A Vocado Yogu rt [Vocado]

Thread Power Level: 120,000

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Things had been strange the past few days.

Strange was certainly an understatement. Vocado was used to the paranormal or the uncommon, but this felt like something out of a sitcom. Perhaps he should have been glad, considering the conundrum involved his parents who had been entirely dead just months prior, but even with that knowledge nestled in his mind he couldn’t help but want to vomit.

The problem was, of course, one of a uniquely Saiyan origin. His father, a Saiyan of smaller stature than even Vocado, had drank away the last inklings of money the family had with his second chance at life. Slurring and laughing and crying, the poor fool hadn’t even realized it was his son who’d come to visit.

But his father wasn’t the problem. Losing the family money had already happened thrice over, and somehow some relative or another would make it all back in the span of a weekend. The real issue was his mother. She’d been on vacation when the attack on Vegeta occurred, and hadn’t even heard the news of its devastation — and sudden reclamation— until long after the Dragon Balls had been used.

Which meant, of course, that she didnt believe a single word of it.

”Oh come now Vocado dear, you expect me to believe you attained a legendary form and lost your arm on the same day?” Tulli swirled the brown drink in her glass disapprovingly, her tail swaying much the same way. ”I know you and Kalabas were dreamers in your youth, but a tall tale like that? Come now. You’re almost twenty-three years old! It’s time to stop telling stories! If you lost your arm in a gambling deal gone bad you can just tell me. I won’t judge.”

Vocado fumed across the table. The woman didnt believe a word. Not about the rebellion he’d formed, not about his reclamation of Vegeta alongside his trusted friends. Hell, she almost denied Kayen’s existence until she was shown video of her and Vocado’s battle, and even that was met with claims of doctoring.

”Why is it that my drunken fool of a father believes me and you don’t? Oh I know! Perhaps because he DIED in that war that you conveniently missed. Maybe if you hadn’t been busy flirting on Shikk you’d believe me.”

Tulli gasped, and sipped at her drink with pursed lips. ”It wasn’t Shikk, it was Imeckia. You’d know that if you cared about your dear young mother.”

”Young? Please. You’ve had crows feet since i was born.”

Tulli stood up in shock, her massive sleeping gown swaying this way and that dramatically. She was about to snap back with a crushing quip, but the door being slammed caught the attention of both of them.

”Answer the door, my dearest son. Since I’m so old and all it’d drain me of stamina to walk all that way.”

Vocado didn’t argue. Any chance to escape his mother was a gift from the Kai’s.

It was a shame then, that this gift was so utterly rotten.

Opening the massive doors of his home, Vocado was greeted with a sight that infuriated him. It was that kid from Earth. The one he’d pummeled. Had this brat really followed him across the galaxy for a rematch.

Vocado wasn’t nearly as dressed-up as he normally was. Instead of his usual all-black-and-gray armor, he was adorned in a simpler blue undersuit; a common getup for exercises in Saiyan culture. With no sleeves, the tights showed off his missing arm rather gruesomely, leaving nothing to the imagination.

”Fuck off.”

With one motion Vocado slammed the door closed in Yogu’s face, before turning and walking sluggishly back to the dining hall. Hopefully nobody else bothered him today.

It was a sudden explosion that stumbled Vocado’s steps. From behind him, the door had exploded, and from it the luminous form of Yogu emerged. He charged forward with ferocity and landed a kick right in Vocado’s cranium, sending him spiraling into one of the walls, crashing right through it and landing in a pile of splintered wood. If the day could get any worse, Vocado would be shocked.

Tulli hurried into the main hall to watch the commotion, her drink somehow fuller than it was a moment ago. She seemingly feigned a concerned gasp. ”You broke my door AND my wall?! Vocado when are the lies going to stop? This man is clearly a loan shark. Just look at the way he’s dressed.”

With an annoyed shout, Vocado broke free of the rubble, sending flakes of wood every direction. Tulli shielded herself with a small energy bubble, and clicked her tongue.

”I didnt know someone worse than Kayen existed. If I could rewind time to fix only one mistake, it’d be to slit your throats instead of dropping you off at the hospital, you INSUFFERABLE WRETCH!”

”Oh he always gets verbose with his insults when he’s upset. That’s from his father.”

Yogu started toward Vocado, but the once-king wasn’t about to let him quip without consequence. Clenching his fist, the Saiyan let his energy explode, and his hair became a golden beacon.

Tulli gasped for real this time. ”He wasn’t joking...” Looking down at her drink, she decided to toss it away.

Vocado pulled back his fist, and sent an elbow right to Yogu’s jaw, hoping to send him back outside where they could fight unimpeded. ”She’s my mom you absolute SHIT!”

If Yogu was launched, Vocado would pursue, floating above the rocky terrain and watching Yogu’s movements carefully. He’d shown some serious growth near the end of their fight. Surely he’d gotten stronger since then. Only problem was that Vocado hadn’t done much training himself.

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Vocado has activated Super Saiyan! (X15T)
New PL: 1,800,000!
KP: 7/7

It was strange how often things went south. Vocado was surely cursed. No other man in history could ever run into so many infuriating situations in a row. What he figured would be a challenging battle had instead morphed into something that’d push him to his absolute limit.

Yogu wasn’t exactly Yogu anymore. After a bit of ranting, the young Earthling lifted off the ground, convulsing and writhing as his skin changed. In mere moments, he was face to face with a Demon. A very powerful, very tall demon.

Vocado raised a brow as Yogu argued with himself... And was promptly clocked in the shin.

The strike reeled him, and the subsequent dirty blow sent his mind reeling. Itd been a few weeks since he’d been hit like that. It was starting to become less of an issue, surprisingly enough. Were his family jewels gaining a tolerance to pain? Hopefully so.

As the beast gripping him taunted and ranted, Vocado’s mind raced. His airway was cut off, and an incredibly powerful strike was headed his way. Part of him considered just taking it and giving up, but he wasn’t that pathetic. Not yet anyways.

As the Ki-infused fist made contact with his jaw, it instead passed through it, causing the Super Saiyan’s body to shimmer like a mirage. His body had vanished entirely! Surely even with his novice knowledge of combat, Yogu would know what just occurred.

If he didn’t, then the sudden buzz of energy behind him might give him a clue.

With an immense amount of force, Vocado thrust his missing arm forward, aiming to slice at Yogu’s back and leave a nasty, oozing wound. In the time since he’d disappeared, he’d summoned himself a golden blade made entirely of Ki to replace his missing limb; something the possessed child might be familiar with already.

Regardless of the success of the strike, Vocado would roll backwards, slipping into a battle stance as he watched his opponent. This wasn’t a fight he was going to take lightly.

”Please don’t tell me you thought you had some sort of edge. I might have lost to Kayen, but that simply makes me the second strongest in the universe. What are you? A third-rate demon. Couldnt even find a proper body to possess, eh? Had to snatch up a child with a chip on his shoulder.”

These two seemed incredibly unstable. If he could egg them on enough, maybe he wouldn’t even need to finish this fight.

”So come on then! Make me pay for what... Killing an old man? Your sights sure are low, kid.”

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[SIG] Super Instincts used to avoid Ki Focus! 1 charge of Super Instinct remains!
[UT] Ki Blades activated!
[UA2] Savage Salvo used!
66% Power for a damage potential of: 1,188,000!

It seemed Yogu had some skill. At the very least, he was speedy enough to not be caught flat-footed. Avoiding a blow that strong would have taken some stamina for sure. Was wearing his foe down another possibility?

As Yogu floated above him, scolding and screaming, Vocado pondered. He was weaker than his foe by a hair’s breadth, but it was enough. He’d need to rely on his own speed to keep the fight from ending too quickly. He was always quite good at wriggling out of trouble, after all.

It wasn’t long before the battle started up again. Still shouting, Yogu began a barrage of energy attacks. Rapid and unending, the beams and orbs seemed intent on outshining the once-king.

Vocado pulled his body backward, flipping through the air to avoid the stream of attacks. Explosions rocked the ground one after another, before suddenly stopping all at once. Cocking a brow, the Super Saiyan stopped on his feet, waiting for a close-range strike. Which way was it coming from? Surely his left. Even with the arm-length energy blade sprouted from his stump, it was still a weak spot.

Smirking upon the demon’s reappearance, Vocado spun himself to the side, allowing Yogu to launch right past him.

”You’ve got muscles, I’ll give you that much.” Vocado bounced on his feet, almost like he had too much energy for his body to handle sitting still. ”That’s all you’ve got, however. Strength means nothing without a brain— hell if you had some speed at least you could make up for it. Now though? I could dance around you all day.”

Yogu continued his assault quickly, bringing his fists down like a never-ending rain. Vocado was good with flurries, though. Bobbing and weaving through the assault, the once-king couldn’t help but smile. His foe was unhinged; easy to rile up.

”Soulless, am I? For letting some old prune fizzle out? Surely you know we’ve both done worse than that. You think power like this is awarded to heroes? Bah!”

Finally, there was an opening. As Yogu let out his blood-curdling scream, Vocado slipped between his fists and attempted to deliver his own killer strike. Aimed for the gut, Vocado was hoping his sucker-punch would wind the Demon, as well as perhaps puncture deep enough to draw blood. The energy blade coating his actual arm wasn’t as intensely sharp, but it’d be enough to hurt should the strike land.

Either way, Vocado would slink backwards again, giving himself enough distance to taunt his enemy again. He needed to keep the battle on his terms.

”Tell me what heroics you’ve pulled off, boy. What tales will the bards sing of? Perhaps ‘the Ballad of Yogu’s Possession’? Surely the kids will be inspired to find their own demons to let into their bodies! Horns and all!”

Surely his foe would attack any second. His muscles tensed, and he prepared for the next barrage.

”I’ve already carved my legacy into the bones of this planet. I liberated it from the bastards who stole it. I rallied my kin at the darkest hour. I ascended first! For the first time in hundreds of years, the golden light of a Super Saiyan graced the scarred earth of Vegeta!”

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KP: 5/7
No KP used. 1 more turn will regenerate 1 KP

"Clearly you don't read much. The strongest have to falter somewhere. I'd much rather be in a slump now than later. My rise will be all the more sweet."

He wasn't sure how much he believed his own words, but he'd say anything to piss the kid off. He was faltering, or at least Vocado hoped. He couldn't tell how well he could control this demon, but it surely wasn't well. If that were the case, this fight would probably already be over. Even a man who didn't know how to swing his fist could still win if the power gap was wide enough.

And suddenly, it seemed Vocado's worries were starting to be realized. Rather than give in to his rage, he suddenly stopped his approach, slowing down and taking a seat in the dirt and rock. Vocado raised a brow, golden light still burning. It'd be so easy to land a free hit right now, but it seemed so... Easy. This was surely some type of bait or another, and if it wasn't, Yogu would probably find some way to counter-attack spectacularly from his seat, like the heroic fool he thought he was.

"I've seen better tactics from fish."

So Vocado did the same. He sat across from his foe, legs crossed, and simply waited. It wasn't like he was invested in this fight anyways.

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KP: 6/7
In 2 rounds, Vocado will regain 1 KP

Yogu meditated for a while, plotting and pondering while across from the Saiyan he hated so much. Vocado had to wonder where the rage came from. Was some old fool really worth this much anger? The kid didn’t really know what he was fighting for, Vocado surmised. Hell, half the power he was using wasn’t even his own.

”Why do I have to have a ‘deal’? You need a reason to hate me, but there isn’t one. I valued my friend’s life over that old prune. He was being possessed at the time, much like you are now. Should either of you be put to death because some monster took you over?”

But it seemed Yogu was still intent on fighting. Not that Vocado cared. He didnt need the approval of some child to continue his life. The once-king craved the approval of too many others to make room for some stranger.

”Shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, boy. Just because I’m from a different planet doesn’t mean I’m evil. Only one of us has a Demon in their soul.”

Vocado got to his feet, aura blazing just as Yogu did the same, his power increasing sharply. The Earthling seemed dead set on knocking Vocado unconscious. All the Saiyan did in response was slip into a battle stance.

”I invite you to try.”

And so he did.

Yogu kickstarted the battle with another barrage, though this one seemed more focused. Vocado’s energy blade thrummed to life again and the Super Saiyan got to work, slicing through one Ki blast and kicking away another. Despite the Saiyan’s intense speed, he was under surprising pressure.

With little more than pooled sweat as his consequence, Vocado prepared for the finale of the barrage as best he could. The line of energy blasts were quick, but so was the ex-prince. Sprinting across the battlefield, Vocado rolled to a stop just as the barrage ended, a swathe of smoke in its wake. His senses worked their hardest to keep track of Yogu in the fog of war.

Sure enough, the Earthling used the opportunity to strike. Leaping from the smoke, Yogu’s fist bore down on the kneeling Vocado. Had the Super Saiyan not been expecting this, he’d have been floored. Thankfully, due to some quick reflexes, the Saiyan brought his forearm up to block. Even still, the force was enough to knock him off-balance.

Grunting in defiance, Vocado tumbled backwards from the strike, skidding to a stop once he stabbed his energy blade into the dirt.

Standing to his full height, Vocado weighed his options. In raw strength he was entirely outclassed, even more so now than a few minutes ago. At the very least, his speed was keeping him in the game. Even still, his stamina was a serious issue. Even now he could feel it getting harder to keep his full speed.

Perhaps his best chance was to keep the fight on his terms. He was a fan of that strategy. How well could Yogu use his strength if he was the one on defense?

Without a second thought Vocado sprinted forwards, Ki sword hissing with energy. It was hungry to draw blood.

As he reached his foe, the Super Saiyan spun to the right, like a dancer or a top. With a triumphant yell, he thrust his hand out to slash Yogu’s thigh, before continuing by hopping up and trying to knee Yogu’s shoulder. With any semblance of luck, the strikes would disorient his foe, giving him time to plan his next strike.

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KP: 6/7
1 turn remains for 1 KP regen