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Post by Lord Chill on Mar 13, 2019 22:19:13 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Deep in the farthest reaches of space, racing at the fastest speed the emblazoned space pod could manage, the Executive Director of the World Trade Fleet headed into the deepest depths of enemy territory; the Saiyan home world itself. One might wonder why such an important and intellectual man would make such a risky and irrational decision, and to be quite honest he could not give you that answer straight. All he knew, was that someone he cared for needed him. So he was going there. BLIP. BLIP. BLIP.A console lit up, and Chill arose from his sleep to stare blankly at it for a few moments. As his eyes adjusted, he made out some the words on the small screen. 'Critical Failure in Breaking System. Brace for Impact.' Chill was quickly awoken by the distressing message, and gripped hard onto his seat as he watched the large red planet close in at breakneck speed through the viewing screen in front of him. A few seconds later, with a loud warning blaring and lights flashing, the ship hit the ground. The impact was solid, but it still sent the orb-like ship bouncing and rolling across the wastes as each impact stole momentum and left deep recesses in the earthen soil. Surrounded by plumes of smoke as the bouncing finally stopped, Chill stepped out of the pod and looked at it in disappointment. "Drat. I liked that ship." Grumbling as he began to tread off toward the Cacumber Capital, Chill dusted himself off and pushed the new concern of how he would leave the planet to the back of his mind.
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Post by Nashua on Mar 17, 2019 14:41:10 GMT -6
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The Saiba Wastes were easily the best place on Vegeta to train. Not nearly as much nauesous gas as the Tuffle Ruins had, and not nearly as much collateral damage as there would be if she tried training in the middle of Cacumber Capital. Rocks made for good target practice, Nashua had found over the years as she focused her ki throughout her body. A deep breath in through her nose, and an exhale later, her palms thrust forwards, and out from them shot a small, but precise and powerful ki laser that hurtled towards a distant rock spire, just barely missing its mark at the very tip of the thing and flying past it off into Vegeta's reddish hued sky, until it eventually dissipated somewhere deep into space. "Dang it," she grumbled with annoyance. Her aim was still slightly off.
Well, that was the point of training, she supposed. Just as she was about to take some deep breaths and prepare herself for firing off another one, her ears perked up at the sound of something loud coming in from above. She dropped her stance and turned her head in time to see something hurtling down at the planet: a ship. It smashed with some great ferocity onto the surface of the wastelands, bouncing moe than just once as it sped across the ground until it finally came to a halt. Nashua couldn't help but wince at the sight, and wondered if the passenger inside of it was even still alive after a nasty impact like that. Probably, she hoped. But they were also probably still injured, so Nashua jogged over towards the crash landing site to see if she could lend a hand.
What she had not been expecting was to see a pair of horns emerging from the wreckage, and a shining, purple bio gem atop white armor-like skin and red flesh. It was an Arcosian, and one she'd met more than once before. An Arcosian on Vegeta was very rarely a good thing, and especially not this one. Nashua's golden eyes squinted with suspicion as she approached them from behind, before she stopped a dozen meters back or so with her hands on her hips. "What do you think you're doing here?" she called out to them firmly, a frown on her face below furrowed eyebrows. She might have called in backup a few months prior, but now, she was quite certain she could handle this threat just fine on her own.
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Post by Lord Chill on Mar 25, 2019 19:03:45 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Great. Not even moments after the destruction of his ship, and Chill was suddenly confronted with the last thing he had wanted to find on Vegeta. Well perhaps not the last thing, but certainly meeting with the pony tailed menace was near the top of his priority avoidance list - at least for the moment. He knew it was her immediately, in their encounters he'd had the tone of her voice burned into his synapses. Turning to face her he put on a confident face, and bowed his head respectfully. "Fancy seeing you here. Is it often you wander so far from your capital? Scrounging the wastes, perhaps?" Chill did his best tone for disrespect, before waving away with his palms in the air. "No matter. As you can see, I'm here particularly because my ship suffered an unfortunate accident. I'd expect, given the last time you and I were involved near a broken ship, that you can respect that." His eyes narrowed, squinting off into the distance and clicking his scouter. "That ghastly pirate queen of yours isn't around to slice it in half again, is she?"Chill shrugged, giving Nashua one last look, and sighed. He didn't have the time for a playful engagement, as he usually enjoyed when crossing paths with longtime rivals or saiyans of righteous ilk. "To be frank, I doubt you would believe the reason I'm here." With that said, he turned on a heel and strode toward the capital again, hoping that Nashua would accept that and leave him be.
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Post by Nashua on Mar 26, 2019 17:19:57 GMT -6
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Chill was about as friendly and respectful as Nashua remembered him being. She was a bit surprised when he suddenly bowed his head towards her, which one would usually take as a symbol of respect, but it was clear rom his tone of voice and the content of his words that he held no such respect for Nashua. Well, whatever, she didn't even want some stupid Fleet commander's respect! "I'm here to do some training without accidentally blowing up something important, if you're actually wanting to know," Nashua dryly replied at the Arcosian, her hand reaching over to adjust one of her wrist cuffs as she spoke. She didn't quite buy the fact that Chill was only on Vegeta because his ship crashed, of course. What good reason would an enemy commander have to be on the main planet of the faction they were at war with?
"No, she's back at the castle," Nashua replied, "And, frankly, I don't need to know the reason you're here to know that you shouldn't be!" With that, the Saiyan jumped forwards, flying over Chill's head with great speed before landing several meters in front of him with a firm thud. He seemed to be headed towards the Capital, if he knew what direction he was going in, and the last place Nashua wanted the powerful Arcosian to be was in the middle of a large civilian population. "Hey, we're not finished here," she scolded him, placing her hands on her hips and leaning slightly towards him. "I may not know what you're up to here, but who cares, I do know that you're a bad guy. So do me a favor and get off this planet before I have to kick you off! You remember how our last two fights went, don't you?"
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Post by Lord Chill on Mar 28, 2019 5:09:53 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Her explanation was as bland and common for any saiyan as it could be - training. Chill shrugged a little at her dry explanation, and continued on his course until in a quick rush of wind she raced overhead of him and landed squarely in his way just ahead, blocking his path. In a scolding tone that left Chill needing to bite his tongue so he didn't escalate the scene too quickly, Nashua informed him with a hand on her hip that he should leave the planet before she did something about his unwanted presence. Chill calmly rose his arm, thumbing backward at the ship. "I can't exactly do that right now, now can I? I know you're not the brightest bulb but surely you can surmise that much." Chill tried not to laugh at the comment, holding himself back as he tried to bring the heating conversation back to a simmer. "I also don't need you to scold me about how unwanted I am. Do you think I've been living under a rock, or that I am some kind of uninformed dunderhead? Think, for a moment."Chill slowed his words down to an almost condescending level, hoping to be as clear as possible and not need to repeat anything. "Why would I, the leader of the World Trade Fleet, known enemies of the Saiyan Kingdom, fly right into the heart of enemy territory willingly? I see no reason to be entirely vague. I am here on purpose - but think reasonably. I've come alone? Do you not think that if I was looking to cause trouble I would have brought a few dozen Vargan-class Warships with me?"Chill thumbed at his forehead. "I'm not an idiot. I wouldn't bring my army here at this point in the war and you know that. If this was some kind of covert operation, I'd delegate that work rather than risk my own hide. You have to understand that? I've come here alone, for something much more personal than some petty war." He clicked his scouter, and read her power level. 144,000. Chill was confident in his strength, but if Nashua turned out to be a Super Saiyan like Vocado and Kayen he might have his hands full if this turned sour. Regardless, he needed to get to Belle as soon as he could. He stepped forwards once more, a sharp, serious glare in his eye as he began walking without any plan of stopping. "Now for cold's sake, get out of my way."
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Post by Nashua on Apr 7, 2019 5:10:15 GMT -6
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Nashua listened to Chill's condescending drivel for longer than she'd have liked to, the expression on her face likely revealing to the Arcosian how little she cared for speaking to him at this point. In their previous interactions, Chill had, firstly, thrown a hissy fit about his pod accidentally getting struck by an attack, and in their second meeting, had blasted at his own soldiers to use them as fake hostages in an unprovoked attack. So, her opinion of the Arcosian Lord was not high, to say the least. He was quite low on Nashua's ladder of respect, though there were probably a few people who managed to stay a rung or two beneath him. Probably, anyway. Nashua couldn't name them off the top of her head.
"You guys can breathe in space, right?" Nashua asked, rhetorically, "So just fly off without the pod, then. You'll probably come across some other planet within a few days, or something." Now that she thought about it, she wasn't too sure why Arcosians even bothered with pods and ships if they could survive in space. Maybe they were just lazy, or couldn't fly fast enough for it to be efficient. "Anyway, you are still like a hundred times more powerful than the average Saiyan, so seeing as you're walking straight towards the capital, here, you must think I'm a lot stupider than even most people do if you think I'm letting you get by." Nashua stepped forward and placed her hand firmly on the Arcosian's shoulder, her grip tightening to the point where Chill would likely have a hard time breaking free.
"You also don't seem to get how war works - I don't care about your current intentions, you're a commander of the enemy army, and I don't doubt you've murdered your share of innocents. So, yeah, you're under arrest." Nashua frowned, and her golden eyes leered into Chill's pair orange slits. She waited for a few moments with her hand still tightly gripped around his shoulder, curious to see if he'd try anything stupid to get himself away. Maybe he'd throw another temper tantrum, or something.
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Post by Lord Chill on Apr 10, 2019 3:32:33 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Transformed PL (x12): 1,200,000 With the rhetoric spun on his status as stranded and a firm hand gripping his shoulder, Chill turned his eyes sharply to meet the gaze of the pony tailed warrior. Yet again, she had brought up pointless divides and idiotic points, yadda yadda. Chill drowned most of it out, his eyes locked on hers, some delicate balance of rage and somber despondency painted on his face. "I do not care for the war right now." Chill muttered, tilting his head to the side and eyeing the city in the distance. He tilted back to meet her eyes once more. "I'm not under arrest, woman. Don't be daft." He didn't have time for this. When Chill left Arcose undefended and raced into the heart of enemy territory he had only one thing on his mind... and no pony tailed, arrogant saiyan general or whatever her title is was getting in his way. "Now for fuck sake..." Chill quickly brought his arm up into a hard slap, bringing surprising force toward Nashua's wrist and shoving her clamped grip off of his shoulder in nothing more than a moment. "...GET OUT OF MY WAY." For the first time in an encounter with Nashua, Chill's enraged voice was not a squeal of disbelief or a toddler tantrum given adult life. Instead, his voice was hard and firm and to the point. There was little room he left for an argument, and as the words slipped from his lips an explosive red aura surged around him, the force of his unleashed power blowing back. He wasn't worried about attracting attention. The Saiyans knew Nashua was out here training - a sudden surge in power wouldn't be too curious. However, that train of thought was not really under consideration. Instead, as his body quickly shifted into his True Form at it's full power, all Chill cared about was getting through his obstacle and saving his little girl. With his now power of 1,200,000 now withdrawn from the intimidating surge into a small quiver of energy within him, contained but still raging, Chill thumbed his brow. "I won't ask again."
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Post by Nashua on Apr 14, 2019 20:38:12 GMT -6
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Chill's orange eyes stared daggers at Nashua, though she didn't have any intention of letting him go. Who knew how many deaths she'd reverted that he was responsible for? He wasn't going to just come to the Saiyans' home planet and not face some justice for his crimes. However, just as Nashua was about to start dragging him over to the castle for Kayen to get a good look at him, something about the Arcosian changed. "What do you mean you're not under arres-" Nashua started to say, though before the last syllable managed to leave her lips, Chill's power absolutely exploded! Nashua's hand was removed from his shoulder and she took a few steps back from the space lizard as her eye scanned over the new number her scouter was registering him at: A million and two hundred thousand! That was... High, to say the least.
Probably powerful enough to destroy Nashua's entire body with the flick of his thumb. Well, in her base form, at least. Though the Saiyan looked surprised, even fearful for a moment as she looked at the newly transformed Chill, sternness soon returned to her face, along with a bad of confidence. "So, Hale's not the only Arcosian who figure out how to get a bit stronger, huh?" she commented, "Well, that's a bit... Worrying, I suppose, but not too much so. After all, you're not much compared to a Super Saiyan." Nashua dropped her arms to her sides and cracked her neck back and forth. "Ever seen one before?" Her fists clenched and her elbows bent slightly, as ki focused throughout her body, before it flared at maximum power all around her, and in a burst of light, the Saiyan that stood before Chill had changed.
What was once dark brown hair that only slightly spiked messily was now straight up, and a bright, golden yellow, while the once gold eyes were now an icy blue that pierced into his gaze like daggers. "If you think I'm intimidated by space lizard power anymore..." Nashua began as she took a step towards Chill, her golden tail gently swishing about behind her. "...Then you're the real moron, here." Nashua's arms folded across her chest, and she frowned. "Go on, why don't you punch me in the face as hard as you possibly can? I want to see if those twigs of yours that I'd be embarrassed to call arms can even leave a scratch."
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OOC NOTES: Super Saiyan (x15T) activated! Nashua's PL is now 2,160,000!
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Post by Lord Chill on Apr 21, 2019 20:12:50 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Transformed PL (x12): 1,200,000 Chill's instincts shot high as Nashua was engulfed in bright golden light, which quickly dispatched to reveal another terrifying warrior in the ranks of the Saiyan Kingdom. Chill bit the tip of his tongue, gritting his teeth in frustration. Even Nashua had attained this power! Was it mere child's play to the saiyans now? Bestowed this natural cheat around the order of things, and now she was asking if he'd come across one before. "While I'm sure you'd love to catch me quaking in my metaphorical boots here, mademoiselle... I've tussled once or twice before."Chill's mind reeled back to his first experience with the terrifying power of the 'Super Saiyan', the assault on the northern outpost by Vocado and Kalabas to retrieve Belle. Chill found it a small tad ironic that now he was faced with a Super Saiyan obstacle from the other side of that goal. Even with experience getting the beat down laid on him by someone of this caliber, he was at a stark disadvantage. His scouter had nearly blown a fuse trying to keep up with Nashua's insane boost, but it sat at an awe-inspiring 2,160,000 battle power. Chill heard her all too familiar jabs as she did her best, even when holding all this power inside her, to provoke Chill to hasty action and burning anger. Were he chasing any other goal at all, he would have let himself indulge in that fury. He would have twisted his gut in disgust and engaged recklessly, his only worry how he might prove himself superior and assert his pride and dominance once more. But he had something more important than his ego. "Ohohohoh. You are a cut above your kin, being clever enough to string me along with insults so I become lacking and direct. But... if you sincerely though that would work again? Perhaps not.... but, if you insist I shall oblige." Chill smirked, drew his legs out wide and crept low, his tail snaking up behind him as he prepared for battle. "En garde!" Chill raced forward, his tail swooping down to wrap around one of Nashua's legs and tug her, as he jabbed straight toward her face. Now all he had to do was give her the slip somehow, and keep himself alive. That shouldn't be too hard... probably, hopefully.
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Post by Nashua on Apr 29, 2019 16:22:33 GMT -6
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"Tuffled once before?" Nashua asked with furrowed eyebrows. "Are you that old that you... Wait, 'tussled'. Sorry, I misheard you." Tussled certainly made more sense in this context, though she had to admit it was a bit difficult to hear Chill over the howling wind and the ringing in her ears that tended to remain for several moments whenever she blasted out her Super Saiyan form. As for what he was saying about her being a 'cut above her kin' for being clever enough to string him along with insults... She had no clue what he was talking about either, really. "Huh?" she asked, her head tilted to the side, both eyebrows and eyelids lowering as she tried piecing together what he was talking about. Was Chill unfamiliar with the concept of taunting your opponent? Nashua did suppose Arcosians were rather touchy and uptight, generally, so perhaps it was only a custom among Saiyan fighters.
"You guys know what trash talking is on Arcose, rig-" Nashua started to ask, though Chill was already up and at 'em before the words completely left her mouth, his tail wrapping firmly around her leg as his fist careened towards her face. She made no move nor gesture to try and get out of the hold, nor to block or avoid the punch, which smashed directly and firmly into her left cheek, the force of the blow sending out shockwaves that would have uprooted most nearby plants - though Vegeta was largely barren of such things. Nashua, on the other hand, was unimpressed. "...That was the hardest you could punch, right?" she asked, her blue eyes looking into Chill's with a mostly unamused expression. She shrugged. "Well, anyway..." Her hands shot up to knock Chill in the chin as her leg kicked out to throw his lizard tail off of her.
"I can explain how trash talking works to you, if you'd like," she stated once they were both separated - with how different their level of strength was, Nashua found it doubtful Chill would have been able to stay latched onto her after that. And also as a result of their difference in strength, Nashua wasn't too concerned with him causing her any harm, nor being able to cause anyone around them harm. So she couldn't say she was taking his transgressions terribly seriously. "You don't really seem to have, well, much of a handle on it." She paused for a moment, then added, "Also, might I ask - Were you present when the Fleet launched their big attack on Vegeta, about a year ago? Just out of... Curiosity."
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Post by Lord Chill on May 18, 2019 2:18:31 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Transformed PL (x12): 1,200,000 With pressure blowing out from his fist, the thunderous clap assured Chill that his powerful jab had connected. But in a blinding array of lights, gold and white and blistering hot, Chill lost sight of his foe and felt only the rigid push back as his feet dug into the ground beneath, both figures unmoving. The clap had deceived, and as the blindness faded Chill was met with a shocking sight, and recalled his arm to his side. Another Super Saiyan!? Chill was confused for a moment at the snark he received, and was knocked a few feet back as he caught himself from her forceful knock, his tail snaking back behind him. He had given her ample, respectful praise before the fight. She clearly had taken it the wrong way, or his praise had been misplaced. With a small snort of disgruntled amusement Chill acknowledged her commentary on trash talk. He was totally bewildered, in part by his newfound discovery of her golden power and more directly at how she would think that he didn't understand trash talk. "Tch," He grumbled, twisting his wrist from the mild numb feeling it now had after they had clashed. "of course I know what trash-talk is you nitwit!" He threw his dulled wrist down in a flustered motion, like a que robbed from any tantrum toddler. Taking a breath, he decided that his chances of slipping away from this extremely powerful welcoming party were more likely if he played the game. "I was simply commenting on you acknowledging how fruitful this 'trash-talk' of yours in defeating me - or rather, escaping me - the last time we met."Figuring he could seek an opening better if he convinced her that his priorities had shifted, Chill moved back down into a battle stance and answered her query. "The answer is no, by the way. I was not fortunate enough to witness the glorious capture of this lowly little planet. But, now I am here, in the wrong place... which is rather fortunate. It gives me a perfect opportunity to put you in yours." Chill grinned, and his fingers began to glow like hot iron, smoke slowly drifting up from the tips. "Now, allow me to show you my true power."BZZZT. Chill threw his right arm under his left, leaping backwards as a streak of red energy raced toward the Super Saiyan, aimed to strike her between the ribs.
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