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Post by Duran on Jun 11, 2019 18:09:20 GMT -6
The skies howled sickeningly. A ball of fire could be seen hurling through the Namekian skies, leaving behind a trail of pitch-black smoke. It seemed as if an asteroid was crashing down onto the planet, hurtling toward the Quiet Plains with dangerous speeds. In truth, however, this was anything but an asteroid. A rusted spacepod, with missing bolts and dented plating was careening straight toward Namek, carrying with it one of the sole survivors of a long-lost civilization. The vessel had been traversing space for months now, searching desperately for a place to land. The fact that the pod had chosen Namek, of all places. It seemed nothing short of fate. In an instant, the ancient Attack Pod entered orbit, and impacted the Namekian soil with a thundering echo. The Quiet Plains trembled for miles on end, a large crater left with the broken-down pod falling to pieces in the very middle. Smoke and fire danced along the impact crater, the dented and torn metal shifted into a searing pink, practically melting under the heat that the landing caused. Suddenly, the door to the vessel opened, air decompressing as it swung wide with ear-wrenching creaks of metal. A silhouette could be seen slowly climbing out of the wreckage, covered by smoke and fire. It was tall and imposing, unphased by the surrounding flames. Walking out of the smoke with heavy footsteps, the Android was revealed. Battered, broken- but alive.
Duran, Mk. I Destron Droid and Squad Leader of Killsquad Nr. 8 of Planet Plant.
After over 2000 years, he had come back to life.The Android's form was in rough shape, with not many of his robotic parts functioning correctly. They were either bent, broken, or were simply missing. The blade on his weaponized arm had rusted over nearly entirely, and his Scouter Eye had deactivated completely. Sparks flew from the Android's joints, accompanied by a strange and suffocating purple gas. Yet his expression didn't show any weakness. No clear signs of pain, or difficulty. Duran's remaining eye was wide with an uncontrollable, unnatural determination. Something programmed deep within the Android's subconscious: To preserve Tuffle life. Silently, the Android began to climb out of the crater his pod had created, the lone syringe handed to him by Plant's Head Scientist firmly gripped in his hand. His feet planted into the Namekian soil. Duran stared out infront of him, met with nothing but Namek's empty plains. The grip on the syringe tightened as the Cyborg recalled his final orders: 'Find a target.'
'I must-'
'Find-d-d...'
'A VICTIM'
Duran's PL: 500
YENMAI LETS DO THIS!!!!
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Post by Vocado on Jun 12, 2019 14:12:53 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 139,000
Things were quiet lately. Far too quiet for Vocado’s liking.
Yogu’s defeat had brought some semblance of peace to Namek. The populace continued their daily lives as if nothing had happened, and a few of the more devout of the Dragon Clan had fixed up what damage had befallen Porunga’s Shrine. For a while, all Vocado needed to do was keep up with his training. Oboe and the others were completing the search, and once it was done, Vocado would wish for... Something.
A few weeks ago, he was certain of his mission. Wish for the Tree of Might. Claim its seed. Conquer world after world like Zucceta before him. He’d been fooling himself before, saying he’d only use the seed once or twice to get strong enough to stop Kayen’s war machine, but he knew the stories of the Tree. It was intoxicating to people. He wouldn’t stop.
Was that what he wanted? What he needed? Maybe not. His fate had laid the path for him to become a destructor, but maybe that path could be changed. Nashua was a good indicator of that. Her optimism was unmatchable, and she was the strongest Saiyan by a long shot. Even Kayen, with her crimson jewelry wouldn’t stand a chance. But Nashua was kind even in that regard. She hadn’t yet fought Kayen because Kayen hadn’t done anything wrong. Vocado knew the day would come where she would, but until then, Nashua and Ramen would trust her. Hell, most of their people did. She had won fair and square, after all.
In the grand scheme of things, maybe that was for the best. He hadn’t wanted the crown in the first place; taking it was to give the Saiyan Kingdom a face to follow. It was only after he’d adorned himself with the capes and the crowns that he craved the throne. Now though, alone with his thoughts and drinking in pure and clean air, he found he didn’t have a desire to lead anymore.
Ramen’s offer might be the best. Come back, work for his people. He’d be able to keep Kayen in check that way, and maybe even keep her from doing something vile permanently. People could change.
His train of thought was interrupted, though, as the skies sickened. They knew of a great evil looming in the sky, and soon enough it revealed itself in the form of an attack pod. It burned through the atmosphere quickly, cratering earth and destroying the fragile peace formed this past month.
Vocado clicked his tongue as he stood up. Of course he forgot his Scouter today. Whoever it was that landed either had no Ki at all or was a corpse. Whichever it was, he had to check it out... Alone.
He was strong. He was a Super Saiyan. What was he worried about? Only a fellow Super Saiyan could challenge him... Right?
Not letting his self-conscious thoughts constrict him, Vocado blasted through the air, trying to intercept whoever had touched down. From what he could tell, there were no villages close by, so if things got rough he wouldn’t have to hold back.
It didn’t take long to find the wreckage. A destroyed pod sat smoldering in the crater, yet somehow its rider looked to be in worse shape.
An cyborgified beast lumbered across from Vocado, clad in cracked armor and rusted metal. He looked Saiyan, though how much of that was left wasn’t clear. Seeing a fellow Saiyan like this brought a twinge of pain to his heart.
”Hey. You alright?” His voice was loud and demanding. Not exactly the kind soul you’d want to meet when you just got out of a crash. ”You picked a bad planet to land on, toaster boy. Not many mechanics live on Namek. The human— Saiyan parts can be healed though, if you need it.”
Despite his near-friendly demeanor, Vocado kept his distance. Something felt wrong about this man.
”What do you say? Need a tour guide?”
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Post by Duran on Jun 24, 2019 6:50:24 GMT -6
Duran heard nothing but the sizzling fire behind him. Crackling flames, coupled with the occasional creak of burning metal. The silence frustrated him to great extent. The Android once again scanned the empty plains with his one functioning eye, met with nothing but a calm, brisk wind. A muffled grunt escaped him as the grip on his syringe tightened. Why was he forced to such a cruel fate, left on such a barren planet?! Was this second chance his people had gotten at life nothing but a sick joke? Duran's eye twitched, shaking as he began to walk forward. His robotic legs barely functioned, quaking under the weight of his own body. He refused to believe this was the end- not yet, at least. His code REFUSED to make him believe this was the end. He would turn every stone, scour every nook and cranny, and if necessary? Leave nothing but ash in his wake. Yet, Duran lived a cruel fate, just as had been proven time and time again. After only taking a few steps, the weight on Duran's body became too much- and he fell to his knees. The rusted edge on his gunblade slid into the Namekian soil, just barely enough to hold him up. Was it a sick display of divine intervention from the gods above? Or were they instead mocking him and his people? Maybe all of it was just bad luck...Although Duran doubted that. This silence, however- as much as he hated it, it did cause even the slightest noise to stand out among the rest. And Duran? He just heard something. His remaining eye shot up in a near-instant, immediately spotting a distant figure that came closer and closer. It was hard to make out at first, yet the distinct armor, hair and facial features quickly became apparent for the Android. Although lacking a tail, there was little doubt in Duran's mind...He knew one when he saw one. The years he spent studying and fighting them had burned the image into his mind. Yes... Saiya-jin!A foreign feeling to the cold Android, Duran actually felt his breathing come to a sudden halt as the Saiyan approached him. Shock, sudden relief, hope- whatever one might’ve called it at that moment, it hit him like a freight train. Hastily the broken down Android rose to his feet, placing the syringe back into a hidden compartment inside of his armor. Duran remained silent for a moment, simply gazing at the tailless Saiyan with an odd wide-eyed look. Was he hearing him correctly? Was this stranger confusing him for a Saiyan? In that moment, Duran couldn’t help but feel a sickening grin tug at his lips. Luckily, his mask covered that. He couldn’t afford to be suspicious as of this moment. ''Y-yes…'' Duran’s choppy, muffled voice spoke out. ''I was ca-captured by a strange alien threat. I-I-I managed to steal one of their a-a-attack pods and traveled to the first planet I cou-could.'' The Android lied on the spot, weaving together a loose story so he could gain the Saiyan’s trust. While a generic story, Duran’s broken and battered body might be the edge he needed to make it seem genuine. ''To fi-find one of my own here...I seem to be q-q-quite lucky after all.'' Duran spoke once more in that pained, robotic tone. If he still could, Duran would vomit at the thought of pretending to be a Saiyan. Currently, though, it was his best shot at earning this one's trust. Sparks flew from the Android’s body as he attempted to walk forwards. Joints creaked and whined as Duran attempted to take a few steps toward the Saiyan’s direction, his heavy gunblade dragging across the dirt. ''If-if you could lead me towards a Medic, that would be a-a-appreciated…''Deep within his core, Duran felt an unexplainable pressure and weight fall onto him. Here he was, faced with the perfect opportunity to infect a Saiya-jin. If the Android could win his trust, the future of the Tuffles would be one step closer to regaining their lost glory. It would all start with him.
Literally 12 days later
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Post by Vocado on Jun 29, 2019 16:27:33 GMT -6
Vocado felt something strange. An unsettling sensation creeped down his spine as the Saiyan Android croaked out his story. The rusting blade-arm surely meant he was made for war, but what alien threat could he be talking about? And why did he seem eerily familiar?
”Right.” Vocado’s tone seemed unsure. ”Namek hasn’t many mechanics, but they can heal your living parts just fine. The next closest planet for proper machine repair would probably be Shikk, but we can figure that out once you’re all healed up, eh?”
The Saiyan turned his back on Duran, and beckoned him to follow. The nearest village was at least a mile out, so he had time to learn a bit about the machine across from him. That sneaking suspicion that something wasn’t quite right just wouldn’t get out of Vocado’s head, though. Maybe probing him with some trick questions would help ease the curiosity.
”I imagine you came from Vegeta, yes? The Arcosian’s advance on the capital definitely seems to have done a number on the ground troops. Were you with them when the first wave hit?”
Though his back was turned, he made sure to keep his senses tight. Sensing the Android was out of the question, but that didn’t mean he was totally blind. If he tried anything, the once-king would be ready.
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Post by Duran on Jul 8, 2019 4:33:57 GMT -6
The Destron Core within him pounded intensely, acting much like an organic heart would. It was one of many technological breakthroughs Doctor Satsuma had all those centuries ago. Duran's Destron Core was designed to respond to human emotion and excitement, responding to the thrill and anxiety that came with danger. Currently, it was running rampant, pumping the deadly gasses all throughout the Android's body. Duran followed the Saiyan from a fair distance, doing his best to keep up with his regular pace. His joints creaked with every movement, gunblade dragging across the dirt behind him. ''There isn't much organic left, I fe-fear. But what remains does hu-hurt like hell.'' Duran grumbled under his mask. The Cyborg felt his entire body twitch at this chance that had been given to him- never in his life had he felt so anxious. Not even during that fateful night of the Full Moon...Somehow this felt vastly different. Vastly more stressful.
Yet just when it couldn't get any worse, it did. The Saiya-jin asked a strange question to him, one which Duran honestly knew nothing about. His core pounded even more intensely, pumping Destron through vein-like tubes at a rapid rate. Duran cursed himself in thought, thoughts racing in an attempt to figure out the best possible answer. Luckily, he was trained for situations like these...He just hoped it was enough. Much like his body, Duran hoped his skills hadn't gone rusty as well.
''So they've finally made their move?'' Duran asked with feigned curiosity, taking the potential bait the Saiyan had laid out for him. The chance his story of 'Arcosians' was all a farce, yet now it was already too late. ''I'm afraid I didn't get the chance to fight on the frontlines. I was se-sent to a remote planet with my personal sq-squad. Re-recon mission...-'' Duran's speech fell flat for a second, quickly trying to wrap his explanation up.
''It's been we-well over a yea-year. Their name eludes me...Yet I know they were allies of these A-A-Arcosians.'' His speech jittered for a second. All those centuries spent under the Capital's rubble sure did a number on his wiring and programming.
There was no time for hesitation. Duran attempted his best to sound genuine, unsure if these 'Arcosians' even had allies, or if they had even existed in the first place. He spoke with conviction, however. Much like his body, Duran had nerves of steel. Although even he was struggling to keep calm in this situation. This might be the last chance his species would get at rebuilding, after all.
It really was all up to him, at this point.
Duran followed the Saiyan closely, trying his best to walk without dragging his arm all over, yet it proved difficult.
''What about you? What are our forces doing here on...N-Namek?'' Duran asked, quickly recalling the planet's name from what the Saiya-jin had said.
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Post by Vocado on Aug 9, 2019 15:45:06 GMT -6
Crap. If this guy was bluffing, he had a solid alibi. Besides that, his broken machinery made getting the full story impossible. Was this guy really an ally? It was possible, he supposed, but something still felt off. A year ago was near the time when the first attack on Vegeta occurred. Wouldn’t he already be aware of the Arcosian’s assault?
”Ah. You probably encountered the Tuffles, then.” Vocado closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, cursing himself internally. It was the first species that came to mind. Why was it on his mind? ”A small contingent of their people apparently survived and swore allegiance to the Changeling bastards. Our ancestors didn’t wipe them out hard enough, it seemed.”
Was that really the best he could come up with? Who the hell would fall for a story that lame? Even if this guy was lying, he wouldn’t slip up from this.
”The village isn’t far now. Just over the horizon I’d guess.”
Their walk continued, and still Vocado’s muscles tensed. This guy had a serious strangeness about him. Was he being overly cautious, or not cautious enough?
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Post by Duran on Aug 18, 2019 18:14:37 GMT -6
Duran's very core froze at the mention of his people. How? How could this Saiyan know of their revival so quickly? It had only been days since Duran reactivated and set off those escape pods carrying Tuffle life. Did this mean that a year before his awakening, there had been others that had clinged back to life? This filled Duran with fear, but also hope. If the Saiya-jin were already aware of the Tuffles' survival, that meant that there were others out there...Other survivors. Duran's mind flashed to Iyokan and Korla. Were they out there...? The Android collected his thoughts, and continued to trail behind the Saiyan, subtly trying to inch closer and closer. ''...The Tuffles were exterminated 2000 years ago. You mean to tell me they survived...?'' Duran asked in a strange, gruff tone. It was odd speaking about his own people in such a falsely ignorant way, but he had a cover to hold.
According to the stranger, the village wasn't far off. Duran's eyes lowered, his robotic hand twitching anxiously. ''Ah, t-that's good...I was-!'' Duran tried to speak, reaching for the compartment hidden in his armor...But something felt off. His body froze suddenly, and the Android grew silent. Within moments, Duran's breathing grew heavy as he fell to his knees, an intense pain rising in his chest.
Duran groaned aloud, cursing inwardly. His Destron Core began to whir and rev up loudly, making noises that obviously shouldn't be there, like a fan spinning out of control. Duran wretched, cheeks bulging momentarily before hurling. A large glob of Destron was spat out from the crevices in his mask, splattering down onto the Namekian soil. It sizzled and popped, releasing a choking black mist that was all too recognizable for the Saiya-Jin.
He remained on the ground, wheezing and panting heavily as his eyes panned up toward the Saiyan. They were filled with fear, and adrenaline. It was now or never, fight or flight. Do or die.
A hand slowly reached behind his back, ready to take hold of the syringe.
His core pumped and beat heavily in anticipation.
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Post by Vocado on Aug 20, 2019 3:35:43 GMT -6
And somehow, there was the crack in the veneer.
Vocado held his surprise inward as well as he could, but the way Duran reacted to the news about the Tuffles didn't seem astonished enough. He was being paranoid, sure, but it sounded just off enough that there was a hitch in the Ex-King's step. The slightest pause, that Duran would surely notice. The jig was up now; for both sides. If the Android really was some sort of spy or assassin or whatever else Vocado's mind could cook up, then this was the moment it'd all fall apart.
The Saiyan turned to face his companion as the reached the edge of the ridge, and Vocado was surprised at the sight he saw. Duran was mid-motion, when he suddenly fell to a knee. Before he could voice concern, the Android vomited out a familiar, bone-chilling substance, and Vocado couldn't help but step back in shock.
"W... What the hell?!"
He hadn't a clever quip in his head. Fear and astonishment plastered on his face, all he could think now was how best to defend himself. His last run-in with Destron had nearly killed him. Chill got away from him then; tricked him into a false lead. He had to wonder now where he was. Had Kalabas run into him? Had they found Belle and saved her? He might never find out if this android spewed its sickness onto him.
"Who the hell do you really work for?!"
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Post by Duran on Aug 20, 2019 5:48:25 GMT -6
Duran feared the worst, and he was more than correct in doing so.
The very substance that granted him power and life, was his very downfall at this moment. His cover had been blown. There was no use in spinning another web of lies, in weaving another false story to earn the Saiya-Jin's trust. It was all too obvious on his features...He knew what Destron was.
Duran jammed the tip of his rusted gunblade into the soil, arm trembling as he attempted to remain upright. His fearful and hate-filled gaze remained locked onto the Saiyan. The fire in Duran's eyes was a clear testament as to simply how much he despised the man infront of him.
The compartment within his armor slid open silently. The syringe that was given to him by Dr. Satsuma fell quietly into his hand, and the Android gripped it tightly. As more Destron began to leak from the crevices in his mask, Duran's eyes narrowed coldly.
''Saiyan fool...!'' Duran rasped, his voice morphed and filled with hatred. ''You should've wiped away every last trace of us long ago...Now, the past has come to haunt your kin!'' The Android hissed, coughing up another glob of Destron.
Duran's Destron Core began to spark with new life, whirring loudly as it pumped the toxic gas throughout his entire body.
''Couldn't help but steal more of our technology, couldn't you?'' He spat at the Saiya-Jin as Duran's veins lit up with purple energies. ''Your kind's insufferable greed will be your downfall, Saiya-Jin...''
Electricity crackled briefly from his form as Duran stood straight, faint strands of purple Ki licking his shoulders and traveling upward before fading away. It was then that Duran revealed his hand, and with it, the syringe. The Tuffle parasite within was eager for a host.
''And it all starts with you.''
Without warning, Duran charged towards Vocado, kicking up dirt and grass with a mighty quake. The Syringe was lunged forwards, agressively, aimed to pierce the Saiyan's arm.
Duran activates his Overdrive and powers up to a whopping 1,500 PL!
KP: 3/3
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Post by Vocado on Aug 24, 2019 3:59:58 GMT -6
Vocado took another step back, his heel slipping on the edge of the ridge before readjusting. Dirt crumbled away at his boot. He felt trapped. Doomed. Was he about to die? In some nameless chunk of Namek? Hell, it'd probably takes months for anyone to notice his death, if they ever did. Whatever this machine-- no, this monster had planned probably involved experiments that no body should ever be subjected to. "What... You're a--?!"But he didn't have time to finish his thought. Tuffle or no, the Android lunged forward, syringe in hand. He only caught a glimpse as it darted across his vision, but he could see a wriggling silver creature hidden within. He pulled back again, the needle of the syringe catching against his skin, but only barely. Thankfully for the Saiyan, he'd been backed up to the edge of the ridge, and his last step sent him right over. He fell straight down, droplets of blood marking the place where his boot missed. For a time, there was silence. And then, a flash of golden light erupted from the bottom of the cliff. Slowly, Vocado rose up, his body adorned with flame. His hair had shifted to a sharp golden hue; his eyes a piercing teal. His face was contorted into a snarl, and with a single quick motion, he intended to wrench the syringe free from Duran's filthy grasp. "I'll admit, you almost had me. I was really overwhelmed."Syringe in hand, he'd summon an orb of Ki, shattering the glass, and vaporizing the parasite. Surely the Tuffle threat had ended before it began. "It's a shame, really. You're just a couple months late. If the Changelings had woken you up, maybe you could have infected them and conquered the galaxy."Landing back on the ridge, Vocado rolled his neck, and stuck his palm out. "Want my advice? Try again in a couple hundred years."He shouted, and a mighty energy wave erupted outward. Aimed for the chest, his intent was to send Duran rocketing across the plains, hopefully ending up somewhere in the vacuum of space with a brand new hole in his chest. If not? Well, there were a handful of volcanoes a few hundred miles away. One of those would make a nice home for the machine too.
KP: 6/7
Transformed into a Super Saiyan! (x15T)
New PL: 2,085,000
Used [A1] Galick Gun!
33% Power for a damage potential of: 688,050!
Intent: Star K.O. |
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Post by Duran on Aug 26, 2019 17:44:49 GMT -6
This was it. The moment-- his moment. As the sounds of slipping dirt met Duran's ears, the Android charged forth with the Tuffle Parasite tightly held. He had sensed the Saiyan's hesitation, that sudden moment of shock and terror that froze him in his place, and used it as best he could. With his Destron Core sparked into overdrive, Duran was barely able to nick the warrior's arm as he fell backwards-- straight off the edge. ''Damn it!'' Duran cursed as the Saiyan fell without a sound, followed by a light trail of his own blood. The spatters that had adorned the grass surrounding the edge quickly caught the Android's eye. A sample-! No grand plan struck his mind in the moment, yet surely Duran could use the Saiya-jin's blood for something. Swiftly, whilst the Saiyan was likely injured from the fall, he rushed to collect the blood in a small glass vial.
Duran stored it quickly, and made his way to the edge. His foot just barely didn't step over as he looked down into the darkness.
But then suddenly, from the darkness-
There came a great and powerful light.
The Android quickly shielded his eyes from the intense brightness, his entire body suddenly hurled backwards as he was met with the force of a thousand stars. Duran growled as he slammed into the Namekian soil, slowly gazing toward the edge with fear looming over him. The immense pressure he felt rose higher, coming closer and closer!-
It was the Saiya-jin.
Hair aflame and gold.
Eyes a burning teal...--
Duran froze completely.
In a moment, his mind flashed with hundreds of images of that fateful, terrible night. The howling screams of his closed ones dying infront of his eyes, the roars of the transformed Saiyans as they laid waste to their capital...It all came back to him in an instant. Duran could hear the cries of Tuffle children moments before they were vaporized- see them. He saw Korla, and Iyokan- DEAD.
He breathed rapidly, momentarily able to warp his focus to the present. The Droid's eyes were widened, unable to properly breathe. Duran was gasping, as he felt a terrible weight on his chest.
''No! NO!!'' Duran roared as the syringe was forced from his grasp. He was forced to watch as the parasite was vaporized infront of his eyes. His one chance, his one hope at reviving the Tuffle race...Gone.
GONE.
The Saiya-jin's words fell on deaf ears. The Destron Cyborg was filled with a roaring hurricane of emotions. Hate, fear and anger had warped his senses. Tears began to stream hopelessly from his one organic eye as he was met with the Saiyan's palm.
Duran screamed, slamming his fist into the ground and causing a mighty quake. Rising hastily, the Android charged toward the golden-haired fiend with reckless abandon, roaring wildly as tears flung from his eyes. Duran lunged forward with his blade, the steel was aimed right for his throat.
''HHHRAAA-AAAAAAA!!''
But it was too late.
In a blinding flash of light and energy, Duran's screams were utterly overpowered as the Droid was consumed by the colossal wave of energy. It carried him far away, tearing at his body and chipping away at the metal as it hurled him to the other side of Namek.
Within that instant, Duran had lost consciousness. His limp body was sent careening to the other side of Namek, and would hopefully never wake again.
The Tuffle Threat was over before it could even began.
...Or so Vocado hoped.
Duran takes the Galick Gun!
Damage Taken: Yes
Destron boi is ko'd. Exiting thread!
this was dope, man. Enjoyed it a tonnn :D
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Post by Vocado on Aug 31, 2019 15:30:49 GMT -6
One strike was all it took to end the battle. Whatever power the Android had, it wasn’t enough to withstand the overwhelming storm that was a Super Saiyan’s might. Vocado couldn’t help but sigh in relief, his aura fizzling out as he fell prone. He wasn’t winded, but the stress had certainly rocked him to his core. The adrenaline probably wouldn’t stop coursing through him for a while.
Turning, his eyes caught on the charred dust that had once been the syringe in his foes hand. Just what did he plan to do? The silver creature inside had to have been the same kind he’d met on Vegeta. Was it some sort of parasite? Maybe it liquified the victims insides. No Super Saiyan could survive that.
Thoughts raced every which way as he tried to calm down. He wanted to run and tell Nashua, or call Ramen in a feverish worry, but his judgement decided, foolishly, that it’d be better to keep it to himself. No sense worrying his friends about something so simple to deal with, right? Truffle machinery was lurking in the old ruins for thousands of years now. Just because one android got lucky and found a pod didn’t mean anything.
Right?
He really hoped he was right.
Thread End.
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