Thread Power Level: 147,000 | Super Saiyan (x15T) Active! Current PL: 2,205,000 His attack was a resounding success. With his superior speed and elite precision, Vocado had sent Chill tumbling out into the streets of the capital. Citizens stopped in their tracks as their Director-turned-Monarch rolled to a stop in an intersection not far from the castle proper.
Golden light still encapsulating him, Vocado stepped out of the hole he’d created, and leaped across to meet his foe. The crowd grew ever-larger.
”You’ve got quite a few sins to atone for,” Vocado said sharply. He flicked his lance, letting the drawn blood slip away from its gold embrace. ”Confess. I promise I’ll give you the time you need. Surely the list is long enough that the sun will rise twice over.”
His anger was still bubbling higher. He was so sure Kalabas could handle himself, or at least that’s what he’d told himself when he abandoned Vegeta. The entire ordeal had done a major blow to his ego. Being tricked by Chill was one thing, but not being there when his friend needed him most? He didn’t want to dwell on the insecurities that the Changeling had gifted him.
Whether or not Chill had prepared himself, Vocado would leap forward again, aiming to send an elbow into the Arcosian’s stomach. Following that, he’d throw out a quick and dirty knee to the chin, aiming to send him up and over one of the high-rise buildings nearby.
KP: 7/7 Keeping our starter short and sweet :)
Last Edit: Jul 4, 2019 19:01:20 GMT -6 by Vocado: added link to other thread
With the growing crowd closing in, Chill had very little time to assess his situation and moved instead to regain his composure. Frustratedly he thrashed his arms about, patting at the piled snow and dust that now caked his epidermis as he grimaced toward the oncoming Super Saiyan, admittedly under prepared for the fight he was about to endure. With a dull roar through the air like an over hyped comet Vocado landed before Chill.
"You've got quite a nerve, you one-armed bastard." Chill sneered, his tail whipping up in disdain at the drivel the saiyan presented. "You come into my home and knock me through a wall on my daughter's birthday, and demand a confessional of me?" Chill spat across the street at Vocado's feet. Immediately this action was retaliated. In an explosive display of rage, Vocado leaped forward and threw an elbow toward his lower torso. But, Vocado had made one fatal flaw.
He'd given Chill a moment to gather himself.
In an instant a flash of red light would cloud the vision of both fighters as Chill's power level doubled, the massive increase giving him just enough firepower to catch the elbow with a firm grip. With a cheeky grin, Chill curled his lips to speak ill of his foe before a sudden and unexpected knee clocked him from the side and sent him skidding back through the concrete toward a nearby cluster of witnesses.
Spitting blood, Chill wiped his cheeks and glared at the Super Saiyan. "...of course- the monkey fights dirty!" Something about his bombastic, pompous Super Saiyan opponent brought back recent, painful memories, and Chill couldn't just sit around and let them build without any action. With a swish of his hand to his left, he fired a red beam of energy toward the before moving his foot forward to brace for any reaction.
Chill transformed to x12T Full Power True Form! [UA2] Precision Shot fired for 887,040 damage at Vocado!
Belle’s PL: 20,000 Aura Erasure: Active (Reads as 100)
Struggling with her dress as she clambered up the rubble that led to the home in the castle wall, Belle huffed, her breath puffing out in little white wisps. It was cold. Really cold. A shiver ripples through her body. Her outfit wasn’t exactly designed with outside in mind, but she didn’t care. Belle slid down into the streets, clasping her hands together as if in prayer. She didn’t want this. Belle bit her lip not quite hard enough to cut it open, but enough to drain the color from them.
Mister Lord Chill didn’t seem like he intended to be pushed around. No, of course not. Things would have gone very differently if he or her uncle had ever stepped down. What could she do? What could she say? If she couldn’t even convince her uncle to stop fighting, what hope did she have of stopping Mister Vocado? None. So, she just had to pray that Mister Lord Chill did not lose. She didn’t want to lose him too. There were a lot of things she wished for. Too bad that they would never come true. Her hopes and dreams had been crushed the moment her uncle died.
Wrapping her tail around to her front, Belle untied the headband, which had been made into a little bow for her tail, and tied it around her head. When she wore his headband like this, she felt a little braver. Comforted. Like he was still here, watching over her somehow. She glanced back into the throne room where Mister Aizu was battling that red haired woman. She offered him a silent prayer as well, but most of her prayers were directed at Mister Lord Chill. She didn’t want Mister Vocado to die, but she really didn’t want to be alone. That was what was going to happen if he died too. She didn’t want to go back to Vegeta. She didn’t want this.
Hot tears stung at the corners of her eyes. Belle hastily wiped them away on her little gloves. It wasn’t fair. She had already lost her uncle. How much more was she supposed to lose? And it wasn’t as if she could do anything about it. She was too weak to stop them. Too weak to help. Too weak.
Prince Riis PL: 16,000 What was he doing here? Riis was no fighter and he knew that. Meanwhile, two absolutely monstrous power levels were fighting only a few feet away from him. All he could do was watch and hope that neither he nor the princess would be pulled in. The poor girl. On her birthday of all days and a one armed saiyan with something to prove shows up and crashes the party right through the wall. At least he could attempt to keep her safe for the soon to be king of Arcose if nothing else.
“Don’t worry your highness,” the royal Konatsian would move just in front of Belle. “Lord Chill is strong. He’s not leaving you.” Was that really true though? He could feel a large gap in power between Vocado and Chill. “Not without a fight.”
The saiyan exile talks about sins, something Riis would bet he knew plenty about. “Sinning comes with the job,” he called over to the super saiyan. “I wonder though, wouldn’t it be a sin to leave such a young child without a parent or guardian? I don’t know much about the Saiyan Kingdom but that seems barbaric.” High and mighty words aside, Riis could tell he was very out of the loop on this entire situation. Who was this "he" that Lord Chill claimed to be dead, and where did the young saiyan princess fall into this. Something was definitely amiss and Riis didn't like it one bit.
Vocado sneered. The words stung like ice as they escaped Chill's lips. Daughter, he called her. Lovingly woven phrases like that were meant for happy homes; normal homes. Was this really what Belle wanted? To be tucked in to a bed of icicles? Perhaps this ran deeper than Vocado could ever have hoped.
Chill caught his elbow with a sudden flare of Ki. He'd been practicing his body, then. Maybe this wouldn't end in a single clash, but it was still manageable.
Despite the surprise, the Once-King's sneak blow still landed, sending the Changeling across the block. Citizens scurried, and armored forces began to ready their weapons. Aliens of all shapes and sizes were in the Fleet's employ, and here they were, armed to the teeth in some cases. They knew they'd be ineffective in this fight, but trying and failing was a far greater alternative to squirreling away and facing the wrath of their angry Arcosian lord should he win.
The growing storm of soldiers waited with air caught behind their tongues. What would Chill order them to do?
"Be grateful I only ask for that much, dog." Chill's energy spiked, and with a wave of his hand a thin red beam summoned forth. Vocado raised his lance outward, and cut the thing in half. The twin beams soared past him, and into the castle wall.
"The collar I gave you was far too loose; perhaps I should have tightened it to the breaking point the first time we fought." He took a few steps forward, his cold eyes analyzing Chill's defense with little interest. "I'd always thought Boreal was the threat between the two of you, but I see it now. The snake with a forked tongue proves far more deadly than the cocksure boy with the blade ever can."
Riis, the young Konatsian princeling, had followed them onto the street. His arrival caused Vocado to hesitate his advance only a moment. He'd brought Belle out to see this? How shameful.
There were dozens of answers to the swordsmans question. Truths and falsehoods swam in unison around Vocado's mind, until he settled on the words he liked best.
With a cocked brow, he turned to face Riis, and scoffed. "I've sinned far worse than you can imagine already. What's one more tick on my box going to do?" He flicked his lance, and suddenly it tightened. Now it was a spear; sharp and precise. More than ready to end a life. "Besides, who's the greater sinner? The man who wrenched the life from a girl's entire family and kidnapped her, or the man who slays their murderer and returns that sweet little girl to her own people?"
But he didn't need to explain himself any more. Leaping skyward, his body twisted back toward Chill, and he drove his spear toward the Changeling. It detached from his body and sped downward with incredible killing power. If Chill stood his ground, he'd be dead.
"Last chance, bastard! Shout your sins to the heavens and maybe a deity will jot it down before you die!" KP: 4/7 Used [SIG] Super Instinct to dodge [UA2] Precision Shot! One charge of Super Instinct remains. Used [VA3] Super Galick Spear! 66% Power for a damage potential of: 1,455,300 This technique has the PIERCING Variant. Barriers have halved effectiveness against this move! Intent: Maim
With the utmost ease and casualty, the Super Saiyan sliced his beam in half leaving it to cause naught but wanton destruction as it skewed off behind him. Despite his every instinct telling him to tremble, to run, to flee... knowing the wrath of the Super Saiyan, of this Super Saiyan, what he could do... Chill's resolve was unmoving. His feet did not move, and he stood prepared for the force of his enemy no matter how tremendous.
With eyes as cold and barren as the fields of the spinning rock they stood upon, Chill's foe gave a disinterested analytical glare as he remarked on Chill's status compared to the fleet's previous numero uno. Chill chuckled at the commentary. "Boreal was nothing more than an over inflated ego with delusions of grandeur and a half-cocked plan to change the world. He was a fool." Chill understood it clearly. The world - it was as stagnant as the windless glades of his home on Criss, cursed to spin in the same unchanged rotation of lies forever.
But that was something he could tell Vocado didn't understand. His words to Riis, of sins and a pondered thought on who might be worse of the two great warriors once this was over, they told all. They showed Chill that Vocado was so caught up in the world of black and white that he couldn't find the mottled grey area that most everything fell into anymore. That he believed his actions justified. "The world will never change, Vocado! Kalabas showed me that, when he turned savage like his father and tried to take Belle's life. When the age of Super Saiyans ushered in with it a violent fever, as people pile over themselves to stay alive underfoot of your kin. Your pursuit of justice is delusional! The world is cruel,"
With a contortion swift enough to bend light and break sound, Vocado threw forward his lance in the form of the deadliest spear to ever grace Chill's frame of reference. Exhaling, Chill closed his eyes and moved faster than he had ever moved in his life, sliding narrowly under the spear and appearing beside the Super Saiyan with a clenched fist thrown to meet his jaw. "and killing me will change nothing."
Chill uses his ARMOR to increase his defensive modifier to x13, using [SU1] Zanzoken to just dodge the Super Galick Spear by a mere 700 PL. (1455300 vs 1456000)
Belle’s PL: 20,000 Aura Erasure: Active (Reads as 100)
“But… that’s what I’m afraid of…”
Belle murmured softly under her breath. She didn’t want Chill or Mister Vocado to fight. She didn’t want this. She flinched when Mister Vocado repeated the word daughter, hearing the venom lacing his tone. He hated that. Hated Mister Lord Chill and everything he stood for. She could tell that much with just that much venom. This wasn’t going to end well. Again. Again, she would lose something.
Peeking out from behind Mister Prince Riis, Belle watched anxiously, holding her tail to her chest tightly. The two of them traded blows back and forth. Belle always felt her anxiety heighten whenever it was Mister Lord Chill on the receiving end. What could she do? What could she say? Would telling Mister Vocado that she didn’t want to go back to Vegeta help? She really doubted it. And she was scared that might make him start coming after her. B-but that would be better than him going after Mister Lord Chill, wouldn’t it…? Belle cast a worried glance up at Mister Prince Riis. He wasn’t strong enough to actually protect her if push came to shove. As Mister Vocado’s lance narrowed into the shape of a spear, Belle felt her chest tighten in fear. If she did nothing then…!
Memories flashed in her head, still raw and painful like a fresh wound. That blast that her uncle had sent her way. The one that had killed him. She couldn’t let that happen again!
“M-Mister Vocado! I don’t want to go back to Vegeta!”
Belle shouted with all her might, but it was too late. Thankfully, Mister Lord Chill moved aside with a speed she could hardly follow. He… he was okay. Belle felt a tiny wave of relief, which made her knees weak.
“I don’t… wanna go back… not ever…”
Mumbling under her breath, she shook with a strange combination of relief and terror. She’d said it. She’d said something similar to her uncle too. She meant it too. She didn’t wanna go back. There were too many bad memories. The world was cruel… just like Mister Lord Chill said. Really, really cruel. Too cruel. It wasn’t fair. Why did she have to have every happiness taken from her? Why couldn’t she just have her uncle and be left alone? Why… couldn’t she just be happy?
Riis peered down at Belle. This didn’t make any sense to him. This girl clearly had a soft spot in her heart for Lord Chill, while the arcosian was responsible for the death of her entire family? So that was the sin former king Vocado mentioned along with the ‘he’ he was asking about. So why did Belle still stay with Lord Chill? How could she love him like a father after he took xo much from her? The answer quickly became clear once he mentioned a Kalabas trying to kill the princess. Now it made sense. This poor child was broken, hailing from a broken home. The question was, is that true? Riis had no reason to doubt Chill, but Vocado wasn’t here for no reason. Then again he obviously had some manner of bias and rightfully so. That left a single person that would know the real truth.
Now the eldest royal son of Konats was many things. Good with children was not one of them. He actually had a small distaste for children. They were noisy, dependent, selfish little buggers. He spent his own childhood being doted upon and molded into the next King of Konats, which was far from ordinary for most kids. Yet Belle was different, timid and reserved. So what should he do? Should he take her away from here? Riis never flinched from violence as a child, but this girl was clearly terrified. But she knew what happened. Belle cried out, exclaiming how she never wanted to go back to Vegeta again. That was all the proof he needed.
“You’re obviously not going to believe him Vocado. That’s understandable, you two are enemies. But you should at least trust your own kind! She’s obviously distraught. If what you both say is true then it sounds as if she’s already lost one family before Chill even killed this Kalabas person. Are you honestly going to tear her from another one?! Let her stay with the last remaining person that makes her happy!” Maybe his little speech would fall on deaf ears, but this was what he could piece together with what little information he could gather. Worst case scenario he was dead wrong and Chill really was a monster that kidnapped a girl from her home. In this case, though, Riis would rather beg the former king for forgiveness than sit idly without doing anything. His words were the only weapon he had against a super saiyan anyhow. The most he could do after that was at least take the princess somewhere safe until the fight was over.
Chill avoided Vocado's attack with little grace, though it still got the job done. In an instant, Chill appeared beside Vocado, his body flickering back into view as he sent a fist right for the Super Saiyan's jaw. It connected with stunning precision, snapping the once-king's head to the side, though he only stumbled back a single step. With the fist still planted on his cheek, Vocado grabbed for Chill's wrist, and aimed to hoist the Changeling's entire body up and over his head, before tossing him back into the crater he'd formed with his first attack.
Before he could retort to any of the things Chill had said, the others piped up as well. Belle's words were surprising, but in a way they were exactly what Vocado expected. She didn't want to go back to Vegeta; she wanted to stay here, with Chill. He'd feared that she had love for the Lizard, which, when she all but revealed it, broke the Super Saiyan's heart.
"What?... This is..."
Turning to Belle in a moment of panic, tears welled at the edges of Vocado's eyes. His posture slouched in defeat. He'd entirely failed Kalabas. His worst fear was realized in that moment. Riis' words fell hollow in his ears. The clap of thunder miles away didn't even register in his mind.
"You're right, Chill..."
His body suddenly surged with energy as the Changeling's taunt echoed in his ear. Muscles bulged against skin, and another bolt of lightning cracked against the icy dirt some few hours away.
"Killing you wouldn't change a damn thing."
Vocado's energy peaked. It wasn't an immeasurable change, but the difference was enough to strike fear. He hadn't intended to use this form, but the fury had boiled over. He couldn't hold in his hate anymore. If Nashua could see him now, she'd puke.
"This was never about justice. It's just like you said; I'm a Saiyan. A vile, irredeemable pile of filth. I was born to bring ruin."
His body blurred, and suddenly he was in front of Chill.
"The world is cruel,"
He threw a punch, aiming to drive it through Chill's chest and grab his heart.
"and you're a fool if you think I'll let you have a happy ending."
KP: 1/7 Activated (x17/x13T) Ultra Super Saiyan! Current PL: 2,499,000/1,911,000 Used [MA3] Merciless Barrage! 100% of power for a damage potential of: 2,499,000! Intent: Kill
Last Edit: Jul 17, 2019 22:58:45 GMT -6 by Vocado: swapped song
His strike had landed, and the Super Saiyan's head snapped to the side under the force of the well-placed blow. Chill almost cocked a grin, but before he could react his wrist was clamped by the pressure of a grip known only in legends, and his body was sent flailing through the air toward the crater caused moments earlier. His face scraped against the pavement, his body bounced and bumped across the thick concrete chunks that littered the terrain as his form skidded to a halt at the base of the crater. Groaning audibly, he clinched his own neck as he stumbled to his feet and regained his balance. Blood trickled down his nose and he swiped it away, his ears numb from the sound of metropolitan construction grating against his skull seconds before. Closing his eyes and wading through the muffled sounds, he could make out the trembling voice of a distraught little girl. He could make out the protests in his favor, the defenses of a wise young Prince. He could make out the sound of thunder roaring in the skies above.
His eyes shot open.
Though he was not equipped to sense Ki on his own, and his scouter had just been crumble to dust against his own flesh in the past minute, Chill could feel the electricity in the air. He could feel the mugginess and the pressure present all around him. He could smell it. The strength. Chill needed more strength. Chill needed to overpower this brute force, to out-think it. He needed to do something! His little girl's happiness, her very life was at stake. With a single leap as his energy rose all around him, Chill landed on the ground at the edge of the crater and he heard the malice and the fury in Vocado's booming voice. His eyes met a fearsome sight, as the thunder above became more fierce and unwieldy. The terrifying might of the Super Saiyan was on display in full force, and never had it been any more terrifying.
Chill nearly threw up in his mouth. His body fought his every movement, as he took one step after the other, slowly, towards the swelling form of muscle and energy. Chill's eyes peaked to his side, catching the view of Riis and Belle nearby. He swallowed the oozaru-sized lump in his throat with great difficulty, and turned back to Vocado. "Vocado! You-" In an instant, the monstrous swolen mass of hulking might and golden hue displaced himself and appeared inches from Chill's face. His words echoed Chill's own, and before he could so much as curl his lips to quip in retaliation he felt the most intense pain he had ever known as a fist struck his chest and everything vanished in a haze of red and white.
He stumbled back.
His quivering hands reached up to his chest, finding a gaping whole in upper torso perfectly sized to match Vocado's hand. Had he been inches to the left, Chill would be dead. Dropping to one knee, blood heaved up from his stomach and lungs into the dust and snow at his feet. His vision blurred, and his body was becoming cold. He was dying.
"ᴮᵉˡˡᵉ," He rasped through his damaged windpipe, his eyes wandering back to his precious little girl. Had this been the feeling Kalabas had in his final moments? Unspeakable pain, unending cold, and a desperate need to feel the warm embrace of his child one last time. Chill's eyes welled with tears at the thought, as he reached a hand out to her and tried to step closer, no thought of the undeniably powerful being no less than three feet beside him, his legs buckling under his weight and his body hitting the snow blanketed pavement. He wouldn't make it to her in time. Chill felt nothing but cold, unforgiving sorrow at that premise. Nothing but worry and sadness and fear filled his mind, as the white ground around him began to pool with purple and blue.
His eyes closed, his hand stretched out towards her. His consciousness was fading, the black embrace of the end as growing near... and his last thoughts were of Belle cradling Kalabas. 'No!' Chill shouted to himself in the depths of his mind, as his energy sparked around his crippled form. His fist gripped, and his eyes shot wide as his body began to swell in a manner that matched to towering warrior beside him. "NO." Chill's voice burned with fury and passion, and he heaved himself up to his feet, the wound still gaping and flowing like a river. His body welled with energy, and he knew he could only hold this up long enough for last moment of triumph. He hoped to hell it was enough to put him down. He hoped to hell that Riis was smart enough to keep Belle away from the fight, to force her to run and get further than a safe distance. His hope rided on the burning red light that sparked at his finger tips.
"VOCADO!" He shouted, heaving deep half-formed breaths as his hulking form turned to face the saiyan, finger pointed like a gun toward him and glowing with crimson red. "I am Lord Chill, of Clans Cold and Frigid! Rightful heir to the Arcosian throne! Last son of the Cold empire! Executive Director of the World Trade Fleet!" His eyes looked to the jewel of arcose for but a moment again, his eyes once again welled with tears. "Proud father..." As the strained words left his bleeding lips, a small smile tweaked at the sides and he turned back to face his foe with more intensity than before. "If now must be my time," He reached with his other arm and held the gun-hand steady, his blurred stare now honed into a glare as sharp as a razor's edge. He aimed for Vocado's eye. BZZZZT.
"THEN I'M TAKING YOU WITH ME!!"
Chill uses his DURABILITY to reduce the MERCILESS BARRAGE TO 1,674,330 damage. Chill takes the hit, taking 125% damage! He is very gravely wounded. Chill uses [UT] Bulking setting his TRANS to x13/x10! Chill uses [SIG] Royal Precision, targeting VOCADO'S EYE for 1,936,480 damage, and 1 KP reduction if it hits!
Belle's PL: 20,000 Aura Erasure: Active (Reads as 100)
Belle watched as Mister Vocado turned to her, that cold feeling of dread sinking further into the pit of her stomach and spreading like a virus into her whole body. It hurt. The way he was looking at her. In that moment, she saw a bit of her uncle in him as he had been the moment before his death. It hurt so much. She didn’t want to hurt anymore. The dread was numbing, but a small flame of hope still flickered in her chest. Hope that maybe Mister Lord Chill would come out of this okay.
Hope that was swiftly snuffed out with a change in Mister Vocado’s aura.
Feeling a little odd, Belle looked at Mister Lord Chill. She saw him cast a glance her way. And then Mister Vocado put his fist through him. There was blood. So much blood. She couldn’t look away as that cold feeling worked its way through her, numbing her. He reached out to her. Belle pushed herself off her knees and took a stumbling step toward him before he fell onto the pavement. Not again.
Somehow, he rose again, but it wasn’t to run away with her. It wasn’t to leave and live and be happy. No, she knew why. Her outstretched hand fell to her side. He was going to leave her too. All alone. She wouldn’t have anyone. Adults were all so mean. So selfish. They didn’t think of anyone but themselves or their ideals. Why…? Why did everything and everyone she cared about get taken away? She didn’t understand why it had to happen. Was she cursed? Did she not deserve to be happy? Was she being punished for something?! What was it?! Well, if they were all going to be selfish, maybe she would be too.
Belle cast her eyes down, the light fading from them. It hurt. But she felt cold enough that it took the edge off the pain. She could keep moving. Just… just as long as she didn’t feel. She didn’t want to feel anything anymore. Feeling things just hurt too much. Yeah. Belle hugged herself and managed to look up, intent on seeing this through. However it ended.
This wasn’t a battle between two noble warriors. This was a struggle to the death between two desperate men. Both of them were absolutely heaving energy, throwing around power that shook Arcose to her core. Would Riis be losing his first off-world partner in royalty already? Between himself and this innocent and now defeated saiyan princess, he realized something. For years he had been playing the long and safe game. His words were falling on deaf ears, his proclamations of peace and family meant nothing to a malevolent god complex like Vocado. It was his inaction that led both himself and Belle to be left watching this brutality.
“Princess,” Riis placed a firm grip on Belle’s shoulder. “I don’t know who will win this. But I promised Lord Chill I would protect you and I can not do that here anymore.” These two were both unhinged. The last thing the prince wanted was for a rogue energy blast catching Belle or himself. Two powerful beings this desperate spelled danger for everyone around them be they friend or foe. “We need to leave now. I can take you somewhere safe. Then if…” he paused. Harsh tone and lack of childcare ability aside, Riis knew he should leave this child some hope. “When Lord Chill is finished he can come get you.” This wasn’t up for debate. Riis would move to pull the child along with him as softly as he could while still being forceful. Whether he was successful in leading Belle away or not, Riis would call back to the now severely injured Chill, “Lord Chill! I’ll see that the princess is kept safe.” He’d then give one last mutter, “See that you do too friend.”
Riis is attempting to leave WITH Belle in tow. If Belle does not leave the DE for whatever reason Riis will stay. No KP used to try and force this so really anyone can stop this.
With a sickening crunch, Vocado’s hand pushed through skin and bone. He couldn’t help but crack a smile. For a time, it seemed things might go well for once. Vocado’s power was great, and though Chill put up a fight, he was no match for the veritable storm that was the Super Saiyan form at its limit. This burgeoning strength was not without flaw, though, and as Vocado pulled his hand from the hole he’d punctured into his foe, he started to understand just how fatal that flaw was.
Arcosian’s were quite durable. A Super Saiyan Brute, however, was not.
Chill was still standing, blood pouring from his chest as he heaved out his last speech. Vocado took a few wary steps back, fear seizing his heart; far outstripping his instinct to rend and tear.
Despite suffering little damage, the Super Saiyan was reaching his limit all the same. As the crimson-red beam escaped the Changeling’s finger, Vocado’s mind raced. He couldn’t possibly move in time. What were his options?
Acting on instinct, the Saiyan brought his hand up to deflect it. Try as he might, the beam pierced right through the flesh, and straight toward its target. Vocado pulled back reflexively, allowing the thin beam to slide across his cheek, all the way up past his skull.
Though his foe hadn’t hit him directly, the damage was still staggering. The gash running up his face and past his right eye was painfully deep, and the massive hole in his hand didn’t help things either.
The Super Saiyan stumbled backwards from the force, landing on his back as if the wind were stolen from his lungs. Try as he might to stand, he could not. He might have been lucky enough to survive, but it seemed fate had crossed him in other ways. He could feel the power of the golden form fizzle out.
When he finally found his footing once more, his explosive aura was gone, and so too was the energy that came with it. His hair had faded to its usual coal-black, and the energy sword he’d summoned was missing. The damage he sustained felt even more real.
”Son of a bitch!...”
His heart pounded against his ribs. Was he about to die? He couldn’t stand up straight anymore, and moving his fingers was impossible. Panic set in as he squinted. Blood clouded half of his vision, and he tried feebly to wipe it away.
”How dare you... Calling yourself a father? A proud father?” He coughed, and blood splashed against the cracked roads. ”You stole her. Propped her up as a prize you won! That impressionable little girl thinks this is normal now. To be a trophy for some pompous monster.”
Suddenly, he remembered something. An important something to be sure. Hidden in his false tooth was salvation. He’d almost forgotten about it, since it’d been implanted so long ago. All he needed was a moment or two, and this battle would be over.
Vocado fell back onto the wall of a damaged building, groaning in pain as stone met skin.
”She has love for you. Real love, for the man that slaughtered her kin. The man that ended the life of someone far greater than either of us!!”
He tried so hard to clench his fist, but the effort was wasted. Would his hand heal up properly? Senzu beans were powerful little things, but the pill in his mouth was experimental technology. There was no guarantee he wasn’t about to lose use of yet another limb.
”Kalabas was a good man. He had honor, and you stole that before you murdered him! This damn form— it’s a curse that you forced on him, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?!”
A tear rolled down his cheek, and got stuck in the bloody wound he’d earned.
”Admit it to me. Before you expire. You forced him to awaken the legend, and now you vilify him for trying to stop his niece from falling into the hands of a deranged psychopath!”
The little one was being taken away, now. Riis was trying to shy her away from the horror, and for what? She was already broken. Doomed to bring ruin just like the rest of her people, only for a far more harrowing reason.
”She would have been happier if Kalabas killed her. Living through this damned existence, being subjected to your brainwashing? It’s torture in disguise.”
He wondered, briefly, if Chill would agree. Could he see now, in his final moments, that this was wrong? KP: 0/3 Took full damage from Royal Precision. Total taken: 101% (Roughly) 1 KP Drained! Ultra Super Saiyan deactivated! Current PL: 147,000
KINGS OF SIN | Ramen's PL: 2,496,000 (Base 156,000 - x16 Modifier) |
As Ramen came racing onto the scene, an aura of crimson red flaring around her with her energy brimming at its maximum, she couldn’t quite figure out what to think. On first glance, Vocado looked terrible. His opponent looked even worse. Somehow, the little Saiyan princess was still lingering on the scene, yet to be evacuated by any of the Trade Fleet -- and it was a Konatsian of all people moving to her aid. Though her first instinct was to race towards Chill and take over the fight for her wounded friend, she knew well enough not to step in when a Saiyan’s pride was on the line. If things got worse, she could always step in then. But she trusted Vocado to figure a way out of this even without her interference.
“Vocado!” she called as she planted both heels down to grind to a stop, skidding along the street and tearing debris up in a shower of dust and tiny, shattered rocks. Her impact alone was enough to add to the mass of property damage they’d already managed to commit here today. She gave him a smile, meant to be reassuring though it did turn out a little forced. Seeing him wounded wasn’t much to smile over. “I’ll let you finish the fight with this egomaniac--” she aimed a finger at Chill. “And I’ll watch your back… besides, we’ve got one more problem to deal with here.
She regarded Chill in passing, her instincts getting the better of her for a brief moment. Even in a crisis, she couldn’t help but be a little insufferable. As she spoke, she made a point to mimic the Arcosian’s voice. “Oh, happy birthday my dear princess! Here’s a party that’s all about --” she feigned choking on the words, before her expression turned into a sneer. “--Oh, who am I kidding. It’s all about me!”
Then, she pried her attention away from Chill, towards the Konatsian. She had some questions, and this fight had gone long enough. Especially given Vocado’s injuries. She launched herself forward suddenly, her energy swelling around her again. She wasn’t going to try to kill the poor soldier, but she was going to put quite a bit of force behind the blow. A tremendous force to someone at his level, probably. As she raced in close, she tried to swerve around to avoid coming in contact with the Saiyan girl. Trade Fleet or not, she had no intention of hurting a child. Instead, she aimed her kick directly for the Konatsian’s arm, aiming to just break it in one, clean strike.
Before he could even see the results of his actions, Chill's bravado fell into a quivering mess as he buckled down to one knee and desperately gasped for air into his lungs, blistered and open to the cold evening air after the brutality he had sustained. Gripping at his own face, he cradled it upward and stared through blurring vision as he watched the beam skirt through Vocado's hand and skim the sides of his skull. Were he in any better condition, this is about the time when Chill would take this opportunity to quip and laugh at the weak nature of his foe.
Chill could barely draw out a chuckle from his lungs, as he limped his way over with fist limply gripped, the swolen nature of his body slipping away as Chill's energy began to flicker and waver like a flame caught in a draft. Through half-deaf ears Chill listened to Vocado's fiery tongue spew meaningless words, criticising his self-titled fatherhood and damning him for leading Belle down some sickening path of self destruction by sharing that affection he held for her. Maybe Vocado was right... Chill could never know. He would never know, if the quickening pace of his ruptured heart was any indication.
"You... don't understand." He spoke in slow, husky tones. "Chard was... sick. Twisted, worse than you or I combined." Tears welled in his eyes for reasons he couldn't quite describe, and whatever reason Vocado had for jerking these tears from his form, his plan was working. "Were there any other way to save her from the painful death he would have delivered her... If I could have spared Kalabas the pain... If I could trade places,"
With genuine sincerity, Chill locked eyes with Vocado despite knowing neither of them could see straight anymore. "Kalabas would be standing here, now."
Chill spat blood to the ground, gripped the hole in his chest as tight as he could, and fell against the same wall as the Saiyan he was doomed to die beside. He barely noticed the arrival of the scarlet-haired warrior as she joined the fray, having probably dispatched or slaughtered Chill's elites in the palace. "It doesn't matter, now." Chill couldn't see well enough to know if Belle was away, if she was free, anymore. He just hoped that Riis could keep his promise, and see her safely away.
He reached a hand desperately towards the blur that was Vocado. "We can repay our debts to him together." With the energy he had left, Chill splashed a blast of explosive and deadly red from his finger at Vocado's form, aiming to bring an end to this deadly battle on both accounts.
Chill readies to drop Bulking next round. Chill fires [A1] Precision at Vocado for 480,480 damage, intent to KILL. Chill reverts to his x6P True Form!
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