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Post by Cress on Aug 16, 2019 15:42:55 GMT -6
PL: 72,000
Cress sighed, back on plain old boring Namek again. He hoped for something eventful to happen while he was here, otherwise it'd be back to Earth for him. He'd recently left for Arcose but he didn't stick around there for too long, choosing to come back due to his ice phobia. He shivered just thinking about it- he didn't want to imagine being frozen in ice again. Now he had to think, where would he be headed today? He was already flying around the Outer Plait, maybe he could visit the outpost- not knowing that it was abandoned. He quickly settled on it, wanting to see if anyone was there. With that in mind, he set off full speed in its direction...
...Not too long after he'd set his destination in his head, the outpost slowly came into sight. The closer he grew the more he could see. It looked like it was abandoned, when did that happen? It didn't look like it'd been attacked or anything, but there were big craters around here. Probably some of his comrades training. He touched down in the center of the camp, taking a look around. It was in a state of disrepair, and it looked like the namekian wildlife would reclaim it very soon.
So that brought up the question, was there another outpost or was there no large gathering place for Kingdom soldiers on Namek?
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Post by Vocado on Aug 18, 2019 17:22:07 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 147,000
Not far from Cress came the telltale sound of a space pod screeching into the atmosphere. Flames licked the sides as the ship whistled through the air, crashing on the far side of the camp in a matter of seconds. Dust and rubble kicked into the air, falling back down like black rain. With a hiss, the pod door opened, and from it the blurred form of a humanoid shot skyward. Their battle point was high, and if Cress could sense Ki they surely felt quite familiar. They landed on a ridge nearby, energy orb forming in their hand as they looked down toward the only other soul in the area. For a moment, they seemed intent on a fight. ”What’s a lost soul doing in a place like this? Digging for scraps, or maybe you’re looking for the closest entrance to Hell?” Vocado certainly looked different from the last time he’d encountered Cress. A large gash covered one of his eyes, and his arm was replaced by a metallic prosthetic. His intense demeanor from earlier faded, as he squinted down toward Cress, and sighed. ”Oh. It’s just you.”Leaping from the ridge, Vocado landed across from Cress, fiddling with his Scouter as he did. ”What the hell happened to you? I haven’t seen you since before we reclaimed Vegeta. You get killed or something?”All things considered, he didn’t much care for Cress’ life story, but if he could get him onboard for stealing some wishes, it’d certainly make the effort a little easier. |
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Post by Cress on Aug 18, 2019 22:46:36 GMT -6
Just as he exited one of the many empty tents littering the abandoned camp, he heard an all too familiar sound coming from the sky. His head snapped in its direction almost immediately. "A spacepod..." he muttered, eyes following it until it crashed. The question was this a friend or a foe? He had to be ready to fight for his life it depended on it. He readied himself, hopping onto the stone wall that was in a state of disrepair. After a short time passed, he looked up to see a figure looking down at him. Upon a closer look it appeared as if it were a saiyan, but he looked like he was ready to brawl. Cress took his battle stance.
The man questioned him, which would get him a quick but witty remark from Cress. "Guide me to the entrance so I can kindly blast you into it." He says with a wide grin. Within seconds the mans demeanor changed to a somewhat more comfortable one, did he know him? Cress sniffed a little bit before recognizing the mans familiar scent. "Vocado." he said, acknowledging him as he leapt down from the ridge.
"I may as well have been dead. I probably nearly was too. I got frozen in ice on Earth after a battle with an Arcosian..." he stated, taking a short pause before continuing. "Seen a cyborg arcosian carrying two swords running around anywhere? I'd like to turn him into scrap metal for setting me back."
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Post by Vocado on Aug 20, 2019 3:24:29 GMT -6
"Tch. If I'd run into a freak like that I'd have remembered it. I'll certainly keep it in mind, though."
So Cress had been out of commission, then. For quite a while, too. His battle point had hardly moved since they'd last met, if memory served that is. Would he be worth the trouble of recruiting? He supposed it didn't hurt to try. After all, the man was a brute. Having him on the opposite end of the battlefield would be trouble, even if he only had access to the Oozaru state.
A click came from his scouter, and one shortly after from the wrist of his prosthetic. Finally, his tech synchronized. If ever he lost the scouter, he could at least use some of its functions through the interface hidden within the arm. If he had to guess, he could probably remotely control the arm if it got severed, so long as his scouter hadn't been destroyed. The wonders of technology were vast.
"So you get frozen in ice, and your first instinct was to run back to Namek? Didn't hear the news about Vegeta, then? We took it back ages ago at this point. Shouldn't you be celebrating, or are you looking for something else to war about?"
Vocado moved about the camp, scavenging for supplies as they talked. He was hoping for something specific in the rubble, but with his luck the tech was already gone. If only he'd kept the damn radar instead of handing it back to Xana.
"I suppose you didn't get the satisfaction of the win. Need to sink your teeth into a real battle before you can rest your head on this war, right? Well, if that's what you're looking for, then perhaps both of us will find closure sooner rather than later."
He held his tongue any further. Cress needed to bite if he wanted this to go anywhere. Playing his whole hand the moment the conversation started would end poorly.
In his search, he found a broken box. Though mostly pilfered, there were still a few rations and things squirreled away. Grabbing himself a stick of jerky, he offered one to Cress, alongside a far-too-warm can of soda. Whether or not the Saiyan accepted, Vocado would find himself a seat on one of the upended benches, and sigh heavily. Why did this suddenly seem so familiar?
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Post by Cress on Aug 20, 2019 12:13:51 GMT -6
Sadly Vocado had no information the cyborg he described. He clenched his fist. Damn, what if he was killed? Had someone already beaten him to it during the time he was frozen? He’d just have to ask around more. Maybe Namek wasn’t the place. The cyborg was not a priority though, getting stronger was.
Moving on, Vocado questioned why he was here given past events. An easily answerable question. “No. I stayed on Earth for a while but I got little action there. I thought the same would apply to Vegeta. I came here thinking there would be plenty of action and opportunities to get stronger since there are dragon balls here that can be taken without much resistance by the locals. It has been a while, though... maybe some things have changed... So far it’s been pretty peaceful here.” From there he stopped talking, giving Vocado a chance to talk again. He followed him around the camp, checking out his arm while he looked around. Where did he get that from? It looked awesome. In due time Vocado continued their conversation.
“Yeah. For me this war is far from over. The fleet doesn’t look like it’s been beat up enough yet. Arcose looks like it’s reletively unchanged... I was there a couple of days ago. But what do you have in mind? I’m itching to start something, but I don’t have the power alone to do it.” He said, pausing before remembering something he had on his mind for a while.
“I have two questions for you, though. First, how’d you get the arm? It looks sick. Second, are you a super saiyan?” He had yet to see one in person and wanted to see the transformation up close.
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Post by Vocado on Aug 25, 2019 15:19:18 GMT -6
As he suspected, Cress was easy to hook. He was a scrapper in every essence of the word. If anyone would help him with his plan, it’d be him. Before he explained though, the Saiyan grunt revealed he had a few questions of his own to pose. Vocado chuckled in response.
And suddenly, his body was bathed in golden energy.
It took less than a second for his energy to skyrocket, and his hair to snap to a sharp and brilliant gold. He rolled his shoulder, nodding his head toward the new prosthetic Cress had mentioned.
”I stole it from an old facility on Earth. Want me make room for you to get one of your own? It’d only take a second.”
Vocado smirked, and slipped into a battle stance.
”Since I’m all dolled up, why don’t you let me see how far behind you are? I need to know you can keep up before I let you in on the plan, after all.”
Super Saiyan (x15T) Active!
Current PL: 2,205,000!
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Post by Cress on Aug 25, 2019 18:52:48 GMT -6
Vocado chuckled in response to his question and his eyes widened, was he about to do it? Transform into a super saiyan right before his eyes? His assumptions were confirmed to be true when a yellow energy flared up around Vocado before his hair turned gold. His mouth hung open as he looked in awe, he could feel the power coming off of him although he had no way to sense energy. He was left speechless, but something he did know is that he wanted that- and he'd have it. Then he moved to his first question, the one involving why he had that arm. What he didn't ask was why he didn't have an actual question, but at this point he figured it'd be best not to ask. Don't question the super saiyan- but he did inform him of where he got it from. An old facility on Earth huh? Neat.
"I don't doubt you but I'd like to keep my arm.", he repsonded.
He was sure Vocado could lop off his arm in the blink of an eye with little effort. Then he slipped into a battle stance. Did he really plan on fighting him? He was sure their power levels were in two different leagues! Vocado wanted to see how far behind he was before he let him in on the plan. Well shit, looks like he'd be bruised the next morning. "Alright, but hold on real quick.", he says before pressing the button on the controller at his side, summoning his pod and ordering it to produce blutz waves.
Moments after that and he grew still for a couple of seconds before his size skyrocketed and nearly all of his body was covered in hair, and yet his power still paled in comparison to the super saiyan. Well at least he'd get to see how strong Vocado was. This time Cress wouldn't roar, but would simply give Vocado the go ahead at the end of his transformation. "Alright, I'm ready!", he boomed.
Oozaru Activated PL: 360,000
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Post by Vocado on Aug 28, 2019 16:13:31 GMT -6
It’d been a while since he’d seen an Oozaru. Large and intimidating as he was, the Ki flowing from him seemed so minuscule. Was this really the best the ape form could accomplish? In hindsight it felt so weak. It was no wonder the Changelings overtook them.
Nodding at Cress, Vocado didn’t take long to start the battle. Kicking off the ground, the Super Saiyan flipped through the air, aiming a killer elbow for the ape’s jaw. If the strike landed cleanly, Cress would most likely find himself floored.
short and sweet fightin post
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Post by Cress on Aug 29, 2019 17:32:27 GMT -6
While Cress may have been ready, he was still not very confident in the face of a super saiyan. Just by looking at him he could tell Vocado was out of his league, even if he was a giant towering ape with tightly packed muscles the size of cars and skin harder than iron. Suddenly Vocado kicked off the ground, catching Cress by surprise. He didn't even process the movement until he was punched in the jaw. The attack was so strong that it caused him to loose his footing and knocked him over. A loud thud would sound as he hit the ground. The saiyan groaned as his jaw ached in pain.
"Holy shit, Vocado! I didn't even have time to process that you moved.", he said, getting back on his feet while rubbing his jaw. "You are the strongest person I've ever seen. I haven't been hit that hard that easily in... actually scratch that- I've never been hit that hard that easily. You got a number estimate on your power level as a super saiyan?", he asked. |
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Post by Vocado on Sept 5, 2019 13:50:38 GMT -6
Vocado watched in surprise as Cress fell onto his back, heaps of praise escaping him as he stumbled back to his feet. Was the gap really that large? Was the Oozaru really that woefully obsolete? Sure the Super Saiyan was the stuff of legends, but this almost felt like a joke. To think this massive fur-ridden form was intimidating to anyone almost seemed comical now.
”Somewhere over two million, I believe. You’ll reach this level soon enough...”
He cocked his head to the side, looking Cress over as he pondered. He was certainly a bit behind the curve, but with enough work— enough trauma. Perhaps he’d be forced into the form.
”Take a swing. I wanna see how it feels.”
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Post by Cress on Sept 7, 2019 12:32:46 GMT -6
"Two million?!", Cress responded in shock. His expression hinted at it too, although it was hard to make any sort of expression that didn't look filled with rage while transformed. "If my math and memory is correct...", Cress said as he looked to his fingers. After balling his fist and putting a few up he finished his statement, although his fingers didn't help much. "I'm at three-hundred and sixty thousand in this form. That makes you somewhere between five and six times stronger than me. That's amazing.", he finished.
Cress loosened his arms up a bit as Vocado asked for him to take a swing. A simple request. Cress drew his fist back, and putting as much muscle as he could into it, launched his fist at him. Cress expected Vocado to catch it with ease and not be even slightly bothered by it. Whatever the case was, he'd make a comment relating to Vocado's previous comment. "It won't be too long before I become a super saiyan myself. I'm sure I can become one in about a month if gravity training does its job. Do you know how strong you were when you managed to transform?", he curiously asked. He certainly wouldn't stop at the base requirement, though. He was sure Vocado had long since passed the minimum requirement and had become way stronger since then.
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