to listen to for at least a few hours, no troublemakers or traitors whining to him in vain. If it hadn’t been a man of such an interesting title, the King would have ignored it, but a Director? Sounded like someone pompous enough to be worth knocking down a peg.
Walking out of the capsule building at the head of the Saiyan Kingdom’s base, Vocado finished clipping his cape into place as he turned to one of the guards near his door. He preemptively waved his salute away, and began to explain. ”I’ll be gone for a bit. Meeting with some Namekians at the fringe of the Scar. Hold my calls for me, will you?” Chuckling, the Saiyan blasted skyward, following his map closely.
It wasn’t long before he found the proverbial X on the map. Perched a good few miles from a nearby outpost, the mystery man had a good view of the soldiers stationed there. If it came down to a fight, would they notice?
Following his senses, Vocado found his target quick. The Arcosian was strong, sure, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Then again, Arcosians were known for their suppression skills. Whether this was form one or form twelve, however, Vocado wasn’t sure. Either way, he held little fear in his heart for this one. If somehow the Arcosian was more than he could handle, his space pod was idling a few mountain-ridges over. It could get here in about twenty seconds flat.
Landing casually on a large boulder, Vocado sat lackadaisically, his expression bored more than anything. ”You’ve got five minutes to get to the point, or I’ll use those horns of yours as sticks for my kebabs. That clear?”
Was that too harsh? Vocado didn’t care. After Boreal, he held little hope for peace. He hadn’t put much thought into the idea from the start anyways. Either way, he’d humor the Lizard for a bit. He needed to know how posh his opponent was anyways. Wasting well-worded insults on a brute would be a shame, after all.
Much to Chill's delight, he wasn't made to wait very long. He was nearly getting bored, and those wandering saiyans were starting to look more and more like target practice when the King showed his face, flying in and lazily draping himself astride a large rock only a few meters away. Chill walked over slowly, looking up to meet the bored eyes of the little king. Chill too didn't seem too happy to be there for a moment, before he heard the King's mouth open up.
How so very typical, a saiyan without manners. Rolling his eyes and taking a stop back in feigned surprise, Chill left his mouth in a gasp for a few seconds. "By cold's gaze, It's like nobody has an appreciation for the fine art of conversation anymore. Though, to be honest I have come to expect very little in the way of elequonce from your people." Flashing a little grin, he withheld a small chuckle.
Tilting his head and extending an upturned palm, he moved closer to the rock once more, now only a step away from it. "I'll get to the point. Lord Boreal has stopped giving his reports for the majority of his time on Namek, and failed to attend a crucial meeting among our peers. The last report we received detailed an interaction he had with you, and given your activity on the planet I had hoped you might be able to point me in the right direction." Chill knew it wouldn't be as easy as asking a question and getting an answer, but a little plan began to turn it's wheel in the back of his head, and he was confident that he'd get what he needed.
"Ah, so you are posh. I don't know why I was hoping for something of a different tune. For once I'd like to meet an Arcosian who's brutish. Forgive my prejudice, but the pompous veneer your people love to champion gets old so quickly."
As Chill approached, Vocado leapt from the boulder, somersaulting through the air before landing a fair bit away from the Arcosian, arms crossed. It wasn't that he wanted to keep his distance for cautionary reasons, at least not entirely. He just wanted to keep the Lizard on his toes. Maybe Chill would think the jumping motion was an attack of some kind and drop the cool and collected act.
The question Chill had was a delightful one. Finally, people had started to wonder about Boreal. The King's cold expression softened, revealing a coy smirk. "Oh, you haven't heard? Boreal's been dead for weeks now. I'd offer to help you find the body, but I'm sure the vultures picked his bones clean days ago." Chuckling, Vocado put a hand to his chin, pondering aloud. "Quite a harrowing thought for you, isn't it? Your biggest gun is broken. We have the advantage now. Doesn't it send a... Chill down your spine?"
He laughed at his own wordplay, before falling eerily silent. He let Chill process the information, drink in the words. Vocado was more interested in seeing if Chill's composure would bend at all. If the King had to guess? This Lizard would probably muse about how unfortunately timed Boreal's death was, keeping his unease under wraps.
Lacing his words with sarcasm, Vocado placed his hands on his hips, leaning over slightly as he spoke. "So what's the next play, chief? Does this put a hole in your plans or do you have contingencies on top of your contingencies? It's only fair you tell me; I could have let you go on a wild goose chase across Namek, after all."
Post by Lord Chill on Oct 26, 2018 20:20:40 GMT -6
Chill couldn't help but let out a little chuckle at the king's views on his people. Pompous veneer was an excellent example of words they might choose to describe someone such as him, so seeing him use a little slice of the eloquence he so openly mocked was a sweet irony that provided some unexpected enjoyment from this interaction. As he went to speak, the King flipped from atop the boulder and gracefully landed a short distance away. While he didn't outwardly brace for potential attack, Chill had actively tracked his every movement through the air out of the corner of his eye as he turned to face him once again.
Then he spoke.
"He's... what?" A sorrowful look dropped upon Chill's face. While he had not known Boreal well, and as of late his opinion had been being slowly turned to the shared view of his peers about his suitability... he had still admired the man. His strength, his way with words. His vision, for the future, however false that little story might have been. For a moment, Chill had dropped the ball. Sighing, he quickly changed his tune to anger.
"Who?" He was firm and each syllable burned across his tongue. Both on a personal and a professional level this was a harrowing loss, and indeed the king was right. He was the fleet's biggest weapon, and his lost left them vulnerable and at an advantage in terms of strength. "Who did this?" Though, his awful pun did little in the way to soften the blow... that was probably on purpose, he guessed.
Then, the king pushed for some answers. Some sort of look behind the curtain of the World Trade Fleet. He had a point in that it was only fair, but Chill didn't feel that way. He felt like the monkey king deserved nothing more than to taste the salted tang of foot colliding with his face. But... Chill sighed. It didn't matter, the king was right. They had backup plans and contingencies, and what difference would it make to make that known?
"This news is... unfortunate, and gravely disappointing to put it mildly. But, grieving aside, we aren't entirely lost thanks to this turn of events. Struggle as you all might, in your quaint little kingdom of strongmen and warriors... you will lose, come the end." Despite how lost he might have seemed, Chill was confident in his words. "It's inevitable."
"Come now. I told you the biggest piece of the pie. I can't reveal the whole mystery, now can I? Let's just say it was one of his allies that did him in, but they did go down with him."
Just as Vocado had hoped, Chill was dethroned from his high horse. The Arcosian seemed to keep at least some of his composure, though, as he was more than happy to insult the Saiyan race again. He seemed so certain of the Fleet's victory. All Vocado could do was shake his head.
"You're not much of a history buff, are you? Never once have the Arcosians secured a long-lasting victory. The Galactic Tyrant's empire crumpled to dust thanks to a single Super Saiyan, and when the Solar Empire was born we ate your planet." He chuckled, looking off into the distance, watching the Saiyan's at the outpost as he continued. "I might not have a planet-consuming tree, but I can ruin your world all the same. I just need this wish out of the way, then Vegeta will be back in our hands again."
He turned back to Chill. "And don't mistake my interest in the Dragon Balls as some desperate, last-ditch effort to gain strength. I can take back Vegeta tonight if I needed to. The only reason I want these wishes is to stop your people from getting them. Monopolizing the market, as they say."
Cracking his knuckles, Vocado's expression turned deathly serious again. "Now, was there anything else you needed? If not, you should get going. I don't think it's wise for a Director to be getting into fights he can't win, after all."
"You're an idiot." Chill snarled. He wanted to rear his fist back as far as he could and punch the monkey king square in his pretentious, ignorant little jaw. He'd been gifted with a little glimpse into history by Lord Boreal's speech when they'd met on Earth, but he never imagined that it would be so dramatically be thrown back into his face by someone so impudent... and he'd never imagined that the monkeys could be so dumb as to believe that history would repeat itself once again.
Then he threatened Arcose. "Big words." If this blithering oik wanted to try he certainly could, but he'd need a little more than spikey hair, a tail, a glorified flashlight and the backup of a band of fools and misfits who did naught but wallow around in their own filth. "Nothing more, nothing less. You don't... honestly believe that you could take down Arcose, right?" A smug glare of condescension washed into his cheeks and tugged his lips upwards into a small grin.
More and more, it dawned on him that this man had hope and ambition, and believe it to be a self-evident belief. Such confidence did not belong in the hands of primates, no matter the metaphorical hat that adorned their shriveled, cocky heads. "I think I need to teach you a lesson." Chill had noticed that the King had been looking off at the saiyans moving around across their outpost.
He began to grow. His body swelled and with each pulse expended, a gross cytoplasmic liquid excreting from his skin as his low half turned dark and his head stretched out to bulbous, alien proportions. His monster form, as disgusting as it was, was enough for this fight. He hoped the lesson would be learnt before he would have to break out his True Form, as fully releasing his suppression was taxing on his body and would leave him tired and with a headache ringing in his head for days afterwards.
Now changed, he pointed at Vocado and stomped his left foot down to the ground, thrashing his tail absentmindedly in a fit of frustration. "I'll teach you the benefits of knowing your station, monkey. Just remember... this is on you." Keeping his eyes tracked on Vocado so he could see his face change, Chill swept his arm to the side and aimed his fingertip towards the outpost like a pistol.
Like a streak of light, his beamed headed through the air towards the outpost and a small squad of saiyans heading there. If Vocado did nothing, it would explode on impact. He'd either have to counter it or take the blow himself to save his precious men.
Chill transformed into his Monster Form (x4), making his PL: 80,000! Chill fired [N1] Precision towards the outpost soldiers in the distance for 26,400 PL, aiming for the explosion to kill a group of soldiers.
Vocado watched silently as Chill's body began to contort, the Lizard's energy rising as a result. He was still manageable, but was this his strongest? It wasn't smart to risk waiting to find out. Slipping a controller out of his pocket, he called his space pod with it. The machine would be here soon, but for now he'd fight the beast with his own strength. It wasn't like he was outmatched or anything, though.
"Please, don't whip me too hard! O' master of mine!"
Watching Chill's finger closely, his brow raised. It wasn't aimed at him? Turning to watch, he was surprised to see his opponent strike at the Saiyans far off in the distance. They'd never survive an attack like that!
What a shame.
Body filling with Ki, Vocado darted forward. Not to save his peers, but to attack his enemy. As he soared forward, he drove his fist into Chill's gut, hoping to wind him with the harsh blow. "You really need to keep your eyes on the prize, my dear boy." Rearing his leg back, he aimed to deliver a round-house kick to Chill's massive jaw, hopefully sending him spinning away, before landing in a crumpled heap.
In the distance, an explosion rang out. Surely most of the Saiyans had perished. Not all of them of course; surely Chill's blast hadn't been large enough to vaporize the entire outpost. Either way, he'd lost some men. It was odd that he seemed so nonplussed. In all honesty, it just seemed wasteful to defend them.
"Last chance to run away. I won't offer this olive branch again."
KP: 1/3 Used [UP2] Savage Salvo (flavored as the round-house kick)! 66% Power for a damage potential of: 42,240!
Chill watched confusion as the surprise on Vocado's face hadn't prompted him to move. He didn't even smile at his kill, he simply raised a brow and looked over the Saiyan again. Before he could question of the king had understood what just happened, he saw a flash of ki emanate from the edges of Vocado's body and within moments his gut was filled with pain and all the air was forced out into the Saiyan's face. "Guhh! Y-You bastard..."
Chill winced and wheezed, tugging at the air around with his lungs to fill them back up. Before he could recover, the punch was quickly followed up with an incredibly powerful kick to the jaw. The wind rushed past his ears as with closed eyes he plummeted through the air, hitting the ground and dragging through the dirt. Reaching a hand up, he rubbed his bleeding jaw and with a loud crack he clicked it back into place.
Heaving in air, he slowly rose from the ground and stood as the dust settled around him. "You and your olive branch... can kindly go fuck yourselves." Chill sighed deeply as he still struggled to breath from the winding he'd taken, and grit his teeth. It wasn't worth the migraine and the lethargy his final form would bring, but he needed to find more power to drag this king down to the dirt.
Spitting a large splotch of blood to the ground through his clenched teeth, he stood wide and braced as he screamed and groaned. Pushing inside himself, he tensed as hard as he could through the screaming and forced as much power as he could to rise from within.
Through the loud screeching, Chill's body rapidly expanded and grew beyond it's already monstrous proportions. His tail swelled to be as thick as his thighs and his arms and legs started to resemble tree trunks. His massive, veiny, straining body trembled under it's own weight as his feet dug into the dirt and he raised a muscle-bound arm to point at Vocado.
"Au revoir, mon petit roi d'imbéciles."
As he spoke in his native tongue, a burst of red light emitted from the tip of his pointed finger. However, this time it was much more powerful than the beam he'd thrown to kill the low-level mooks earlier had been. The deadly beam was aimed directly for the center of Vocado's torso.
Chill took the attack, taking around 50% damage. Chill bulked up! His new Bulked PL is 100,000 / 20,000, reading as 100,000. Chill fired [UP2] Precision Shot towards Vocado for 66,000 PL, aiming for his gut/torso.
PS, his arcosian speech says "Goodbye, my little king of fools."
Vocado chuckled happily. Chill was taken for a spin far faster than Vocado expected. Had he really been that sure of Vocado's heroism? Arcosians were far more foolish than anything the rumors said. "You're very sure of yourself, aren't you? A shame the bravado isn't founded."
It wasn't long before Chill found his footing again, angrily screeching like some wild dog. His energy surged, and his muscles stretched beyond their limit. To say he looked grotesque now would be a vast understatement. The Saiyan King took a step back, his muscles tensing as the Lizard's ki formed at the tip of his finger. Would he even be able to dodge this?
The answer came quickly. With a flash of light, the beam raced forward. Vocado tried to move quickly, but the dagger-like energy caught him in the chest, exploding harshly on impact. Dust and smoke plumed outwards, but a cough came from inside, betraying Vocado's livelihood to the Arcosian before the dust settled. With a wave of his hand, and a burst of Kiai, the smoke evaporated, revealing Vocado to be alive, but in no good condition.
His armor sported a massive, blackened hole in its stomach. Beneath it, the skin had reddened considerably, and it seemed as though a few burn marks were present. Panting heavily, the King spit a wad of blood from his mouth, before slowly floating upwards.
"Not bad. Hope you don't mind if I take a turn?"
Vocado's body soared upward, and from behind him, a space pod crashed into the ground. Though Chill might expect the pod's hatch to open, it had not done so yet. Was the pod a trick, perhaps?
Stopping a good distance up, Vocado cupped his hands near his side, before angling his body to look straight down at Chill. "Since you're so eager to toss energy blasts around, why don't I do the same?! This is an old favorite of the Kings of Vegeta. Why don't I let you sample its power? HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Energy formed in his palms; crackling violet Ki rumbling the ground as it formed far above it. A wicked grin found its way onto Vocado's features.
"WHY DON'T YOU TRY HANDLING THIS, PIPSQUEAK?! Gyarikku Hō!!!"
He thrust his hands forward, and the Ki exploded from his palms in a violent violet beam. It soared through the air, aiming to slam into Chill and send him packing.
KP: 0/3 Used [ITEM] Armor to increase defenses! Defensive PL for this post: 128,000! took full damage from Precision Shot. Roughly 51% damage. Used [N1] Galick Gun! 33% Power for a damage potential of: 21,120! Intent: incapacitate the boy!
Chill's attack had driven it's way into the depths of Vocado's core and exploded, scattering up dust and leaving a satisfied grin stretched across Chill's face. Quickly snatched away from Chill, the grin vanished when the dust was blown away to reveal a living king with a severely burnt, blackened hole in his chest piece driving through to sear his skin to a red.
Without hesitation, the injured King quipped back and soared into the air followed by an impact that shook the ground throughout the area. As the dust cleared, Chill saw a space pod. For a moment he waited for it to open, but when it didn't he quickly glared up into the air and watched as fiery violet ki crackled with jolts of energy surrounding Vocado's body and growing with each passing second.
Screaming to Chill, Vocado threw his arms forwards sending the energy surrounding him barreling forwards in the form of a wide expanse of deadly and dangerous ki. For a moment, Chill twitched and tried to dodge, but his body was far too slugish when swolen like this. He had no choice but to drag his way through the attack, and endure.
"Merde!" Chill cussed in his native tongue, feeling the pain of the beam's impact reverberate throughout his swollen body, his expanded body armor cracking and sizzling under the heat and pressure of the attack. Gritting his teeth he spat blood to the ground and reached his palms out, gripping at the incorporeal energy source and dragging it downwards as it dispersed across his body.
His body was hurt. Minor burns ran all up his chest, and his armor had been charred to an ashen black and split in two, falling to the ground. His arms were more scolded by the heat of the ki, blackened edges on his chitin bands and slight deformations across his body crystals. The accumulating damage of this fight was getting to him, making his body ache with how heavy it felt under the pressure of this swelling.
Sighing and dropping the bulking, he spat to the side and turned into a combative pose on his side, gesturing slowly for the hovering King to descend and approach. He was badly damaged, and yet he still stood with a confident grin. "It... seems your bravado... wasn't founded either. Come, show me the strength of a Saiyan king."
Chill uses his Battle Armor & Durability. Tanks attack, taking 35% dmg. Total damage 85%. Ended [UT] Bulking, meaning next turn my Defensive PL will be back to normal. Chill regains 1 KP.
The smoke subsided quickly after Vocado's strike, revealing the Arcosian across from him to be alive and well. A shame really, but at least he wasn't completely helpless. In a way, it almost excited him. To know others could come anywhere close to his and his allies newfound strength, much in the same way Boreal did. Maybe the fight for the Dragon Balls wasn't over just yet; perhaps instead it was only beginning.
"You've got spirit, Director. I'll give you that much."
Vocado panted lightly. He was low on energy, but if he had just a bit of time, he could get back into the fray without incident. Luckily his enemy was winded as well, and by the looks of things he was more wounded than he wanted to let on from that last attack. Descending slowly, Vocado clicked a button on his space pod's controls, and sent it flying away. It soared into the clouds, hiding in the atmosphere. Should he need it, the machine would be able to project from above.
"I don't think I'll need my Great Ape," he bluffed cockily, "Your power couldn't possibly rise much higher. Most Arcosians only have a handful of forms to run through, and by the power increase I've felt you're nearing your limit."
Chill's taunts were certainly tempting, but trickery in battle was Vocado's angle. He'd let his opponent make the next move. Cowardly? No. Only the foolish would charge in so brashly after expending so much.
"No. I think I'd much rather see what a Director can do. Unless of course you still want to run. I do so love the idea of crushing you after you've gained a little more strength. It'll fill your head with a little too much bravado, and then?" He flicked his finger at his fist, before opening the fist as the flick made contact, a popping noise coming from his mouth as he did. "Your choice though. If your lover, Boreal, was that important to you, I completely understand the need to defend his honor."
Vocado was becoming too confident, it seemed. Cocky with self-assurance, he taunted and with a click of a button the would-be King's space pod shuddered out of the dirt it had lodged itself in and rocketed back up through the air and into the clouds and vanishing from view. A trick? Chill shook his head. If there was one thing that the Saiyans exceeded at without fail it was their lack of grounding in reality when it came to projecting their own strength.
Next came the King's examination of his power. Chill nodded carefully, and thought for a moment if this was worth the headache of shifting into his true form. He thought he'd hold it in for as long as he reasonably could; it was a tiring experience and as it seemed his opponent too understood the importance of keeping your stamina as high as you could keep it in battle. The law of attrition, and all that. He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts.
It was becoming very apparent that if this tussle were to continue, Chill would have to make the first move. "Boreal? My lover...? Hohohoho. While his vision was certainly as large as his power, don't mistake my shock and disappointment at his death for mourning." Chill sunk low and prepared flicked his tail to his right side, reeling it up like a snake preparing to strike. Chill briefly smiled as he realized that with Boreal gone it might benefit him with his newfound political power, and then charged forwards.
His goal as he came in was to go for the Saiyan's most exploitable weakness, the tail. Rushing in, Chill thrust his tail low to coil around Vocado's leg and pull as he engaged with a short, fast jab to the chest, his other arm seemingly hooking in to follow at side of his chest but instead slinking behind and reaching to snag Vocado's tail while his twist had taken him off balance. His large body was hard to move around, but with his over inflation now gone, he was as agile as this form would allow once more.
[UT] Bulking officially over! Chill engages and non-KP snags for your tail. Chill regains 1 KP.
"Oh come now. You can admit your secret trist to me if it might ease your heart."
Suddenly, Chill moved forward, his massive form now unencumbered by the added muscle he'd packed in. He was fast, perhaps too fast for Vocado to properly deal with. The King sunk into his own stance as the lizard approached, realizing too late that Chill had swung his tail out to grab Vocado's ankle. Try as he might to pull away, he was dragged in, receiving a quick pop to the gut for his lack of sight.
Trying to keep from further injury, Vocado followed the motion of Chill's free hand as closely as he could, realizing, perhaps before Chill would have liked, that the Arcosian was aiming for a vital spot. His eyes widened; though he knew full well he'd trained away the paralyzing sensitivity of it being grabbed, the real worry was losing it entirely. All it'd take would be a proper tug, and if Vocado was too slow to retaliate, it was all over.
But, Chill had no clue Vocado had trained away the weakness. It could be a good thing to let it be grabbed, if only for a moment...
He hadn't time to decide, as whilst he was running through the options in his head, he felt his furry appendage being grabbed. Instinct kicked in, and he feigned a quiet gasp, before going limp. He tried to keep from moving of his own volition as much as possible, his eyes narrowed and teeth grit as he tilted his head to stare his attacker down.
"...Bastard... That's cheating you know...!"
Part of him wondered if he should activate his pod now, but he waited. If he moved for the controller he had in his breastplate, Chill would realize this was just a ruse, and try something dangerous.
"So... You think this is... Over?! Huh?!" He grunted angrily, hoping his acting classes would pull him through. "I can beat you... Even if you're a no-good... CHEATER! RRRRGH!"
KP: 2/3 +1 KP for no tech use! Vocado is grabbed! Thanks to [UT] Tail Training, he suffers no penalties.
Post by Lord Chill on Nov 17, 2018 22:13:42 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 Transformed PL (x6): 120,000
As he clasped onto the tail of the King, he tightened his grip like a vice and watched as the royal let out a gasp of forced air and went limp like a flimsy noodle strand. Chill laughed as the saiyan spoke of how dirty that tactic was, and tightened the grip harder. Reaching up a hand to meet the loosely hanging face of the king, Chill met the glare in his eyes with a soft gaze and ran his hand down his cheek.
"How easy it would be to take this little thing from you for good... Just a little tug..." Chill pulled sharply for a moment, but not enough to take the tail off and vindictively held it out tugged for a moment before bring it back, still tightly held. But quickly his playful sinister face dropped into one of scrutiny and malcontent as he more closely examined the king's eyes. Something felt very off.
Chill had many years experience witnessing true agony up close, and so he had a pretty good instinct for picking up on how real or fraudulent someone's pained expressions might be. Despite how good a liar the king was... he was still a liar. Chill let loose a slap to his face and let go of his tail, not caring whether the strike actually connected or not.
Chill raised an eyebrow and spat in the monkey's direction before taking a quick step back. "Do you take me for a fool?" Like lightning he fired a quick shot towards Vocado's ankle, very clearly furious. "C’est dommage que tu ne sois pas au courant!" In his native tongue Chill exclaimed his pity for the pathetic monkey, firing another shot towards the hole in Vocado's armor. As he fired the shot, he quickly underwent a change. It was worth the headache at this point.
"I AM ABOVE YOU!"
As Chill's body warped and quickly slimmed into his true state of being, Chill screamed out at the monkey. Raising his arms dramatically by his side, Chill aired his superiority for the world to see, bravado and flair on full display. Feeling pressure build in his skull, Chill's face become hotter and fury that he'd been brought this far to put down the fool.
The monkey had sent away his Blutz Pod, but he could have it called back at a moment's notice. If Chill wanted to put him down he needed to act now. Casually flicking his hand forwards, his pointed finger locked at Vocado and aimed for where Chill supposed the spleen might be in a Saiyan's body and let loose a substantially powerful shot compared to his previous two. "Just die already, you pathetic worm!!!"
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