Not Strong Enough [Open]

The sound of explosions had not gone unnoticed, having attracted the attention of the demon Sensoa. He walked through the wasteland, taking his time to observe what was happening, and that was when he spotted Ochra. The saiyan had apparently been fitted with a prosthetic after the events of the prison, having either come out here to train or vent his anger. Whatever the case was, the demon would know what bothered him. His power had barely moved while Sensoa's had grown immense which was disappointing to say the least.

Another explosion tore through the area, shaking the ground and the demon watched it crumble into dust. He knew that training had proven worth while with himself, but it appeared not everyone shared his easy grasp of power. His body was growing at such an extraordinary rate it even baffled the demon at times. He had attained a new transformation, one he was still working to control and wondered if he would ever gain control of it. Accessing it was easy, but it proved to be a double edged sword. His last use of it had proven both physically taxing, and mentally in the form of innocent people dying. Something he didn't really enjoy to see, but they were earthlings and he had grown to hate them. But deciding more on that later, the demon now within talking distance of Ochra.

"I see you have a similar mind on training, or perhaps you are venting?"

Sensoa said with a chuckle, he did not mean to pour salt in a warriors wound, but instead to open the path of conversation. He understood anger all to well, its all consuming flame and how it made anyone lose themselves in it. He could only hope that the silent flame he was sure Ochra had wouldn't eat him from the inside out.

"You seem to be doing well... Able to get up on your feet and train at least."

The demon then gestured to the man's prosthetic, wondering if he would be able to fight with that. It wasn't a strong leg, it looked to be easily broken. Perhaps he could ask Carro to make him one- but then he remembered that Carro was on earth and his smiled faded. He instead turned to look at the smoldering rocks in the distance. He would never return to earth if he could prevent it. He despised that planet to its core and wanted nothing more than to watch it burn. But instead he would focus on the present.


PL: 140,000

The demon shrugged as the man dismissed the thing he was doing as training. You could call it bulldozing, or anything at this point, it really didn't take a lot of brain power to determine this was just the workings of an upset individual. The demon did not pity the man, that was beneath Sensoa as he believed if you went into battle it was the results that sometimes came out of it. To lose a limb was the work of a blade, and when against one you had to be careful, Ochra wasn't during their encounter on Knutts. The demon didn't pity the man in the slightest, nor did he think it was deserved, it was just the way things were.

"My fight with mumbo? It went well, but I will discuss that another time."

Sensoa shrugged, looking at the mans leg once more. The prosthetic looked incredibly feeble, easily broken which meant it was a weakness. He snorted as he took in just the poor makings of the leg.

"You have lost your leg, its the way it is."

Sensoa gestured to the man's missing limb and frowned. He could see the defeat in the man, the anger building up within him. He understood all to well the pain and frustration of defeat. He knew that anger probably better than most living mortals. So he also knew the damage it could do to the mind of anyone not prepared for it.

"You have the look of a defeated man... I understand that feeling. Suck it up and use that to fuel your desire to get stronger."

Sensoa then gestured to the scar on his stomach, the gift from Dosu, who he had learned the name of recently. The man had put a hole in him, gave him the desire to surpass him, to grow to this point. He understood the anger that came with defeat, but it should be tempered into a fine blade, not a dull and unfocused source.

"I know you are upset, and I won't pretend to know how you feel exactly... But don't let that feeling go unfocused. Harness this defeat, let it make you stronger next time and then.... then give it back ten fold."

Sensoa crossed his arms, staring at Ochra with dead set eyes. Perhaps this advice sounded like pity? But no it was because he wanted Ochra to grow stronger so they could fight again. It was selfish he knew, and while the demon was suffering his own battles, he couldn't let a fellow warrior slip into this self pitying bullshit.

"I ain't offering you this advice because I'm pitying you either. You're a saiyan, a warrior who earned my respect and gaze. I refuse to see you sit here in this gods damn desert with a pitiful leg. We will find you a suitable replacement, I will help you grow stronger. So stop looking like a damn animal half dead, chin up Ochra!"

Sensoa kept his arms crossed, staring at the man expecting him to respond in kind with a look of renewed vigor. At the very least not looking like a sorry sack of shite. He would not let Ochra become another Kraktus to the demon. He would push this fucking bounty hunter to the brink if he had to and make him a super saiyan. He didn't know how he would do it, he didn't know what made a saiyan turn into a super saiyan, but he sure as hell was gonna pester the living shit out of Ochra until he transformed.

PL: 140,000

Sensoa placed his hands on his hips, listening to Ochra spreak his mind, talking of how he lost his tail. He then spoke of having lost his leg to a weaker opponent to which the demon snorted at. That girl had been weak sure, but that meant nothing in the face of her skill with the blade. Power was an illusion granted to those who had it, but it was just that, an illusion. A body could be cut, a bone could be broken all the same. But the demon understood none the less, the saiyan was frustrated at the fact he had lost to the girl.

"Stop holding that feeling back. I can see it... You are holding your emotions back, let it out. USE it to fuel your desires to win. I am not so in tune or understanding of you. I can't say I know what makes you grow stronger as saiyans, but I use my anger, my hatred and rage all boil up within me to make me grow stronger. I am a demon however, so that could just be me."

Sensoa gave a shrug then turning to face the distance before recrossing his arms, staring into the distance.

"You lost to a weaker foe yes, but that was because you got distracted. You thought you had time to look away, but that was a mistake. That girl was weaker than you but power is only an illusion to believe someone can't hurt you. I've fallen for it, we all have. But as you've learned a blade cuts deep no matter the level of strength. So take your frustrations and grow stronger. Else you will be left behind and forgotten to time. I do not pity you, or believe you deserve any special treatment because of that injury... You will either sink or swim in the race to grow stronger. But I don't want to see a potential ally and rival fall into a state of weakness. You lost your tail? Get angry about it. Lost your leg? Get angry about it and come back stronger. There is a man, his name is Carro. He makes robotic shite, really high tech. Ask him to make you a leg. I dunno where he is on earth but that was the last place I saw him."

Sensoa looked at Ochra then, his gaze looking the man in the eyes. He didn't know what drove Ochra to grow stronger but it was clearly not a strong enough drive. He needed something more, something more concrete to stick him to the ground.

Sensoa snorted yet again at the man's words, speaking of anger like a temper tantrum. He misunderstood what it meant to harness the anger within to fulfill his desire to grow stronger. He couldn't blame mortal kind for being so soft, they didn't understand how to harness their rage to grow stronger which explained why the demon had caught up to their most powerful warriors. It was pitiful to him but he would explain it now.

"No... that is not anger... That is throwing a tantrum like a child."

Sensoa growled before letting his power rise up, keeping his anger in check. Slowly his ki began to rise to higher levels until finally he was standing before his next transformation. His aura was flexing visibly, green ki flaring about as green flames emitted from him like an inferno.



"You have been lead to believe Anger is a state of blindness and throwing a tantrum like a child. No Ochra, anger is an emotion like any other. You harness it, control it and MASTER IT!"

With that the demon transformed in a blinding flame, the green flames consuming him completely to reveal a now ashen skinned Sensoa. A feral growl escaping his lips as he tried to maintain control, but it was difficult. He had been practicing this transformation in secret, but it was difficult to maintain. He was visibly shaking as he held up his hand, his sword responding to his call. He growled as the blade began to shine brightly with flames, then the flames seemed to draw into the edge of the sword. The sheer heat emitting from the blade causing the very air itself to wave about from its edge. Sekainoowari singing loudly at the volume of power in her edge, the world ender blade speaking in her own tone of the joy she felt at the use of her edge to bring destruction. Black lightning flaring out to life as the attack reached its full strength, the skies darkening over head as blue lightning rained down to greet the black. The attack of Sensoa's show casing the sheer amount of ki being harnessed by the demon in this form, the lightning uprooting the ground around him and Ochra.

Then with a roar the demon would swing the blade downwards before striking the ground to create a great wave of flames. The flames stretched as far as the eye could see on the horizon, scorching heat that could sear the flesh from bones. Once the flames died away, a fissure that lead to blackness was left in its wake.

"No ochra, That is not anger. This is what anger harnessed can do."

The demon saying while gesturing toward the giant hole in the ground now. But abruptly he would begin coughing, blood splattering from his mouth onto the ground in crimson hues. The demon panting heavily before releasing the transformation, flames covering him once more before he was reverted back to normal. He continued to pant in pain, breathing ragged as he tried to catch his breath. That transformation was to much, his body couldn't take the amount of strain it was putting on him. The sheer anger he felt was.... it was consuming his very flesh, putting strain on it.

Ochra spoke up then after his display, and the resulting strain on his body. He cracked a smile himself, and if it had been anyone else besides Ochra he might have been offended. The saiyan bounty hunter was feeling better at least, but the demon felt the saiyan had missed the point of his demonstration, focusing instead of the minor details. The demon's eyes went back to the fissure, but he said nothing. If Ochra could not see the power being demonstrated for its true purpose, then perhaps he would never see. That was a view of the world, of the way of life he could not change by arguing.

"I suppose you are right, it matters little."

Sensoa was disappointed in Ochra, but he said nothing more as he stood up once more. Wiping his mouth clean before placing a hand on his abdomen as the feeling of ache was present. He hurt in his muscles, but it would subside in time. He could tell he missed the point of it by simply dismissing it as 'impressive' instead of understanding. Or perhaps he did but said nothing. The demon perceived it as just simply brushing it aside, and he could only let it go despite his inner desire to argue it.

"In any case, If you need money I've got plenty after I killed-"

Sensoa stopped himself, deciding he would not speak on the matters of the king. He didn't want anyone else to know he had glassed a planet for revenge.

"I came across a lot of money. I am sure I could easily pay Carro for the leg, no strings attached for you. And don't give me that pride shite, your fucking leg is missing. It isn't pity, I could break it in our next fight and it would be to easy. Get a strong tech leg so we can fight again already."

Sensoa said looking away then as he huffed up his chest defiantly. He truly didn't pity Ochra, as he truly didn't believe in that concept. The universe is cruel, people get hurting in fighting, and it ultimately came down to just that. Now whether the saiyan accepted the help or not was out of Sensoa's control, but he would be damned if he let Ochra spent his time moping around in this thrice fucking damned desert like a dog who got kicked.

PL: 144,000
KP: 3/3 +1

Sensoa was feeling the fatigue, but he listened to ochra as he spoke. He was glad the man wasn't to proud to accept financial help, and he would gladly accept the demon's money. Sensoa felt himself smile, but it was a weary one as the rapid onset of exhaustion began to hit. He had only been in the form for but a brief time, but his body already was feeling the ripples of its effect. That form truly was like toxicity given form, poisoning him from the inside. He had barely managed to maintain his own self within that form, and even then if only for a few seconds had he unleashed an attack. Now his body was rapidly wanting to rest, as if it had taken on a full days worth of effort. Ochra spoke of anger and how it burnt out quickly, to which he was not wrong. Sensoa always felt tired after using that form and on top of that it hurt him to just use it. 

"I cannot understand that Ochra... That is like a tree without soil to me. All I've ever known is anger to fuel my power."

Sensoa admitted, taking his seat on the ground, his back to the rumble of the fissure. He rested his head back, trying to get some energy, but it felt like it was being drained from him. He was not sure if he could stay awaken on the trip home. He might just sleep here on that thought.

Sensoa gave a weak but healthy laugh as Ochra spoke, and he found the words to be true. He was not a tree, one who stayed in one spot. Nah, perhaps Ochra was right, and the demon needed to learn new sources for power. Slowly the demon rose to his feet, being helped up by Ochra who was on one leg. They would look like a sorry duo of bastards, a crippled helping a weakened demon, the picture of a thousands words. The demon found it humors enough that he couldn't help but smile.

"Ochra, I swear one day I'm gonna punch you for being a smart arse. Hahaha"

Sensoa couldn't help but chuckle then from the joke. He perhaps had just found someone of a kindred spirit then, the two limping forward or slumping forward. It wasn't an organized walk that much was sure but at the very least they were making progress.

"Tell me Ochra, a man who seeks strength. If there was a weapon out there that could drain a world of all life... but give you immense power. Would you take it? Would you use it on a world full of life? What if it brought strong warriors to you and you could enjoy the fights? Would you be willing to use it?"

Sensoa asked this but it was a two fold question. The tree of might as Vocado called it, a weapon capable of draining a world of life and produce fruit capable of giving the owner or whoever ate it immense power. The demon found the fruit to be pathetic, but if he could get it for Ochra... perhaps the demon could help him? But again would the demon find their fights enjoyable? He didn't know for certain and he sat upon the idea of feeding earth to this tree. If he got the dragon balls working, he could destroy those he hated... but hurt two people he cared about among-st millions. He sat upon that line.