Post by Lord Chill on Jun 22, 2019 19:31:04 GMT -6
With what little Chill knew about his beloved daughter, Chill had nearly missed it. With what she was going through, it was important that he didn't, that he made it special. The most important day in a little girl's year - her birthday! Chill was going to make it the most extravagant, illustrious affair that Belle had ever seen. She was a Cold heir now, and thus she deserved all the bells and whistles, all the functions and events he could afford. All she could ever want and dream about!
Chill's mind wandered back to his youth, to the many formal functions he'd been brought up around including those thrown for his own amusement or celebration. The lights and the elegant dancers, the gifts and the music and the food - it was so enthralling, such a wonderfully ignorant experience. Before he had the stress of leadership thrust upon him, of parenthood. Taking the time to organize and announce this event was doubling as a much needed break from the all-consuming stress of trying to win a war where you are losing on every front.
For a week, Chill had every channel on Arcose and every method of localized communication that he could chattering about the upcoming presentation. A birthday ball for the youngest member of the Cold clan, advertised in a way to attract the most noble and endowed members of Arcose's and the Fleet's society. Chill had been teaching Belle all about the Arcosian traditions of the Ball, and had invited numerous people of great importance from throughout the galaxy to show support and present themselves in formal accordance.
Then the day came, and slowly everyone arrived as Chill prepared himself. This wasn't just about Belle, as much as he'd like to tell himself it was, and this occasion would work doubly so for something important that he had been ruminating over. A last ditch effort to maximize his own control over the Fleet and increase funding from Arcose to the war front, as well as draw enemy eyes and distract them from what the Fleet was really up to. Perhaps it would incite speculation and worry, perhaps it would not. But it was the best idea Chill had, and as the alert to begin on his scouter clicked off, Chill sat down in the most important chair in the entire world, and pondered as the room began to fill.
Seated on le Trône Glacial, Chill addressed the people of Arcose who had come, packing the great hall of the palace spread throughout before his gaze. "Illustrious lords and ladies of Arcose, and those without binary titles, I thank you for your attendance. Before we proceed, with you all gathered, I find no time more perfect than the present for this announcement."
Chill raised from the throne, running his finger along the cold icy length of it as he walked forwards, standing atop the staircase and coming to rest his hand on the banister. "By right of my blood, I claim the title of King of Arcose. In addition, as Executive Director of the World Trade Fleet I mandate that the center of Fleet operations shall be Arcose once more, as it rightfully should be."
Chill stood to the side now, leaving the stairway wide open for his little evening star to pass by. With a the spotlight still resting at the top of the stairs, Chill gestured with his eyes for Belle to take the lead and begin her elegant stride down to the people, just as he'd shown her earlier in the day.
"Without further ado, it is with immense pride that I present the Jewel of Arcose herself, Princess Belle Strongbone, inheritor of clans Cold and Frigid, the first of her name. May her radiance ever fill you with pride and determination!"
DE for the title of King of Arcose! You have 72 hours to stop me!
Belle's PL: 20,000 Aura Erasure: Active (Reads as 100)
For days, Belle had been a little worried about the upcoming ball. She had studied really hard whenever Mister Lord Chill tutored her, but it was a lot to take in just a few days. Arcosian etiquette wasn’t too hard to pick up on thanks to the months that she had spent with Mister Lord Chill prior to her stay on Arcose. So, she was mostly prepared for when the big day finally arrived. Going through the traditions one last time in her head, Belle took a deep breath and stood clutching her dress. She could do this. Mister Lord Chill was here to look after her, but she couldn’t let him down.
Glancing up at him, Belle took his cue and walked down the stairs with rehearsed practice and grace. Behind her, Mister Lord Chill did his best to announce her. She felt a little blush of embarrassment sting her cheeks as he heaped titles and attention on her. She wasn’t so sure that the nobility would be quite so welcoming of her, but Mister Lord Chill had assured her it was fine. Speaking of… if she was the princess, and he was the king… was Mister Lord Chill the right thing to call him? Mister King Lord Chill didn’t sound right in her head. Um. Well, she’d ask him later.
As she stepped out onto the ballroom floor, Belle had to resist the urge to hug her tail to her chest. Instead, she peered around shyly at all of the Arcosians gathered around. Some of them were giving her that judging look. There were some concerned whispers. Belle could tell that a lot of them weren’t happy with her being named the princess just by looking at their auras. Her tail swished back and forth anxiously. It was okay. She could do this. She had Mister Lord Chill. It would be okay. She had to… keep a stiff upper lip. Be brave! Be strong! Even though she hadn’t been strong enough.
Thread Power Level: 147,000 | [UT] Ki Suppression Active! Current Sensed PL: 20,000 The festivities were quick to begin, though whether they were in honor of Chill or in spite of him, one couldn't quite be sure. Electing a Saiyan to be the rightful heir to the World Trade Fleet, and changing the way the Arcosian people are governed all in one fell swoop? It was a madness that only someone as powerful as Chill could afford to perform. No other Changeling dared opposed him, at least not openly. Only someone as strong as Chill could properly challenge such a claim.
It was a shame, then, that Chill had made so many enemies stronger than him.
From across the hall and behind a pillar, a shadowed man watched. Nobody seemed to notice him, though surely their scouting devices did. He'd been watching while the party was being set up, and continued to watch long after the mingling began.
As the announcement started, and Belle walked out into the light for the first time, the reaction was mixed. Some Arcosians sat silent and seething, others spat at the ground, while more still clapped graciously. Most of the nobles knew to keep their contempt hidden, if it existed at all. When the applause died down, though, there was still one man snapping his fingers.
The shadowed figure stepped out into the light, snapping his fingers from beneath his cloak. Some of the onlookers raised their brows in confusion, though surely Chill would know why the man chose such a unique way of vocalizing his congratulations.
"Hooray," said the man in a dry tone, fingers still snapping, "praise be our new overlord. For his crown is of blood and lies, and his heir a bastardized spoil of war."
With a simple motion, he doffed his cloak, revealing himself to the crowd as he stood in the center of the room. Vocado glared with unending rage toward Chill, using the only hand he had to snap his fingers, still tauntingly congratulating the man. "Praise be the snake. Praise be the murderer." He turned to the crowd, and shrugged, though he only had one shoulder with which to do so. "It's what we all are, right? Sinners and killers. Bastards and thieves." He glanced side-long at Princess Belle. "Complacent fools and whining children."
Just as he turned back, a pair of guards were on him, and just as quickly they were knocked unconscious. Vocado's counter-strike was a blur to all but the strongest in the room, and even they would have trouble following the motions exactly.
"Where is he, Chill?" His question was pointed. Direct. The King of Arcose would know who Vocado meant. "Answer honestly and I'll make this quick."
His crimson energy aura sparked, and flecks of gold wisped off the edges. Surely Vocado was hiding power, but just how much was tucked away? KP: 3/3
Gabu had started most of the week the same old same old when he was hung over and needing some medicine in order to cure his hangover. He searched and searched for his medicine.
"JUST WHERE THE HELL DID I PUT THAT BLASTED THING!"
His quarters were small compared to any other member due to his height. He checked everywhere that he could thing of until he remembered that he had placed it underneath his bed! He placed his hand underneath his bed and pulled it out! It was vodka!
"Finally found it!"
He finished the half bottle of vodka that he couldn't have finished last night. As he sat there and laying on his bed in relaxation, foot soldiers were running by his room and this annoyed Gabu so much that he hopped out of bed and walked over to his doorframe and grabbed the nearest foot soldier that was running by and pulled him into the room. Gabu was wearing his PJs that were blue with yellow rubber duckies on them.
"CAN YOU EXPLAIN TO ME WHY EVERYONE AND THERE MOTHER IS RUNNING THROUGH THIS PARTICULAR HALLWAY! CAN'T YOU ALL SEE I'M TRYING TO RELAX!"
The foot soldier was slightly confused, did Gabu not know what today was?!
"Um LT Gabu sir.. it's Belle's birthday today and chill is the one throwing it for her. Did you not read the email that everyone got?"
Gabu dropped the man and began to panic.
"Wait.. Its her birthday...OH MY GOD HOW COULD I COMPLETELY FORGET!"
He started to sweat profusely just at the thought of Chill realizing that Gabu wouldn't be there to honor Belle's birthday. He could started to open his treasure chest and pulled out a bottle of booze.
"SEVEN YEARS OLD LIKE THIS STUFF RIGHT?!"
The foot soldier stood there in confusion.
"Sir she's turning eight and no they don't like alcohol...bring like a stuff animal or something."
Gabu tossed the booze against the wall in a panic. Gabu then looked to the foot soldier with a stern look.
"WHAT ARE YOU GETTING HER HUH?"
The foot soldier gulped in nervousness.
"I bought her some fighting weighted gear."
The foot soldier pulling out his present in a box. Gabu quickly grabbed it from the foot soldier and placing it on his table as he quickly changed his outfit to his red uniform with black chest plates.
"You are dismissed soldier, thank you for the present."
The foot soldier looked at him in utter confusion.
"But sir thats my gift to her."
Gabu finished putting his uniform on and grabbed the present.
"Just arrive to the party late and buy her something with the money that I got on the desk drawer there. This is important for me to shine at this party and once I get promoted from LT to General. I will remember you Jeice."
The foot soldier lifted his index finger.
"My name is salza sir..."
Gabu ran out of the room.
"Yes yes I won't ever forget this moment Larry."
Gabu was now in a panic and holding the man's present. The alcohol had begin to kick in and now he was in a daze and now was stumbling. He was sweating even more now and as he turned the corner he bumped into a blue brenchian child. He quickly rose up to his feet and handed the blue child the gift.
"I'm so sorry Belle, I didn't see you as I turned the corner. I got you your present! and why do you look blue today? I thought you were a saiyan?"
The blue brenchian boy looked at him quite oddly.
"Thanks but.. i'm not Belle and i'm a boy.."
Gabu snatching the present from the child and continued to run off.
"Trying to steal Belle's present huh!"
He whispered underneath his breath.
"Can't trust those brenchians."
He finally arrived to the party and finally found Belle.
"Hey, happy birthday Belle! Its LT Gabu! I was counting the days when your birthday was going to arrive! My have you grown so much since the last time I saw you."
Gabu's hoped that his straight up lie would work. He handed her the present and smiled at her.
"Its training equipment for you to one day become big and strong."
Gabu then heard the commotion of a man who was now taunting Lord Chill.At this point Gabu was now qualified to being drunk and now he entered his transformation and going from being 4'0ft in height to 10ft in height and weighing at about one ton. He walked over to Vocado and speaking to Belle just before leaving.
"Just wait here darling, I will take care of this troublemaker."
Gabu now towered over this one armed saiyan and looked down at him and with his deep voice which scared the other foot soldiers, he overheard by the other soldiers that were nearby on who this saiyan was and now Gabu would address him as such.
"Listen here Volcano! You are ruining Belle's birthday party and Lord Chill's day of celebration as King of Arcose!"
Gabu decided to attempt to right hook him straight in the face.
A royal birthday party? And the soon to be king of Konats was not invited? Not to mention a crowning event all in one day. Already Arcose was far more exciting than Riis would have guessed. The prince decided to try and surprise Lord Chill, waiting until his speech was over before speaking up to toast him and his glorious people. That, of course, didn’t happen. Riis was just about to stand and speak when a series of snaps broke out. Who snaps instead of claps? That was when he saw him. Chill had told the would be king about a Saiyan Kingdom Exile.
“So this is the Vocado?” Riis called out, stepping away from the crowd. He took a moment to sense the exile, his power seeming just a little higher than his own. It did leave the noble wondering how this man was a threat? Then again, he himself was not known for his physical prowess and he was a threat. “From what I’ve heard you know about blood and sin yourself. Then again, what good leader doesn’t?”
Speaking of good leaders, Riis turned to Lord Chill and Princess Belle and gave a solemn bow. First he addressed the familiar princess with a warm smile. "Nice to see you again young lady. I didn't know you were a princess, I would have bowed then as well." Now it was time to speak with his good friend. “Lord Chill! You’ve been avoiding my messengers. Was it something I said back on Konats?” he joked. “In all honesty, when I heard you were ascending to the throne I knew I just had to see it for myself. Perhaps lend a hand if needed? Sadly I’m no good in a fight,” he gestured toward the saiyan. Even if this man was only a little stronger than himself, Riis knew that many saiyans had their great ape transformation along with whatever the super saiyan power was he learned of in their last meeting. Of course, Riis had his monstrous form, but he preferred not to use it on foreign soil, or at all really. “Luckily you seem to have a dedicated soldier here to defend you. Though I am curious. What is this he Vocado is talking about?” Surely a man as dignified as Lord Chill wouldn’t kidnap anyone? He knew the World Trade Fleet was seen as questionable at best, but kidnapping seemed a bit much.
Last Edit: Jun 24, 2019 14:31:35 GMT -6 by King Riis: item claim
Oh how grand it was and it must have cost a pretty penny, this beautiful bash of a ball for our little Belle. The young saiyan was someone who the pink bucktoothed arcosian named Nippy had already met. However at the time it wasn’t out right clear that she was a princess or in relation to the Executive Director of the World Trade Fleet. Nippy would have chosen to be much more friendly with the young lady but it was too late now. It didn’t matter much they were already allied with another strong Arcosian. The pieces have been chosen and the game has begun and you could only cheat when you are sure you won’t be caught.
There was quite the crowd gathered in the great hall, it was booming with a chorus of chatter and small talk. Oh how nobility and for that matter arcosian nobility loved to hear their own voice. Many nobles arriving to grant their blessing on their princess and their leader and perhaps acquire his favor in the future. This was part of the game and you had to be able to kiss the feet of someone you hate if you are to win. How many in this room could say they truly care about their director or their adopted progeny was most likely at a minimum. Nippy would not be counted either, but both of them were intricate pieces that could one day come into use. Bio armor gleamed and horns shined in the soft lights which illuminated the numerous tables covered in platters of food. Meats and vegetables, fruits and breads, oh it was a buffet of devilish scale.
Nippy was taking full opportunity to stuff their cheeks between the glances of fellow blue bloods, Foods like this had become scarce since his exile from their father’s holdings. Nippy didn’t intend to show these slithering snakes that he was enjoying it though, they didn't want to give them the satisfaction. Thankfully his current mentor Lord Aizu was not far, Nippy having chosen the grounded arcosian to get some sort of enjoyment from the evening beyond the food. So far it would appear Aizu had a disdain for these sorts of people and in the same way that brought him discomfort. It was a fun little show for Nippy to enjoy.
Finally the princess had been announced and all the attention in the room snapped to her. A good portion of the nobility seemed to hold back in their joyous celebrations. It would definitely feel lackluster, but it wouldn’t stop nippy who clapped happily and even gave a sharp whistle around those incredible buck teeth. In the silence that followed came a number of finger snaps over and over and soon another saiyan appeared from within the crowd. Nippy would have to be an idiot not to know exactly who it was, Vocado, a dangerous and strong man. Soon finding another man stepping up to cut back at the invader. Tension built quickly in the room and the pink arcosian could feel it’s electricity. Looking for Aizu and whispering with the blood draining from his face “Aizu go get the car, I left the stove on.”
The party had been an… Interesting affair, to say the least. It was his first real experience of Arcosian ‘high society’. His recent acquaintance, Nippy, was an old hand at the game, however. While the little bucktoothed noble caroused and took full advantage of the fancy food, Aizu loomed nearby, disdainfully sniffing at canapés and trying not to laugh at the traditional dances of the gathered nobles. There was something a little too stuffy about the whole shindig for the Warmaster’s tastes. He was far more at home in a shady cantina or a raucous space bar than such opulent surroundings. But where many might feel insignificant or out of their depth, the Warmaster felt only disdain.
Arcosians were born warriors, even their weaklings were practically gods by the standards of many sentients. They descended from dynasties of pirates and warlords - titans of battle that shaped the destiny of the galaxy once upon a time. The decadence and complacency on display brought a little bile to the back of his throat. Most galling of all, though, was that Aizu had to play along. Mighty as the Warmaster was, Chill still eclipsed his power by whole orders of magnitude, and there were enough Arcosians around to make serious trouble for Aizu if he started rocking the boat.
When finally the Executive Director made his announcements, Aizu's expression darkened. Looking around, he saw mixed reactions among the other guests. Some muttered angrily within their circles, others gave bright smiles or nodded with approval. Their opinions were ultimately as irrelevant as Aizu's own, however. Chill couldn't be threatened by anyone in Fleet space. Only a handful of beings in the universe could stop him, and none of them likely cared much about his political maneuvering on Arcose.
Hush fell over the room once more, however, as Chill announced the arrival of his heir. The little Saiyan girl, Belle, looked nervous as she stepped to the fore and Aizu didn't blame her. Many of the guests clearly did not approve of her status as heir to Arcose. Aizu would admit he was among them, despite having developed a little fondness for the girl in their previous encounter. It was never going to be a popular move, placing a Saiyan at the head of such an archaic and regimented hierarchy as the Arcosian noble houses. She was still met with applause, begrudging though some of it likely was, which curiously made Aizu feel a little relief on Belle's behalf.
But when the applause died down, one man kept on snapping his fingers. Aizu was intrigued by the sheer guts or possibly stupidity of it, only to feel a sudden surge of recognition as he cast aside his cape and stepped into the centre of the chamber. It was Vocado, former king of the Saiyans. A man the Warmaster had come close to killing twice before. He launched into a tirade against Chill while confusion spread through the guests. Some wondered if this was some sort of performance, but Aizu knew better. He sidled through the throng towards Nippy as Vocado began to address his audience, not listening to what was being said as the gears turned in his brain.
Nippy's face blanched as he looked to Aizu, practically begging to leave before things got heated. Sadly at that moment several guards chose to rush the former King, who batted them aside effortlessly. It was too late.
"We're not leaving just yet. I want to see how this plays out," Aizu muttered to his companion, alarmed once again as a very drunken guest began threatening Vocado. At first he could not see the owner of the slurring voice, but suddenly a very familiar amphibious form exploded upward, towering above most of the crowd. It was Gabu. "Gods damn it," The Warmaster said under his breath.
Aizu had just been starting to get comfortable with life on Arcose, finding companions and allies and now it was all going to hell. Gabu swung for Vocado's face, and the Warmaster froze. Time seemed to stand still as his mind whirled. What was Vocado's plan? How strong was he now? Was Gabu about to get himself killed? Too much to process and everything was happening too fast. Aizu could only watch as events unfolded.
Brute Form (x2P) active.
Last Edit: Jun 30, 2019 14:03:39 GMT -6 by Deleted: formatting
JOYAUX DE LA COURONNE | Ramen's PL: 12,000 (Base 156,000 - Energy Setting) |
As much as Ramen loved a good party, this grand affair wasn't really her idea of a good time. She hadn't even had an inkling of ever returning to Arcose, but with news of this gathering blasted across the air-waves the whole week, she couldn't help but be drawn back. She knew that chances are, this would be nothing: just another waste of time brought on by the rather inactive state of affairs between the Trade Fleet and the Saiyan Kingdom. But at its worst, a gathering of so many of Arcose -- and presumably the Fleet's -- greatest leaders and benefactors could be used as a unifying moment. Perhaps it was even intended as such... and what Earth needed was a disorganized Trade Fleet.
She slumped against the railing, wearing a rather gaudy cloak atop her usual leather vest, operating on half of a disguise. For the most part, she was relying on her ability to lower and conceal her power to avoid any serious suspicion. For all they knew, she was just another alien that looked vaguely like an Earthling. Eventually, the Arcosian on the throne raised his voice to address those gathered. She didn't recognize him, but given his choice of seat, she knew enough to stifle her yawn to pay attention.
At first, she thought she was in for an average speech. But her stomach turned when he moved on to declare himself the King of Arcose -- and at the same moment, establish the planet as the heart of the Trade Fleet. By her estimation, that would make him the de facto ruler of the whole Fleet. She groaned, much to the annoyance of a nearby Brenchian who seemed to be taking the speech as it had been intended to be received. But her attention didn't turn to him for more than a moment. Before she could take action, things took a wild turn. First, it turned out that the 'jewel of Arcose' was a Saiyan... and then Vocado showed up to break up the party. She mumbled a curse under her breath and hopped up onto the railing.
She couldn't let him make the biggest splash, after all.
"Hey, Director!" she shouted as she raised her hand upwards. A sphere of red ki burst to life in her palm, radiating with power... a very small fraction of it, at least. She wasn't quite ready to show her full hand here. It helped that her target wasn't the Arcosian himself, nor even the alien that had seen fit to try to attack Vocado. No, she set her sights on the very seat he was seeking to claim. She twisted her hips and hurled it like a pitcher tossing a fastball. Her accuracy was pin-point: whether it would make it there unimpeded was another question entirely.
She couldn't help but sneer as the attack left her finger-tips. "Here's to your new throne!"
Ramen fires her [A1] Red Crush at Chill's throne! 3,960 PL coming in to blow up a symbol.
Chill's little starlet was everything he'd hoped for, as she gracefully descended the stairs and regarded the denizens in the room, whom had come just for her. There was a bitter taste in his mouth though, as he observed the troubled reactions of his nobleman peers throughout the room. They should know very well that they aren't entitled to have opinions or draw conclusions about the young heiress to the throne, especially given whom her father was. Should any of them consider themselves mighty enough to give their brazen, ignorant opinions Chill was already plotting exactly how hard he would have their hides flayed. With the room focusing on her, Chill moved to further portray how truly divine his little belle vine was, and went to open his mouth.
He was cut short by an extended clap, singular and ongoing beyond the quieted crowd. The arrogance. Chill turned his head to locate the source of the sound, only for the one responsible to reveal himself. Vocado. As he delivered his erroneous monologue to the crowd, Chill flexed his fingers against themselves and transformed into his true form - though not pushed to it's limits - and chuckled in amusement. "Ohohoho- oh."
Chill's laughter quickly stopped, subsiding as the recollection of Kalabas' murder flooded his mind, the only obvious reference Vocado could be making. Struggling to find words, pressed for time, and with the eyes of hundreds of his peers burrowing into his paling red skin, Chill threw up a blockade in his heart and turned cold. With the bloated toad leaping over in his peripheral, Chill gave a succinct reply. "Dead."
With the moment being taken by the toad's attack, Chill took a brief second to shoot his attention towards Riis. "Prince Riis, a pleasure. Glad to see you received my invitation! More to the point of your query though, I have not been avoiding you on your own fault. Unfortunately, after our meeting I had some rather pressing business that has kept me occupied until very recently. Apologies." Chill nodded unto the Prince too as he pledged to lend a hand, before querying about Vocado's words.
"Should we make it out of this alive my friend, I'll grace you with the story of how I slew a Super Saiyan. But for now-" Chill gestured toward Ramen as she lept up and made a show of herself, recognizing her from various reports and documents on the Kingdom's elites. Rumor held that she was strong enough to rival her Super Saiyan compatriots - given that she had such a low power reading according to his scouter, he wasn't quite sure. But it was better to be safe than sorry. "-I have something I must attend to."
Chill saw the arc the ball of energy was following and quickly delivered a firm order. "Defend the throne!" The power of the attack was low enough that even a Lieutenant like Gabu, even most of the noblemen in the room could survive defending against it. Chill had faith - not in his men specifically, but more so in how obedient they were when under pressure. With the order delivered, his fingertips began to glow red and he aimed one toward the Earthling and one toward the one-armed Saiyan. "Uninvited guests will not be tolerated. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you two ruffians to leave."
With a pompous grin spread across his cheeks, he kept his fingers red-hot and ready to fire.
Belle’s PL: 20,000 Aura Erasure: Active (Reads as 100)
Despite the lackluster applause, Belle felt a little relieved. Some of it had at least been genuine. Even if there were many with reservations or those that were disgusted, the overriding feeling in the room was curiosity. It gave her a little hope that she might be able to enjoy today. She knew that’s why Mister Lord Chill had done this whole thing. It was something he had made pretty obvious to her on several occasions. He had announced himself King, but it was her birthday party. That was what he had said. To be honest, Belle didn’t really enjoy the fancy sort of festivities. She just wanted a private, personal sort of birthday, but she wasn’t about to be ungrateful. Not with the lengths that Mister Lord Chill had gone to for her. Not when all of this was her fault anyway.
Belle scanned the crowd for familiar faces, spotting Mister Nippy and Mister Aizu tucked away in the depths of the crowd. She wanted to go see them or at least wave to them, but something told her that princesses didn’t wave their friends over. Plus, they probably didn’t want to be seen with her anyway. So, what could she do? Belle was about to ask Mister Lord Chill that when she saw another familiar face. This one sent a cold chill down her spine. No. Not today. Please, not today. She just wanted to forget about everything just for today.
But she couldn’t. Not when it was Mister Vocado that stepped forward. It brought back a flood of anxiety. Belle felt her chest seize up. Please not again. She didn’t want any more killing. Any more blood. Not on her behalf. Not because of her. There was so much blood on her hands already. So much that she hardly slept anymore. Her tail curled around into her hands. Tied in a bow on her tail was her uncle’s headband. She never went anywhere without it. It helped her. Her hands squeezed the headband for some comfort, some reassurance, which was easily shattered when Mister Vocado directed his words at her. His look shot daggers into her heart.
And then a toad man was standing in front of her and handing her a present. Belle took it out of reflex and stared in confusion when he started to get friendly with her. She didn’t remember meeting him. Both incredibly confused and distressed, Belle watched with silent horror as the toad man Mister Gabu - who seemed nice enough - went to take care of Mister Vocado.
This was bad. Belle didn’t want anyone fighting on her behalf. And especially not against Mister Vocado. He was strong. It was then that Mister Prince Riis from the other day approached quite casually. Did no one think that Mister Vocado was important? Of course, Belle knew immediately who the he Vocado was talking about was. There could only be one, and it almost brought tears to her eyes just to think of it. And then, to top it all off, there was a mean red haired lady firing ki blasts around the place. It was almost too much to take. The threats, the chaos. It was all too much. She wanted to close her eyes and cover her ears and pretend that none of this was happening. That it was just a bad dream, and she could wake up and hug her uncle until it was all better.
But this wasn’t a dream. Belle knew that achingly well. She couldn’t just ignore it and make it go away. No, this was her punishment probably. She felt like she had already been punished a lot, but she guessed there was more. Belle backed away, standing behind Mister Lord Chill.
Others seemed to arrive or pipe up in short order. Surprise arrivals often didn’t come by their lonesome. Vocado simply listened to the nobles and fools as they spoke. One of the arrivals was a stranger one than himself though: a Konatsian prince, seemingly on the side of the Fleet. Surely he didn’t think bending the knee to Frost Demons was a good plan of action.
Vocado’s information on galactic affairs was slightly outdated, but even at the height of his reign he’d never heard of any Konatsian royals or their escapades. Whatever business Riis had, it mattered little.
He scoffed at Riis, eyes still focused on Chill. ”Your hands are too clean to be of any importance, boy. Run home, before I give you a bruise to tell your mommy about.”
It wasn’t long before Chill finally answered him. Harsh and unforgiving came the words. Venom dripped from each letter as they loosed themselves from the Changeling’s lips. Vocado didn’t want that answer, nor did he expect the full truth was resonating from his foe. Belle wasn’t stolen out of malice. There was something else going on.
The golden wisps dancing about Vocado began to spark.
More still arrived after the Konatsian. A frog-faced alien stood before his master, growing to massive size to combat Vocado. On any other day, he might have humored the thing, but his thoughts were elsewhere. As the massive fist came in swinging, he leaped skyward, somersaulting through the air, before landing atop one of Gabu’s enormous knuckles.
Just then, the final of the new faces showed themselves, and it was a comforting one. For one reason or another, Ramen had showed up too, and she seemed more intent on crashing the party than Vocado himself. The once-king smirked at her, and then turned to Gabu.
”You heard your master, didn’t you? Go fetch.”
And suddenly, Vocado’s body was a golden pillar of energy. His hair snapped from coal black to brilliant gold, and his Ki erupted to scouter-shattering levels. With one leap, he aimed to ram his head into the bottom of Gabu’s chin, and send him toward the same throne Ramen’s energy bolt had aimed for.
Regardless of the success of his blow, the Super Saiyan would land gracefully across from Chill, his eye catching Belle for just a moment. She trusted the Arcosian enough to use him as a shield. Just how much had Vocado failed Kalabas?
His expression soured again. ”What foul magic did you seep into her skin? Kalabas had a mask to break; must I wrench your heart free from your gut to save her like I did him?”
Maybe it was simpler than that. Maybe she’d come to love him. The murderous bastard that he was, at least Chill was there for her. Unlike Vocado. Unlike Kalabas. He gave her a home, as cold and unforgiving as it must be.
Surely no child could be that delusional. She’d been kidnapped. Her entire family murdered. Vocado had seen the manor in its sorry state. Seen Chard, but Kalabas was nowhere. Just how brutal had the battle been? Even a Saiyan child could only endure so much torment before they break.
”Your madness has led you to an early grave. Nobody will revive your pitiful soul once we’re done here.”
With that, Vocado launched through the air. The stump where an arm had once been lit up with energy, a golden lance forming to compensate for the lost limb.
Letting a war cry escape him, the Super Saiyan spun in the air, slashing with his Ki-weapon to free blood from Chill’s chest. Should his first blow land, he’d follow it with a kick to the stomach, aimed at putting him through the wall.
KP: 7/7 Vocado has transformed into Super Saiyan (x15T)! Current PL: 2,205,000 Attempting to split with Chill (and Belle if she’d like)
De transformed and also used my ki barrier to stop the massive damage. 2/3 KP
His fist had missed the puny saiyan one armed man! He was frustrated and even more frustrated that the man now insulted him to go fetch in defending the throne chair.
"Listen here you piece of-
Shit. I have you know that We are the same-
The man had transformed into a super saiyan before his very eyes. Gita's eyes began to shake in paranoia.
"Wait a second. You are that saiyan brat that fought the Queen! Then that must mean you are in the same league as her!"
"Which means that, YOU ARE A SUPER SAND LES"
Straight to his chin with Vocado's head butt impact, sending Gabu away from him and flying through the air in a fast pace. His chin literally had felt like it was on fire and eventually going numb from such a impact and on top of that purple blood was now leaking from his mouth.
"Could this fucking get any worse..."
His eyes were now illuminated and as he turned his head towards it in a split second.
"What the fuck is-"
The smoke was present just for a brief moment and right after the impact he felt his stomach rumbling. Oh no..... OH NOOOOOOOOO.
He started to deflate like a balloon as he now flew straight into a nearby wall as the guest and other patrons stepped to the side and now he had made a hole in the wall and laying on the ground in a daze. He now was reverted back to his base form with his armor on. He slowly began to pick up his head and started to vomit all of the liquor from the night before.
"Oh kami... this isn't my day..."
Last Edit: Jun 27, 2019 18:13:07 GMT -6 by Gabu: DONEEE
Things escalated about as quickly as Riis would have expected. All it took was one powerful domino to set off a massive chain reaction of everyone and their mother’s showing up with their own goals, regardless of whether said domino had any reason for being there. Riis only returned the scoff to the former ruler.
“Someone doesn’t know Konatsian history. At least I have a reason for being here.” Perhaps being a witty smart ass was not the best idea when the person you were talking to could easily tear you in half by breathing. Then again, the only thing Riis kept sharper than his blade was indeed his wit. Luckily he wouldn’t draw said blade yet, instead reeling back once Vocado unleashed his super saiyan form. So this was what made him and the rest of the Saiyan Kingdom so powerful? He could sense the immense difference in power between Chill and the super saiyan. Would he be able to stand up to him? The poor frog was smacked away with little trouble.
To make matters worse, it seemed there was something he was missing about the director and his supposed daughter. It was obvious they weren’t related by blood, but how DID he end up as her father? Never the less, the prince would quickly dart to her side. Something is rotten in the planet of Arcose. From what Vocado was saying, Chill had somehow manipulated this girl. Either way, Riis couldn’t leave an ally and such a young one at that defenseless.
“Lord Chill! I’ll do my best to keep her safe! That should let you focus on him.” Riis drew his sword, eying down the rest of the crowd. It seemed there were more members of the fleet here to keep things from getting too much more out of hand. Of course, he had to wonder who this red haired intruder was.
Riis stays with Belle and attempts to follow her into the split if she goes
Nippy blinked as both of their close compatriots seemed eager to get in on the fighting. Gabu already jumping in foolishly and ending up a deflated balloon zipping around the room before putting a good hole in the wall. Aizu having a similar cavalier attitude or at the least sticking around to see how this all went down. However the pink arcosian was not interested in how this ended. One of these endings can easily involve their very own demise, not worth the curiosity. However Nippy decided they would stick around long enough to drag off his comrades unconscious body or corpse.
In the heat of it however appeared yet another invitation lacking party goer, a woman with incredibly read hair. Wasting no time as she launched an attack at their director, it looks like Chill had a target on them today. Of course there was always time to talk in battles involving a race as powerful as arcosians. Babble echoed in the grand room which seemed to be emptying now. It would appear all the nobility who had come for the festivities left their stoves on at home. Nippy looked to all the main players now and then slapped square Aizu on the back. “Well goodluck Aizu. I am going to go check on Gabu so you have fun okay?”
"We could have just left but no, let's throw our lives away for a saiyan quinceañera!" Nippy thought to themselves, not quite happy with the fear of death still fresh. Skipping across the room and through the dwindling crowd finally finding Gabu on the floor, bruised and battered and covered in his bile. “Gabu you can’t die yet. I still need you old buddy old pal.” Nippy leaning over their frog friend as they spoke. Reaching down and giving his bulbous head a good smack across each cheek. “Wake up, those saiyans are going to drink all your booze!”
The formal event quickly devolved into chaos as the fighting began. Aizu’s head whipped around to see another interloper, calling out to Chill as she prepared to hurl a blast right towards the throne. The self-proclaimed Arcosian King gave orders to defend the ceremonial seat, taking aim at the intruders as little Belle stood meekly in his shadow. Clenching his fists, Aizu made ready to intervene as instructed. His scouter didn’t register particularly high power levels from Vocado or the red-haired woman, but he knew at least Vocado’s was being concealed. The former Saiyan ruler had been stronger than the meagre reading of twenty thousand when they’d fought almost a year prior. It seemed unlikely he would have gotten weaker since, especially if rumours of his achieving Super Saiyan status were to be believed. It wasn’t a great stretch to believe the woman was similarly concealing her true potential. As the Warmaster resolved to pull no punches, his ki began to surge.
With an explosive burst of his aura, Aizu’s hulking form disintegrated; revealing his true self and all the power that came with it. He silently prayed that it would be sufficient. Muscles coiled like vipers as the Warmaster made ready to leap into action. He was stopped in his tracks as an energy signature overloaded his scouter, crashing it as it bleeped alarmingly. Removing the device with an irritated grunt, he turned to see Vocado, wreathed in golden fire. The one-armed warrior knocked Gabu flying across the chamber with a headbutt, and into the path of the woman’s energy blast. There was scarcely time to react as Gabu was engulfed in a crimson explosion. Aizu’s heart pounded like a piston as he watched the toad’s bulk sail through the air, deflating almost comically as he reverted to his normal form. For a moment he lay prone, and Aizu feared the worst. But then he lifted his head and began to vomit profusely, bemoaning his present misfortune. Aizu gave a little smirk of relief.
He’d stopped paying attention to Vocado for a moment, but when he turned back the Saiyan had finished his diatribe. He leapt towards Chill, swinging a lance-like ki blade towards the Arcosian Lord. An alien who seemed to know Chill drew his blade, moving to protect Belle. That at least gave Aizu one less thing to worry about. Chill would have to defend himself for the moment, however. The red-haired female was still present, and as the crowds abandoned the area he could now get a clearer look at her. For a moment he struggled to find recognition, but finally realisation struck. She had attacked Arcose months earlier, inflicting significant damage on Fleet infrastructure before she was somehow convinced to leave. If reports had been accurate she, too, was on the level of a Super Saiyan. Aizu hadn’t tested himself against such a being, but a little nagging voice in his brain whispered that he couldn’t match up. He quieted it for a moment as Nippy wished him luck, before hurriedly moving to rouse Gabu from his daze. He hoped they could take care of themselves as he steeled his nerves, marching across the quickly-emptying floor.
“YOU!” He shouted, pointing a finger towards the red-haired woman, continuing his advance. “Forget about the Director, you’ve got more immediate concerns!” He blustered, coming to stand within arm’s reach of her, forcing her to look him in the eye.
“Truth be told, I don’t much care for him and the rest of these so-called lords. Wouldn’t hurt me any if he died. Might even make me a little happy,” he mused, before returning to the matter at hand. “But I never break a contract, and I signed one that pretty much says I fight for him. So, as they say on Earth: Put ‘em up.” With that, the Warmaster dropped into a fighting stance, aura blazing into existence around him. He looked over his shoulder towards Nippy and Gabu, as Nippy tried to slap some sense into the deflated Lieutenant.
“Nippy, Gabu! There’s nothing you can do in this fight! Evacuate the sector before this gets out of hand!” He heard himself say the words, and questioned himself one more time. In truth, he doubted he could do much more than his companions. But he’d be damned if he was going to back down from a Saiyan-loving invader…
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