Chill had been going on a lot of missions while on Namek, and besides his investigation into Boreal none of them really seemed to be of his caliber and were something he probably should have palmed off onto lower ranking officers. But he didn't. Mostly, he took on all these additional tasks out of a sense of eagerness to the see the Fleet bettered and more well oiled as a machine, but a little part of him had also been willing to do so much out of the pure ego boost that came from knowing that he could.
However, out of these many side missions... this one was more personal. He'd heard rumor that a Saiyan he'd met before in the snowy plains of Earth a short while prior had been active on Namek. Kalabas, who Chill had met after finding his ship damaged in the snow and seeking assistance from the strangers that approached. It turned out however, that Kalabas was a liar and a coward, who fraudulently claimed to be a fleet member and then fleed with a maimed shoulder after Chill got bored of their encounter and had lost track of the small creature whom he'd hoped would fix his ship.
But that was months ago. Chill only knew where to find him. An hour or so ago, he'd received word that some fleet troops had spotted a caped saiyan matching his description and a little girl while performing a series of tests on the waters at the Porunga Shrine in secret. Chill relieved them of their post temporarily, and had made his way there as soon as he could.
When he arrived, he was very calm despite the little bubble of fury that was growing in his stomach. Chill was many things; a liar, a cheat and a murderer. But he was not a fraud, nor a coward. Not at all, and he hated those that were. Approaching from behind, he wore his combat armor so as to not have his identity revealed right away, though if the monkey wasn't half as stupid as his peers he would probably work it out really quickly.
"How is the shoulder... what did you call yourself again...? Ahh, that's right. Bobrova, of Lord Friz's... Arctic Monkeys Squad I believe?"
Much to his own surprise, Kalabas discovered that he wasn’t that bad a mentor. He had a solid grasp on Saiyan Krav Maga - its history, application, and general curriculum - and the familiarity that came from practicing the art for so many years. It was his hope that he could hasten the process with Belle, teach her in one year what took him a decade to master, but he wasn’t foolish, he couldn’t expect cousin-niece to ever challenge him for the Duchy of Strongbone without first teaching her the very basics of fighting.
And that was the goal of today’s lesson. Show Belle how to punch, slap, clinch and headbutt like a true saiyan warrior, and not a runt raised by animals. Alas, raised by animals she was, and the bite mark in Kalabas’ hand bore witness to her savage beginnings. He had a stern talk with the girl after the incident, telling her how she had acted imprudently… What if he was an alien with acid blood? What, then, would have happened to her teeth and tongue? Was that what she wanted, ugly teeth and a tongue too damaged to eat fava beans? Little Belle reacted like one would expect an impressionable little child to react and Kalabas, over the wailing, promised her a picnic, where they would eat food other than the dreaded fava beans and Ramen’s microwave-molten rations. A pinky swear and a pantry scavenge later, Duke and Baroness flew hand in hand to one of the lakes near Porunga’s Shrine, where Namek was at its most beautiful.
“The secret to punching,” said Kalabas as he buttered the orange muffin in his hand now that the towel was set, “is not in the strength you put behind it, but in the technique.” He sprinkled the muffin with neatly diced ham before handing it to Belle. “Timing, habit, angle… You need all three, otherwise you will just hurt yourself. But remember, failure is the greatest teacher, the knuckle you break today is the knuckle that will hold the next time you throw a punch… Or, we could train your open palm strikes, but I don’t dabble at those… Would you like some caramel drizzle, dear?” This promised to be a pleasant afternoon.
But then it wasn’t. Out of the celestial blue came an arcosian. The arcosian. What arcosian? Kalabas couldn’t remember his name, only that he had destroyed his shoulder and his pride when the saiyan was still an overcompensating nervous wreck. Wait, was he Friz? That sounded about right. In one fell swoop Kalabas stood up and put himself between ‘Friz’ and Belle, hiding her behind his cape. “Run.”, he would whisper again and again in his mind, hoping that his telepathic cousin-niece would get the message. To the arcosian, however, it would seem that Kalabas was, if not somewhat amused, indifferent.
“We meet again, Lord... Hm, I would ask your name but I’m afraid you’d get the illusion that I give a care, so I dub thee Lord Snowflake. My shoulder is fine and healed, stronger even. But you didn’t come here concerned by my well-being, did you, Snowflake? No, you came here, I’m certain, because you want a trophy to take to that Borealis fellow, may his ancestors take pity on him. Well, he is dead. But fret not, you will join him quite soon... Unless, of course, you turn tail and run with it between your legs. You wouldn’t want to have your shoulders ripped by the cruel jaws of an oozaru, would you, Snowflake? Because I wouldn’t start or end with the shoulders… What is it that you arcosians hide inside those gems of yours? Brain matter? Nerve clusters? Either way, they look appetizing.”
Listening to her uncle with a distracted sort of attention, Belle stuffed her face with her second muffin. She nodded, trying to pay attention. It was kind of hard when these muffins were so yummy! Belle winced when her uncle mentioned breaking her knuckles. She rubbed them protectively. Perking up, Belle tilted her head to the side curiously hearing that there was an alternative in open palm strikes. Since uncle didn’t know about those, Belle would have to teach herself...Mm. Oh! But then she could surprise him with how strong she was! Hehe.
“Yes!” Belle chirped happily, holding out her third muffin for the caramel drizzle.
Cramming the sweetened muffin into her mouth, Belle licked at her sticky fingers when she felt the pressure of an approaching aura. She froze only shifting her eyes to look toward the source of the aura. It was immense and odd. On the outer edges of the aura was a calm blue that barely rippled, but at its core was a red center roiling with fury. Before she could react, Uncle Kalabas interposed himself between them, shielding her with his cape.
Belle looked up at him with wide fearful eyes. She rose to her feet slowly. Her hand lightly touched her uncle’s cape before she turned and darted away. Her faint white aura burst into being around her as she kicked off the ground. Flying away in a burst of speed, Belle glanced back at Uncle Kalabas and the arcosian.
Post by Lord Chill on Oct 28, 2018 10:04:58 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 Transformed PL (x2): 40,000
Through grit teeth, Chill retaliated. "It's Chill. Lord Chill, to be more precise you overconfident, disgusting troglodyte." His words had been those of an idiot and a savage, intentionally emphasizing the incorrect name and pondering on the taste of Arcosian flesh. He watched as his cloak rose to obscure the child he'd been with, and looked back at him as Chill began to change beneath his armor. Though it would not be of notice to Kalabas, his body grew slightly taller and reconfigured itself for newfound strength.
"I see you have a child with you. Don't fret, I shan't be attacking her. I'm here to make you tremble before me, after all. That being said..." In a shimmer of light Chill vanished from his position, his black cloaked form reappearing in an instant to block the path of the little girl. Leaning down, he reached out a finger after scanning her power level. Pathetic. Flicking her with enough force to knock her back over to where Kalabas had been standing.
By the end of the same breath, he was back in place before Kalabas. "...nobody is going anywhere until I'm satisfied." The red eyes narrowing on his face mask as the lenses focused in, he took a thorough scan of Kalabas' form and Battle Power. 41,893 wasn't absurdly impressive, but it did mean that in his current state they were physical equals. For now, until this cocky ape decided to go into his Oozaru form, Chill would see which of the two was a more skilled warrior.
Leading the charge, Chill stepped in close to Kalabas and aimed a right handed chop across his neck using his sharpened nails to slice at the skin, followed by a returning leftward strike hard across the lower right rib cage, keeping his left arm on the defensive and ready to parry incoming counters. The first strike of a man was what showed his true character. Chill would see what kind of man Kalabas had become.
Chill transformed (x2). New PL: 40,000. Chill rushed to quickly stop Belle and flicked her Chill returned to begin his strikes against Kalabas. FIGHT ME.
“Now, Snowflake, I didn’t say I wanted to know your name, did I?” Kalabas was pleasantly surprised by much of an impact his words had. Was Chill so thin-skinned that playground insults were enough to exasperate him? Kalabas would have continued with more refined appreciations of the man’s character and race, but was too polite to interrupt him now that his mouth opened to spit out some more venom. Venom far worse than the saiyan would have liked. In fact, Kalabas felt it stilling his heart. Chill wouldn't dare hurt a child, would he? Such a monstrous act was only fit for a beast, and he, as an arcosian, was no beast. “If you so much as touch her...” Chill disappeared in a flash of light. Kalabas turned around and, impelled by an explosion of ki at his feet, took Belle in his arms as she soared through the air, going with the momentum to ease the impact. When the skidding was over he fell on his back, hugging Belle tightly.
The arcosian loomed over him, barking some words that fell on deaf ears, all of Kalabas was focused on his niece. “Stiff upper lip, Belle! No crying! Consider this your best lesson yet!” He cooed as he rocked the child, rolling away from the clawed chop aimed at his neck. “There is no warfare like psychological warfare, watch as I reduce this weakling into a quivering wreck!” He threw Belle into the air and straightened himself with a small kiai, “You see, Snowflake here thinks he is artful! In truth, he forgets that fighting a saiyan is just about the WORST thing one can do! Why? Because we saiyans ne’er can yield! Even if we lose, we’ll just return stronger than ever! Don’t believe me!? WITNESS ME!”
The power of words is a strange thing. Take Kalabas’, for instance… His were, at first, meant to rile up his child’s fighting spirit, but ended up swelling him with pride. In what, you ask? Himself. Why not? Was he not about to avenge his shoulder, and more importantly, his niece? Kalabas zipped in front the arcosian, leg raised for what appeared to be an axe kick. "TASTE BOOT, FIEND!" It was also the beginning of a combo, if it connected with the arcosian’s face the saiyan would then use it to propel himself over his enemy and deliver an elbow strike at back of his neck.
KALABAS uses SELF-LOVE! New PL: 83,786
Last Edit: Oct 28, 2018 18:00:03 GMT -6 by Kalaboo: Grammar
When Belle managed to tear her eyes away from her uncle, she was met face to face with the mean arcosian that had come to hurt them. Belle let out a little scream, sliding to a stop too late to avoid the flick. She flew backwards. Her hands went to her head. Ow! It hurt! Tears welled up in her eyes as she hit the back of...armor? She felt familiar arms around her.
Belle nodded, biting at her lip. She tried to make her lip stiff and suck the tears back up into her eyes. Neither of which worked very well at all, but she was trying. Suddenly, she was up in the air. Belle squeaked a little before managing to catch herself, flying up a little way. She pumped up her fist a little and smiled weakly as he lectured her.
“Y-yes! Get him, Uncle Kala!”
Belle flew over to hide a little behind some rocks. She peeked out to watch her uncle fight. He was so strong! Belle hoped that one day she could be more like him. Pulling out a little notebook, Belle stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth as she took notes on the battle unfolding in front of her. She didn’t have the natural strength of Saiyans, so she just had to work harder at it!
Post by Lord Chill on Oct 29, 2018 10:11:37 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 Transformed PL (x4): 80,000
The girl scurried away in flight and took shelter behind a rock, and Chill's attacks had been dodged by the Saiyan rolling away with precise timing honed to an edge. Not much to make a judgement call on yet, but it seemed thus far that Kalabas might be a skilled warrior after all. Though each time he heard the word Snowflake, his cheek twitched with brewing ire deep within his soul, that would soon be exposed through the wrath of an Arcosian Lord.
His prideful words were somewhere between asinine and insane and though Chill couldn't pinpoint where exactly on that scale they sat, he knew that they had cut at the depths of his soul, quickening the flow of the fury that bubbled slowly to the top. Seemingly embellished by his bizarre declaration, the Saiyan duke charged forward with electric momentum and with a funny choice of words landed an impressive downward kick to Chill's face. Cracks formed down Chill's mask and the glass red lenses shattered as he reeled from the kick, feeling the Saiyan roll forwards to Chill backside and strike hard with an elbow to the top of his spine.
Staggering forwards and clenching his neck in pain, Chill turned back and shot daggers at Kalabas with his piercing glare. Reaching a hand up, he pried the splintered metal mask from his face and tossed it away, his other arm pulling the cloak from his back and throwing it forwards into Kalabas' face. Kalabas might have noticed the distinct differences from his normal appearance now that the combat gear was gone, a taller and more wide-set body with shorter horns being the obvious ones. But those would not matter long.
Realizing that through sheer power of ignorance the Saiyan had succeeded him in the test of strength, Chill pushed down his confidence and drew on the same pride in his might that the Saiyan had been pulling from within himself. Tugging at his insides and rolling his muscles downwards, his body quickly grew and his head elongated. It was time to show Chill's own pride, stocked by his monster strength and methodical cunning. Swollen to the height of his form Chill stood at a looming 7 feet tall and regarded his foe with a sinister grin stretched across his disproportionate face.
The wheels had been turning throughout this fight, and like an alarm a little metaphorical ding went off inside his head. His sinister grin curling to it's very edges, he stared down his foe and raised an arm to the side. A tactic he'd found himself using twice now, and it had shown varying success against Saiyans. But it seemed Chill could exploit this one's attachments more easily than the Saiyan King, Vocado. Aiming his thickened arm towards the rock the child had cowered behind.
"My name isn't Snowflake, you discourteous pillock."
A read beam of brilliant light shot from Chill's fingertip, narrow and fine like a needle but packing the immense power of the Arcosian physicality. Regardless of the cover she cowered and watched from behind, the beam would most likely do some incredibly severe damage if not prevented, due to the young girls pathetic Battle Power of a mere 100. Chill laughed acrimoniously towards the cocky Duke as a small question ran across his mind.
Would he save his little friend?
Chill transformed (x4). New PL: 80,000. Chill fired [N1] Precision at Belle for 26,400 PL worth of damage!
Chill didn’t just taste boot, he devoured it to the sole, much to Kalabas’ delight. In fact, as his elbow connected with the top of the arcosian’s spine, the duke actually let out a nervous snicker that he turned into a hearty cackle. “You might want to keep the mask, Snowflake, tacky as it may look it is far a better sight than what I recall your face to be.” With the aggressor's semblance unveiled, the highborn conqueror laughed again, each 'ha’ a thunder, sublimed by hysterical tears. “You are transformed!? Is the strongest Fleetman truly equal in power to the weakest member of the Kingdom’s elite! Oh, it is true, there is a God! And he’s a saiyan! Hahaha~!” He stopped his merrymaking for a second to yawn. “We have fun, don’t we Snowflake? Come on, little lizard, transform again! Make my day!” And wouldn’t you know it? Chill actually transformed. ‘Not as planned.’ The monster that he was within came out in the form of one of the ugliest creatures Kalabas had ever seen. With the increase in height and musculature came an elongated skull tipped by a smirking face. As expected, Kalabas went hysterical. “Poor bastard, how desperate can you be? End this pantomime, take your own life ‘fore I do it myself, that way you might keep a semblance of pride!” While he appeared to be having the time of his life, the saiyan was anything but happy. He didn’t knew whether he would be able to keep up with this new form, which wasn’t even the strongest in his opponent’s arsenal. And Belle… he had expected his girl to have the guts and the brains to at least try to fly away to safety while he kept Chill occupied, but instead she had found cover behind some rocks. Rocks that even she could blast away…
Chill aimed his shot.
The look on Kalabas’ face was one of pure agony. ‘NO!’ was all he was able to think before his instincts kicked in and he launched himself at the blast, summoning a Wonderwall to shield the child. The lord’s beam was so fine that the rock it pierced through didn’t shatter right away, but when it did it was with such force that even Kalabas was impressed... And all of this was going his way. The Precision Shot hit Wonderwall, and for a second, Kalabas feared for the worst. Then, both techniques dissipated, first the monster’s, then his. The uncle beared his fangs in a mirthless smile, he still had the upper hand. But it wouldn’t last. ‘Belle, the pod will be arriving at any second now. When you see it, I want you to go inside it and press the big red button. Don’t be afraid, I’ll keep this bastard occupied. Remember... Big. Red. Button!’
“I'm used to being looked down upon, Snowflake, mocked, even… For the things that I am, for the things that I am not, for the things that I will never be... No matter how hard I try, how much I achieve, it will never be enough. Nobody will ever give me the respect I deserve, the recognition for my efforts, my sacrifices.” Keeping his eyes trained on his enemy, he sent a signal through his bracelet computer. “But Belle... She's special. She doesn’t respect me, she loves me. This flawed insecure wretch, this clown that is so desperate to amuse, this fop that detests everything and everyone… She looked past all of my masks and into my very core, and you know what she saw?” He said as he raised his right hand and balled it, “Her father.” Kalabas dashed in Chill’s direction, burning with ki. “AND YOU JUST TRIED TO KILL MY DAUGHTER!!”, he roared, falling upon his victim in a flurry of fists and feet.
Kalabas uses [N1] Wonderwall (PL: 27649) to block the [N1] Precision (PL: 26,400) fired at Belle! [N1] Wonderwall > [N1] Precision!
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2018 19:20:03 GMT -6 by Kalaboo: Typos
Given confidence by her Uncle Kalabas’s silly demeanor, Belle managed a little smile even in a situation as scary as this. She didn’t understand half of the insults slung at Mister Snowflake, but she knew they were bad. She probably shouldn’t repeat them. Her uncle’s aura was the only worrying part. Over the time they’d spent together, Belle had watched it shift and blend colors slowly. It was still partly that deep red, but now it was mixed with a calming greenish blue hue. His aura was flickering nervously. But it didn’t match how he was acting, so it sort of confused Belle.
Then Mister Snowflake transformed.
Belle let out a soft gasp of fear. He turned into some sort of awful monster. Belle shrunk back, beginning to understand her uncle’s worries as the monster’s aura swelled in power. Her uncle’s hysterics did little to calm her down now. Scooping up her notebook, Belle backed away slowly. A flash of light from Mister Snowflake blinded her. She let out a scream and shut her eyes tightly, flinching away.
A moment passed.
When she opened her eyes, the light was gone. Belle felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her breathing quickened. The world became muted and blurry as fear seeped into every fiber of her being. She looked to Uncle Kalabas, the look on his face only adding to her fright. She reached out to him mentally for some form of comfort and managed to catch some of what he was saying. She nodded wordlessly, thoughtlessly.
Big. Red. Button.
Belle turned and ran, her eyes looking up to the skies.
Big red button.
Her body trembled and shook as she ran.
Her feet lifted off the ground as she flew off at max speed to where the pod was landing. Button…
Belle slammed into the side of the pod as it landed, opening the door.
She poked her head inside and saw it.
“Big red button…”
Belle punched the button with all the force that she could muster, activating the blutz generator within the pod. That done, she grabbed her blanket from inside the pod and wrapped herself up tightly in it. She slumped weakly against the side of the pod, her body going limp. Her face scrunched up as she tucked her knees in and looked back at where she’d left her uncle.
Belle stood up, finding some strength and took a deep breath. She shouted in her loudest voice.
Post by Lord Chill on Oct 30, 2018 20:08:52 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 Transformed PL (x4): 80,000
Oh these compassionate fools were always so predictable. As if cued perfectly by the signal of his light, Kalabas leapt exactly as expected and quickly expended energy to defend his little girl. Blegh. How sickening to see two people so dedicate and driven to help one another. It was a flawed dynamic that always lead to nothing but treachery or heartbreak. Spitting at the ground, Chill head the words of his foe's barrier finished soaking up the last of his attack.
Oh how tragically hilarious the start of his little speech was. This arrogant, primitive, wannabe noble honestly believed he was entitled to or deserved respect? A little tear of joy welled at the teeniest corner of his eye as Chill stifled a laugh. His shot at the child had done well to expel a large portion of his anger, and he was back in the right head space for this fight.
Before he could let his amusement be known, the monkey did something that surprised Chill. His words seemed to be chosen carefully, and the message they carried - while in the end no more than useless compassionate drivel - was one that would strike the hearts and rally any heroic sob to power without fail. It seemed that unlike his peers this monkey was showing signs of brain cells working within his mind.
Bow his head in mockery, Chill's tone aired nothing but sarcasm. "You have impressed me, oh noble Duke. Your words have swayed my little heart... my deepest apologies." When he reared his head back up his joke was short lived, as suddenly a barrage of punches and kicks pelted against his body. Chill managed to block or parry a few of the strikes, but it seemed the anger in Kalabas' eyes was not just a show, and his feelings were felt by Chill in every single strike.
There was a tension in the air surrounding this fight. The burning hatred between the warriors. The opposing ideals. With each stinging flare of pain and each push, the two were connected in the only way an Arcosian and a Saiyan should be. Chill revelled in the feeling, the electric sizzling pressure between the two warriors. He was sure Kalabas felt it too, in every exchange and every strike.
Pulling out of Kalabas' blows, Chill moved back in and struck towards Kalabas' rib cage with his left palm, quickly stepping close and sliding his arm upward, turning his finger up towards towards his head and firing a blast towards his chin.
Chill fired [N1] Precision at Kalabas for 26,400 PL worth of damage!
A victim to his own ego, Chill averted his gaze to put up a tiny theatre, a mockery for which he would pay dearly. A horn, maybe both. “Apologise to my fist.” With his defences so quickly overwhelmed, the tyrant disappointed Kalabas by how easy it was to land the first few hits. Speeches shouldn’t be wasted on rabble, that is what kings are for. In a fraction of an instant the arcosian recovered and began defending himself, dodging what he could dodge, blocking what he couldn’t. It wasn’t enough. Kalabas was furious, seething with the anger and frustration of a wasted existence, and he had enough of the two to carry on slamming his fists and feet for namekian days.
The chitinous cracking of the bio suit, the howling winds that carried each punch, the grunts and the pants and the whispered swears and curses… Together saiyan and arcosian composed a cacophony, an orchestra of baleful noise, a deeply personal duet that felt so morbid, yet so right… If Chill was a saiyan Kalabas would have been in love. But he wasn’t, he was born a lizard, and because of that the Duke’s heart could only ooze a hatred so deep, so pure, that he wanted his most beloved dead.
Then came a flash of light, of hope, rising like the morning sun. It was Belle’s pod, and upon noticing its stillness Kalabas sighed. He wanted the child to activate the autopilot so she could return to the base and call for reinforcements, but of the two big red buttons on the ship, she just had to press the wrong one! The ship offered better protection than rocks, but that wasn't saying much, was it? He just wanted her to be safe, not to become an even greater target!... Now Chill was his and only his to deal with, right? That didn’t sound so bad. It meant that the glory of slaying him would be his and his only! And Belle’s, of course, he just had to make sure that her role in bringing down the Lordling wouldn’t end with her death. This kid, she was going places.
This time it was Kalabas’ turn to be caught off guard. The breath was forced out of his lungs as a frigid palm pushed his sternum against them, he let out a kiai to raise dust but the effort was wasted, Chill saw through his cunning escape and fired a beam at his chin. It was no killing blow, in fact it doubled Kalabas’ bloodied grin, the arcosian was enjoying this as much as he was. Alas, this wasn’t the time for fun and games. This was battle, perhaps the one that would bring about the end of the war.
Unfazed yet hurt by the attack, Kalabas basked in the warmth of the blutz and the love of his daughter. “I love you too, Belle… And I do, truly. It’s madness, isn’t it? ‘Tis been less than a week since we met, and the rascal already has me reading bedtime stories. Fairy tales, even. I’m also learning how to cook her lunch and how to sing her lullabies… The Duke of Strongbone, practicing in secret so his child sleep at night, I'd never live it down...” He turned to the arcosian, tapping into that feral energy hidden in every saiyan. As he spoke he grew by several stories, thickening to match this new height. Extremely tall and built for a saiyan, as an oozaru Kalabas was simply immense, and so was his anger. He wasn't smiling anymore, the crimson in his eyes was outright evil. “Yet you tried to take that from me. You tried to take HER from me! This isn’t about the Kingdom, nor is it about me! This is about HER! How you tried to kill her! So you could hurt me. You reduced her death to a means to an end… And now, I’ll reduce yours to a joke. Lord Snowflake.”
Unlike lesser fighters, Kalabas had the know-how to keep on fighting while powering up. Craters carved the earth as he ran, so powerful and wild was his ki that the air around him detonated, that rocks and boulders levitated around him and then flew at random. Energy didn’t just spark from his aura, the outpour was white hot lightning and thunder so violent that it could almost be heard over the berserking oozaru’s roar. A romantic despite his beastly form, the monkey was going for a leading the charge the shoulder Chill had obliterated so long ago.
Kalabas was hit by [N1] Precision (PL: 26400 PL), dealing 32% Damage! Kalabas transforms into Oozaru + Pride! (New PL: 293251)!
Last Edit: Oct 31, 2018 20:59:11 GMT -6 by Kalaboo: Typos
Her cry of support delivered, Belle collapsed to her knees shakily just outside of the pod. She should probably get in… but she wasn’t really sure how to fly it herself yet. She glanced back at the fight. The blutz waves bathed her body. Her tail twitched. Her eyes were filled with worry and faith in her uncle. He could do it. He had to do it. Her tail twitched again. It was then that Belle’s mind went blank. Her eyes turned a shade of red as her body began to pulse. Her muscles spasmed and grew rapidly. Her body armor adjusted to her size as her limbs thickened and she grew a few stories tall.
Belle reared back and belted out a savage roar. In comparison to Lord Chill, she was massive. In comparison to her uncle’s Oozaru form, however, she was still quite small. Belle spotted the pair of them rather easily and let out a low primal growl.
Down on all fours, Belle charged off toward them. The monkey side of her brain was in full control. She was gonna swat and stomp and trample that lizard so good! They were gonna hunt! They were gonna kill!
Chill's attack landed, blasting into Kalabas' chin and spreading his cheeked into a bloodied grin. Chill was so worked up by this fight that he still couldn't decide if he wanted to kiss the vile creature in front of him or drive his fist through his teeth. But it seemed the little chime of satisfaction ringing in Chill's ears from successfully landing the attack didn't last long however, as a ship rose over the horizon, and sparked to life with bright light.
Even through the smoggy, blurred veil of his pompous arrogance Chill could see he was doomed to defeat here. In an instant, his scouter began to flash and ding, the numbers on the screen raising exponentially until the largest loomed over him as an insane 293,251. Even more obvious was the literal behemoth blotting out the namekian sun and basking in Blutz Wave Radiation before him.
Chill witnessed as the number reached it's peak and the monstrous beast charged shoulder first with monstrous speed unexpected form such a large and lumbering monster. He didn't have a choice here, he couldn't hold back if he hoped to survive and despite the tingling in his stomach yearning to dig deeper into the fight the intelligent half of his mind was screaming to run and avoid a beating like the one he'd recieved on Earth months ago. 'Now is not the time for pride.'
Reaching his true form just in team to leap upwards and avoid the colossal shoulder bash, Chill caught his breath heaving from his chest. His pulse was throbbing faster than words could describe. His hands shook with every movement. Was this... what true fear felt like? Chill pushed his questions to the back of his mind for later, and darted his eyes around scanning for a chance to make it out of this alive. But how?
Chill spied another lumbering ape in the distance, though much smaller and much less powerful as it raced towards the fight. It must have been the little Saiyan girl. Without lending himself any extra thinking time he soared through the air at breakneck speed and grabbed the girl by the tail by racing under her legs. Hitting the ground, he'd leap up into the air and off into the distance, the girl thrown back over his shoulder and covering him with her thrashing ape body as he tried to race off into the distance, hand gripped on her tail so she couldn't get free.
Chill transforms into True Form (x6) 120,000 PL! Chill grabs the girl and bolts, using her as cover! +1 KP Attempting to Exit Thread and runaway with the girl!
Even little Belle was going for the kill! Chill was surrounded, beaten, defeated! All that was left for him to do was fight like a man! Clash fists and feet and ki and tails! Fight against him until one of the two was dead or victorious or both! Kalabas ran wild and supersonic, power and bloodthirst growing with each stone he turned into dust! To hell with the shoulder, he was going to surprise him with a drop! The oozaru jumped up the air, mad with power, so certain in his place in the world that he felt capable of shattering it completely! His blood and drool dripped hungrily from his fangs as he cupped both hands together, swung them deep behind his head and then SLAMMED them on the Lordling! The force of the impact made itself known in the mushroom cloud, the explosion of debris, the earthquake, and the figments of ki crackling in the air long after the saiyan coughed the dust away. He opened his eyes and saw no Chill, he opened his hands and saw no blood, he opened his mind, to that antagonistic voice of reason that he had so childishly stifled, and saw no Belle.
“No…” He looked at the sky, at the ever-shrinking silhouette of the arcosian and his daughter. “NO! BELLE! FIGHT! FIGHT!!!” He couldn’t lose her! He wouldn’t lose her! Kalabas moved like never before, damning grace and safety for speed, for strength, for Belle! He jumped and flew and reached with his hand, breaking his fingers and burning skin and fur as he turned miles into feet and feet into inches. He gave one last burst of speed, his skeleton nearly crushed by the velocity and fighting through the pain... He had her! Her fingers laced around his and… and… “BELLE! HOLD ON! DON’T LET GO! LOOK AT ME! HOLD! ON! TIGHT!” And she held. Despite the chasm between their powers, she held. She was so strong, so brave... Stronger and braver than Kalabas would have ever thought possible for someone her age... For anyone at all! He felt pride. Alas, he had damned both for his folly. His body spent too much blutz too quickly, it had none left. Kalabas felt himself diminishing, his might fractioning, his mind overwhelmed by a dread far greater than the one he felt so many eternities ago in the snow. He was weak. A speck. A no-one. His mind and soul wanted to keep on fighting, to gore Chill, to hug Belle and tell her how much she meant to him… But his body, it was on the brink of self-destruction. It could do little but survive the pain of the transformation and the fall.
More saiyan than oozaru, Kalabas felt the cold air cut his wounds deeper and deeper. His consciousness was slipping, but he wasn't done quite yet. Far from it.
He put both hands forward and began charging his Imperial Beam, the very first of its kind. He could feel its power searing his palms, taking all he had left, even his life force. Kalabas needed to send a message to Belle. That next time he wouldn't fail her. Even if it killed him, he would give her the hope that he would return faster, stronger, and above all, angrier. He aimed his shot and fired, howling in pain until his back hit something wet and cold. 'Forgive... me...'
Kalabas powers down to Pride! Kalabas fired [MP3] Imperial Beam (PL: 83786)! KP: 0/3 *** Thread Exit
Last Edit: Nov 3, 2018 19:42:09 GMT -6 by Kalaboo: Typos
Cold winds whipped Belle’s hair around wildly as she shrunk down, the blutz fading from her body. Her vision fuzzy, she opened her eyes slowly. Something...someone was falling away. Shouting her name. She tried to move but was overcome by a paralyzing pain stemming from her tail. Someone had her tail! She struggled, but it wasn’t enough. Belle felt an overwhelming wave of exhaustion wash over her whole entire being.
One solitary light pierced the darkness threatening to consume her vision. Hot tears stung at the corners of her eyes as she heard a shrill cry into the growing night.
Belle choked on a sob. She believed in him. She trusted him. She loved him. She loved him so very much. Fear, sorrow, hope, and love welled up inside of her. She had to let him know. She had to tell him that she knew he’d come for her. She took a deep breath. And screamed.
Belle screamed and screamed until she ran out of strength, finally going limp in her kidnapper’s grasp. As she was carried off, a sheet of paper fell from her, gently fluttering in the wind. On it was a drawing. A small pink girl smiled, hugging a smiling, larger teal figure. Around them was a heart surrounded by smaller hearts. It fluttered down...down...down...finally coming to rest on the surface of a lake. The water soaked the drawing as it sunk beneath the waves.