Post by Vocado on Feb 14, 2018 0:54:34 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 6,110
Two stars blinked through the night sky, and in an instant, they became shooting stars over the desolate wastes of Diablo. Onlookers might think to make a wish, and perhaps that's what those two stars were here to do. Soon enough, those two stars closed in, revealing themselves to not be stars at all, but starships. Bulbous round pods, designed by the Saiyans ages ago for conquest. Now though, they were used en masse for just about everything.
Like running away.
The two spacepods slammed hard into the rock and dirt and sand of Diablo Desert, leaving twin wounds to the base of a particularly large outcrop of stone. Smoke hissed from the crafts, and bits of metallic debris littered the lips of both craters.
There was silence for a moment, before one of the two pods rattled. The door was kicked out, flying off somewhere into the night. From inside, a surprised gasp escaped, before a frazzled Saiyan popped his head out of the pod. He stared into the night, his eyes wild and unsure. Had he really made it? Did they escape the hounds who chased them across space so easily, or was this simply a dream he was having before the vacuum of space swallowed him up?
"Slag! Slag I think we made it!"
Vocado gripped the edge of his pod tight, and hopped over the side. He sprinted up the crater, before sliding down into the other. He tapped the side of the pod for a response, but none came. He frowned deeply, but simply shook his head. Surely Elder Slag was fine. He was just as good at piloting a space pod, right?
That was when Vocado noticed the massive hole in the hull.
The Saiyan Prince peered inside, and shut his eyes tight. Purple blood stained the scarred pod's inside, and Slag's body was half-frozen.
"Damn it all..."
This settled it. It wasn't a dream. If Slag was alive, this would be a pleasant start. Instead, it was cold, harsh truth. The only other member of his family was dead now. Did he even count as an orphan? He was already well into adulthood, though that didn't take the sting of losing his parents or his uncle or his cousins away.
"Whatever. Can't dwell. Gotta get moving."
Wiping something that was absolutely not a tear from his eye, Vocado hopped out of the crater, surveying his surroundings. It was dark, for one... And for two? Well, tons of stone in every direction didn't help him much. With an agitated sigh, he hopped onto a nearby mountain that looked more like a pile of rocks, and simply scanned the landscape. He'd give it just a few moments before picking a direction at random.
Surely something good would happen to him before he started moving, right?