Post by Vocado on May 23, 2019 21:47:55 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 139,000 | Super Saiyan (x15T) Active! Current PL: 2,085,000!
Demons were a hard thing to put down.
They came in many forms. Internal struggles were called Demons. The hard emotions to control, or the bad habits one couldn't break. This was a simpler problem then that, though. A Demon in the flesh was something you could beat down. A Demon from the pits of the underworld was tangible; destructible.
With his energy at its fullest peak, Vocado blazed through the air. His Demons were across the water now, though not all of them were external. In his head he wondered if maybe Monster was the lesser of their two evils. His wish would be selfish, power-hungry. Vocado's was twice that. Reviving the World Eater and unleashing it by himself would doom billions, and incur the wrath of more.
But now wasn't the time to think of the future. The present was screaming for him. To avenge a fallen hero he'd have to put in all of his strength and push past his limits. The Super Saiyan form had already proven weak in the eyes of the Konatsian. But Vocado had learned now, and earned his stripes. He was still a stripe weaker than he ought to be, but the gap was surely small now. If it wasn't? Well, Nashua could pick up the slack, he supposed.
It wasn't long before he found the place. A shrine to Porunga was at the center of the flatlands, surrounded by streams of the purest water he'd ever seen. Blood dotted the rivers, and at the bank of one lay the corpse of a Konatsian. His chest was torn clean through, and one of his eyes was missing. Horrific, he supposed, but he'd seen and caused worse.
Across from the destruction lie his foe. The Konatsian Demon had killed the prince mere minutes ago, and was simply basking in the afterglow. In a contorted sense, he supposed Monster had done right by his kin. Vocado knew the stories well enough; how the Kashvar would implant magic beasts in men. Nightmarish tales designed to keep Saiyan boys from going in over their head. A Shame they were all real.
"You know what I'm here for."
Surely the Demon might think it involved Typha, or even Yogu, but the Super Saiyan pointed at the bauble fastened around Monster's neck. He was here for Typha's revenge, yes, but the Dragon Balls were the primary goal. To stop the war machine before it began.
"Let's not beat around the bush. Take it serious from the start or you die. Sound fair?"
Without waiting for a reply, Vocado slipped into his battle stance, golden lance forming where his right arm used to be. It thrummed with life, hoping beyond hope to cut and rend. It was thirsty.