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Post by Tarch on Sept 6, 2019 15:21:18 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 150,000
Something had to be done. Something big. Something drastic. He couldn’t leave now no matter how much trouble his sister would cause without him. There were two people that needed his attention far more urgently than Kon. The question was how to keep them from just rushing home. Better question, how could Tarch help Belle without Chromo trying to eat her? First, he needed a reason to stay on Namek.
Taking the capsule containing his ship from his pocket, the half saiyan took a moment to scrutinize it in his hand. He didn’t understand the science behind it, but he could get it to work. You pushed a button, tossed the capsule and one puff of smoke later you get whatever is inside. The first step was to take the capsule out of the equation. While they were made with ki-user strength in mind, one as strong as Tarch would have no trouble breaking one. So he pressed his thumb down as hard as he could.
With no warning or countdown, his ship practically exploded into existence, toppling the boy to the ground. On the ground beside him lay a very broken capsule. Excellent. Now he couldn’t leave the planet on any other ship without leaving his own behind. Now all he had to do was break his ship. Tarch had no real experience with engineering past what he’d seen with the Saiyan Kingdom. He knew where to find the important parts and that was about it. He popped the panel on the back of his pod off to reveal… something. He had no idea what he was looking at. This looked nothing like the inside of his dad’s car. Better safe than sorry. Tarch lifted a finger and shot a small hole into the most important looking piece. Luckily it seemed that did enough to make the pod only float a few feet off ground and nothing more. He carefully resealed the panel, making the outside look as unscathed as possible.
Soon would come the hardest part. Lying. Tarch was a terrible liar. Not because he couldn’t put on a good act. He just hated doing it. He was going to have to though. If he wanted to help his new brother and sister he was going to have to do his best to keep them here at all costs. At least that he could save for the actual ‘launch.’ Now to call the two over.
“Here goes something.” He decided to reach out to Belle first. “Uh hey kiddo. I’m over by my pod. Why don’t you come over and we can really talk about what happened. I know you're really good at sensing energy too so just try to lock on to me.” That would be the easiest part. Now came the much more dangerous one.
“Hey Chromo. Listen, I’m sorry about earlier. I just want to make everything alright. I’m over by my pod outside the place we found our last ball. I invited Belle to come here too. I know you don’t like her but I promise you she’s not nearly as bad as she looks… You don’t have to talk to her, but please at least come here for me bud?”
Using [UT1] Telepathy to call Chromo and Belle SEPERATELY
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Post by Chromo on Sept 6, 2019 15:51:14 GMT -6
SIBLING RIVALRY
CHROMO'S PL: 1 (SUPPRESSED | 168k BASE)
Chromo's talons tapped away at his Baotendo Swap. The scratched screen had seen better days. The insect's claws tapped at the controllers- he was usually never one for a game of Zoan Junction. Why would he play a game about peacefully building a town when he could destroy people in Dragon Brawl Turbo?... Chromo mumbled to himself, flipping through the on-screen character's customization options, body still curled safely in his little space shuttle. The last thing he needed right now was to be even more angry, and thusly even more bad. Angry was bad. He'd only sat himself down for about ten minutes- finding his way back to the clearing was a difficult with his poor sense of direction. But now, he finally had the alone time he wanted. No wacko saiyans, no nagging siblings, and no noise but the rustle of leaves and Tarch's voice in his head... Wait, what was that last one again? Chromo jolted as soon as he processed the telepathy. 'I thought I told you that I needed space.' He responded back, frustration seeping through his voice despite his efforts to bottle it. It couldn't have been that long since the wish- It certainly hadn't been long enough for him to even try and calm himself down! Chromo found himself growling at the mere thought of the girl again. He could see himself attacking her as she'd scare him again, a claw severing her head to end the evil before it begun, Tarch's horror following suit. He could pretend like he didn't hear Tarch. Where did he say he was, again...? The clearing where he'd dug up the last Dragon Ball, Chromo reminded himself. The clearing close to where he parked the ship he was currently sitting in. He had thought he heard a faint crackle of ki earlier- maybe he wasn't hearing things after all. Cautiously, the beetle crept out of his pod, leaving some concerned Lessers chirping as he left. Lo and behold, he saw Tarch after prying back through the thick bushes surrounding the clearing. While his ship was obscured in the woods, he'd unfortunately poked his head out right into Tarch's field of view. He chirped in surprise, slinking his head back and gritting his teeth together. He couldn't stop one of his eyes from instinctively twitching from his bottled rage. "Nnnnnnope." He muttered through a growl, darting back into the bushes. Chromo's energy dropped like a rock in a subconscious attempt to better hide himself. Hastily, he skittered under his ship, ignoring the fact that Tarch could sense energy. If he couldn't see Tarch, Tarch couldn't see him, and neither could that awful friend of his!Chromo's [UT1] Sugarcoat suppresses his PL to 1.
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Post by Belle on Sept 6, 2019 16:15:57 GMT -6
Belle’s PL: 32,000
Aura Block: Set to 100
Her ship was parked a really long way away, but Belle wasn’t exactly in a rush anymore. When she had arrived and the skies had been dark, she had left Mister Riis without so much as a thank you. Maybe she should apologize if she saw him again. It was pretty rude. Though, she was a Saiyan, so what did she care if she was rude, right? Belle’s eyes narrowed slightly. A soft tap on her hand snapped her out of it. Belle looked down to see a concerned looking Daisy staring up at her. She gave Daisy a few soft pets on her weird wrinkly head. Well, Daisy was nothing but a head really. In return, Daisy nipped her finger. Not hard enough to draw blood, but it seemed like one of the only ways that the Saibanut knew how to express things to her. “There, there, Daisy… we’ll see him again soon.”Mister Lord Chill would be brought back when she made her wish and fixed everything. The thought didn’t fill Belle with hope, but she still smiled a soft, weak smile. Then, she would disappear and let Mister Lord Chill and Uncle Kalabas go about their lives. As if… oh, that was probably would she should wish for. Or, at least, how she should phrase it. A wish to have never been born. That would fix everything, and no one would have to hurt because of her ever again. No one would miss her either because she wouldn’t have been alive to miss. She guessed it didn’t matter how long it took. She wasn’t in a rush now. These thoughts milled around in her head as well as what she should play on her way to Earth. Maybe some space chess. Or she could play with Daisy. Maybe throw something around for her. Or she could go to Tarch’s pod and… wait. Belle stopped and glanced in the direction of Tarch’s aura. He wanted her to come see? To talk about what happened? She guessed she could. Lifting off, Belle floated towards his aura, landing quietly behind him when she finally spotted him. Walking up behind Tarch, Belle reached out slowly and tugged gently on his sleeve. “Tarch…?”Her hollow eyes looked up at him filled with not menace like before but utter defeat. She had Daisy tucked gently against her chest, who was eyeing Tarch warily. Belle knew that if she let the little Saibanut get too close, she would crouch down on whatever exposed part of Tarch there was. She was still wearing her parka from Arcose, but she didn’t feel very hot. She felt really cold still. “You wanted to talk about what happened?”
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Post by Tarch on Sept 6, 2019 21:27:04 GMT -6
Tarch winced. Was the wish really so recent? That one moment alone felt as if it stretched for an eternity for him. Surely it had been a good while since they summoned Porunga. Of course, seeing and hearing, or really just experiencing such a broken Belle aged the teen by a few years. But that wasn’t what was important. It could have been a month and Tarch would still at least try to respect his brother’s wish for alone time. As long as he didn’t run like Kon did. That didn’t stop Tarch from picking up on the bug’s energy. Chromo made the same mistake Tarch had done two years ago. When a power level as monstrous as his or Chromo’s disappears, it actually brought more attention to you. It was pure instinct that led Tarch to glance toward the bush he had just sensed him at. Best to pretend he wasn’t there though.
“Okay, you’re right. I just didn’t know how long you needed. You don’t have to come right away. When you’re ready you know where to find me. I’m not leaving you here.” He wanted to press harder. Really he wanted to scream at him. This bug was the very definition of a hypocrite right now. He claims he never wants to be alone but turns away anyone else that already is. He wants to blow up a city because his family died, but the minute someone else has the same crisis he just hisses and moans as if he was any better.
'If he really wanted to be good he would actually show some compassion for once.'
Tarch felt his hair rising up just as a little voice called out to him. Almost instantly his power level subsided when he turned to face Belle. Still, she looked hollow, almost dead. What torment he should have seen in her eyes. The horror he should sense from her. Instead, he felt nothing, not even her power level radiating off her. Belle was in there somewhere. He just had to get it out before he could let her leave. He didn’t care if she hated him for the rest of her life. As long as she returned to that sweet little girl he met not far from this very spot.
“Uh yeah.” Tarch knelt down to meet her empty gaze. “You told me you lost your family. But you didn’t say what happened.” He’d reach a hand to try and grasp her warmly by the shoulder. “I know it’s hard, but I need you to tell me everything.” There was always the possibility she would withhold this information. Whether it was out of distrust or repression, Belle could have any reason not to tell him her tragedy. Maybe he could put himself on the same level. “If it makes you feel better, I lost someone I loved too, to someone else I loved. It’s not easy but I need to know if I’m going to help you.” He wouldn’t go into the details about his mother’s death unless prompted, but at least she would know that she isn’t alone.
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Post by Chromo on Sept 6, 2019 22:47:18 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 1 (SUPPRESSED | 168k BASE)
Chromo closed his watering eyes and gripped his head- Tarch's last message had been received, but any future attempts would be blocked out by the overwhelmed beetle. He heard footsteps nearby, causing him to slink further in the darkness under his little spaceship. He felt his heart begin to hammer, his instincts screaming to fight or to take flight. He used what will he had left to fight the urges, though. He didn't want to be bad- he was trying so hard not to.
Slowly, Chromo peeked out of hiding- his concern getting the better of him. That girl scared him stiff. The thought of Tarch being around her made him worry. Maybe she was actually a zombie. That would explain why she seemed so dead! Or maybe she was under some mind control, like what Tanga did to that one muscular Saiyan that one time, and she was playing dumb and innocent to try and trick Tarch! Whatever it was, it was enough to cause the beetle to silently slink into the forest's bushes.
Chromo found himself a new vantage point in the trees. It was hard to see with the blue leaves that kept him hidden blocking his view, but the vague shape of a small girl in pinkish armor sent another wave of stress through Chromo. He remembered her cruel words and desires when they stood in front of Porunga- a haunting, almost amplified mirror of his past self. He hated the similarity, and he hated remembering.
...And then he heard the tail-end of Tarch's words. A gross mixture of guilt and intense, yet quiet terror flooded through his body like fire. The last thing he wanted to do right now was remember- not when he felt like he was about to explode at any second. Chromo hastily skittered further back into the trees, gripping his antennae. He didn't notice a thin strand of saliva on his jaw, taking on a hauntingly familiar green color.
It wasn't too late to turn tail and disappear into space. He could always leave, and never see Tarch or this girl again.
He couldn't move from his spot, no matter how much his mind tried to will his heart to.
He could leave for a bit again and try to calm himself, but then Tarch could get into trouble while he wasn't there to help. But if he stayed, what if his bottled rage released onto the two? Chromo remained silent and still, unsure of what to do. For now, he'd just listen.
[UT1] Sugarcoat continues suppresses Chromo's PL to 1.
Any future attempts to telepathically contact Chromo will more than likely be blocked out for awhile.
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Post by Belle on Sept 6, 2019 23:58:54 GMT -6
Belle's PL: 32,000
“No, it’s okay. I’ll tell you.” Belle plopped down on the ground and gently placed Daisy onto her lap. It didn’t hurt to recount anymore. It didn’t hurt to remember. Maybe it should have, but she didn’t want to feel anything anymore. Hurt too much to feel again. Seemed like Tarch had been through something too. She wondered if it had something to do with that new form of his. Where to start though… probably from the time Tarch had last seen her.
“After you and Uncle Kalabas and the others rescued me from Mister Lord Chill, my uncle, Mister Vocado, some others, and I went on a… space trip? Uncle Kala decided to go to Arcose to fight soon after we left Earth. While he was away, my father called me and told me that Uncle Kala had died and to come back home.”
Belle paused for a moment to pet Daisy.
“Father lied. Uncle was alive, but I believed him for some reason and went home. He was… disappointed that Uncle hadn’t managed to make me stronger. Hadn’t made me a weapon like he wanted, so he decided to use me to spy on the Fleet instead. Lie to them. For the good of the Empire…”
Belle reached out with her telepathy to aid the narrative with visuals. Ethereal images of her father and uncle drifted around them.
“Instead, I called Mister Lord Chill and asked him to come get me. He was nice to me, and I didn’t want to be on Vegeta anymore. He promised we would come and then… I think I passed out and got really sick. I was sick for a long time. After a while, Mister Lord Chill came for me, but so did Uncle…”
An ethereal Chill appeared filled with worry and fear as he had been on that day as well as a much more alive looking Belle held onto his hand.
“Father died by Mister Lord Chill’s hand… I think. I didn’t really care at the time...but Uncle was very upset…”
Shadows darkened the overwhelming sunshine as some of the horror and terror that Belle had felt then drifted like ghosts. Her uncle appeared wreathed in gold with the echo of terror.
“I asked him not to hurt Mister Lord Chill. It was my fault that he was even there, you see… But uncle cared more about the Empire… Cared more about… father. He used me.”
The ethereal Kalabas screamed his warcry for the Empire and sent a blast of ki at Belle. An ethereal Chill appeared to shield her just before the impact. Belle looked at Tarch with just a hint of hurt in her eyes. Even though it was easier not to feel, that betrayal still hurt.
“And then… I turned my back on uncle.”
An illusory Belle, broken and betrayed, turned from the battle as her uncle lost his anger. Lost that golden form and came to his senses. In that moment, a red beam shot through him. Belle didn’t say anything as the scene played out. Her rage. Her anger. Her sorrow. After a moment or two, it disappeared.
“I lost uncle then because I turned my back on him. Because I called Mister Lord Chill. After that Mister Lord Chill took me to Arcose and… adopted me? I made some friends over there… Mister Lord Chill even had a big birthday party for me… but… Mister Vocado crashed it.”
The ethereal figures appeared, playing out the scenes of carnage from her party. That red haired Saiyan’s interruption. Mister Vocado’s fight with Mister Lord Chill played out in a similar fashion. Mister Vocado in that horrible golden form that took everything from her. Mister Lord Chill’s final farewell. Belle stared at that in particular before it too faded away.
“I wanted to fix what I did, so I wanted to find the Dragon Balls. I thought if I couldn’t fix things then at least Mister Vocado should suffer… but I figured it out. What I should wish for. To have never been born. That would fix everything. Right…? Uncle and Mister Lord Chill wouldn’t have died…”
Aura Block sets her PL to 100.
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Post by Tarch on Sept 7, 2019 10:52:52 GMT -6
As the macabre story unfolded right before Tarch’s eyes the story would become all the more clear. He knew that Belle’s actual father was a horrible person for the time he tried to come see her on Vegeta. But this… Even Mr. Kalabas turned into a spiteful hate-fuelled bastard When he became a super saiyan. Then he turned on his niece. The one person who would love him unconditionally. It took everything in Tarch’s power to keep himself from turning into a super saiyan. His hair wafted in the breeze around him, his eyes shining teal green. Then there was Chill. The same man who stole her from that once unconditional love trying to save her. Finally, Vocado. Tarch had to wonder if what he did was the right thing. Belle loved Chill, but was it of her own volition by that point? He didn’t know what Stockholm syndrome was, but he knew what manipulation was. These two monsters were dead now though. Worst of all, Belle blamed herself.
“Belle,” Tarch spoke, his voice turning stern but caring. “That was the strongest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do.” Tears came to his eyes. The amount of pain this child should have felt at this very minute was just a small trace of hurt and betrayal. There was only one weak thing she did now. “Listen to me carefully kiddo. You didn’t turn your back on anybody you got that? The minute your uncle tried to kill you, was when HE turned his back on YOU. You told me he died because you were weak. But you know what? I think he was too weak to have someone as strong as you were as his family.” That was the problem though. She WAS strong. Now sensing her with her stunted emotions, it was obvious to the teen that she had thrown that strength away. “Maybe it’s just my human half. But I think having a strong heart is better than having a strong body. You had one of the strongest hearts I’d ever seen. If I’m gonna help you, you need to get strong again.” He’d give her arm a gentle squeeze. “Not here,” He’d then point a finger toward her chest, “in here.”
That was when he had an epiphany of his own. All of the physical training he went through to control his super saiyan form was all well and good. But now, Tarch realized what it meant for him to go super saiyan without animalistic rage. He needed a strong heart too. Now he had two reasons to be strong. One was standing right in front of him. The other, maybe even most important was hiding nearby. Tarch wanted to be strong for the people he loved.
He stood up, giving the child a teary-eyed smile as his eyes reverted to their normal icy blue. “Can you do that for me? It’s gonna be really hard and it’s going to hurt.” He then remembered about Oboe’s warning about being too good. Belle was not going to let herself be fixed that easily. “Scratch that kiddo. You ARE going to do it. I’m not giving you a choice. Whether you like it or not, you’re going to be just as strong as the day I met you. And I ain’t lettin you run anymore.”
‘Oh, dear Chime and Oboe I sound like my cousin,’
Tarch expected an entire whirlwind of cold emotionless resistance. That was fine. The more she resisted, the more she would have to fight. The question is, how would Chromo handle all this. Tarch knew he was somewhat nearby, but without being able to sense him he couldn’t know where. Heck, he could have run off as soon as Belle showed up for all he knew.
“I’m gonna need your help bud.” He would try to project, not knowing he was being completely shutout.
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Post by Chromo on Sept 12, 2019 12:50:13 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 1 (SUPPRESSED | 168k BASE)
Chromo saw light through the scattered leaves concealing his hiding spot. He heard bits and pieces of the girl's sob story- what scattered parts he did hear were nothing new to him. Her family being mean and betraying her trust, something about someone being mean and crashing a party, big whoop. He'd done it all before, surely he didn't need to hear the entire story. But he knew better than anyone that no tragic backstory would ever warrant what she wanted in return- suffering. It would only make things worse for everyone. Why did he need to keep reliving this same thing, over and over again? He was trying to move on, and the world didn't want to let him. If only she never showed up- If only they made the wish a minute earlier and left before she arrived.
Chromo tried to clamp his jaw shut with his claws, but couldn't stop a growl rumbling in his throat. Another drizzle of acid trickled down his teeth, this one larger than the last. It dripped from his fangs and out of the tree, melting through a leaf like a knife through butter. It landed with a sizzle not far away from the two saiyans, eating away at a small patch of grass before evaporating. The only time the Bio-Android had been seeping any amount of poison, he'd been diseased and blinded by anger. While the illness had faded with his new form, it was amplified by one thing alone back then- emotional stress.
Through his haze of emotions, he heard a bit of Tarch's speech- most of it was nothing new to him. What was new was a headache growing in his scalp- it was just enough of an itch for him to lower his subconscious wall blocking off Tarch's telepathy. '--N-no, no, not now...' Chromo's thoughts slipped. His internal dialogue wasn't in response to Tarch's words- if a startled waver in Chromo's ki was any indication, he didn't even know Tarch was using his telepathy until a moment after. 'Oh. U-Uh. Well- I-I--" He fearfully stammered in response, at a loss for what to say. He couldn't help if he tried.
But not even trying to help would make him bad, right? And being bad would mean Tarch wouldn't like him and never forgive him. Against his better judgement, Chromo pushed himself to his feet on his tree branch, wiping his jaws. '...O-okay.'
Chromo gripped onto one of the thinner branches that dipped beneath his weight. Cautiously, he paced forwards and out of the leaves that had kept him hidden before. While he'd briefly cleaned his teeth of any stray strands of poison, there was a faint green tinge in his pupils. "Alright," he muttered to Tarch, still defensively poised. "What do you want?" He didn't know what help Tarch needed. Still, his gaze would occasionally shift from Tarch to give Belle a fleeting glance, just to make sure she wasn't getting ready to stab the bug's friend behind his back...
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Post by Belle on Sept 14, 2019 14:16:38 GMT -6
When she finished her story, Belle wasn’t sure what to expect from Tarch. She had been pitied. She didn’t want any more of that. What he said was not what she was expecting. She was strong? But… but… that didn’t make any sense. He was crying now too? Why? What…? Confused, Belle tilted her head at Tarch. She was weak. That was why all of this had happened. The alternative - that the world was just a cruel place - she didn’t even want to consider. What Tarch said brought her back to that first day that she had landed on Namek and met Uncle Kalabas. How he had said she was strong then, and that they’d prove her father wrong.
Belle felt something welling up in her chest behind the barricade that she’d carefully constructed around her heart. It was Uncle Kalabas’s fault? She hadn’t done anything wrong? Then why did she lose everything? Why had she lost everything and everyone that had ever cared about her? She kept losing them. Letting them slip between her fingers like grains of sand. She didn’t want to feel that again. Never again!
Shaking her head when Tarch asked if she could do it, Belle fought back the strange feeling in her chest. She didn’t want to feel again. She didn’t want to hurt again. But she wasn’t going to be given the choice. Her hands shook as hot tears stung at her eyes. He wasn’t going to give up no matter what she said. No matter what she did. She couldn’t stop some of tangle of feeling. It escaped. It was a wild mix of deep hurt and pain, anger, frustration, grief, doubt, and other negative emotions. Belle clutched at her chest and looked down.
“I...I’m sorry…”
The words caught in her throat, but she managed to push them out. What happened with the wish… it came from a lot of things. How Vegeta had twisted her father and her uncle into zealots with no concern for others, stepping on them to advance. Using her. Using any advantage. The disregard. The patriotism. It was really that Belle never wanted to go back to Vegeta, much less see it again. She just wanted it to go away so that everyone would stop trying to take her back there. She hated it.
“The wish… I didn’t mean… to scare you…”
Belle jumped when the little bug thing walked out of the bushes. She dabbed away the tears in her eyes and firmly closed herself off again. She was a little confused. What did she want? Or maybe what Tarch wanted? She glanced from Tarch to the little bug, puzzled and a touch curious.
“Huh?”
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Post by Tarch on Sept 18, 2019 16:30:10 GMT -6
Oh, good Chromo showed up. Now what? Tarch was at a total loss. He didn’t want to force the kid into the situation with his brother. But he couldn’t leave her alone either. He couldn’t leave either of these two hurting children alone. One had just stopped hurting, and the other just started. What was some fourteen-year-old kid supposed to do? Honestly, he wanted to mentally flip out to Chromo. He wanted to get all of the frustration and fear he had out onto someone who could possibly understand. Still, honestly felt like the best way to go.
“I’m scared bud. I want to help her out… but I don’t want to lose you again. She used to be such a good kid. But her actual family tried to kill her. You know I can’t leave her like this. I’m not asking you to accept her. Heck, you don’t even have to like her. But this time I’m gonna ask you this because I’m a little scared. Whatever you do, don’t leave me alone with this. Please?”
Before anyone else could say anything, Tarch decided to continue his actual verbal conversation. What to do first? Introductions? Maybe an actual explanation about her insane wish? The poor hybrid really was stuck.
“Hey, so I think you two got off on the wrong foot. Chromo this is Belle. I actually met her the last time I was on Namek. Belle this is Chromo, my little brother. I know we don’t look alike but he’s actually part saiyan. The other parts are arcosian and… demon? I think.” Tarch turned to face the beetle with an inquisitive stare. It had been so long since he had to correct anyone on this, he actually forgot what he called him instead of a bug. “Demonic Monkey Lizard right?” He turned back to Belle smiling. “Yeah, that’s it. You want to see my sibling who looks like me that’s Kon. But she’s also a real jerk. I mean like… she tried to kill me and wants to kill my mom again. But I’m also a big dummy and think she can be plenty good too.” This was good right? Take someone worse than Belle and put her in a good light. Belle wasn’t even bad to begin with, just confused. Kon was convinced no one loved her and that she couldn’t love because of her saiyan side. Actually she would probably gt along with Belle too well. Scary thought.
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Post by Chromo on Sept 27, 2019 18:06:53 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 1 (SUPPRESSED | 168k BASE)
"Well, a planet blowing up is like a million times worse than blowing up a city. That's like a million cities." Chromo responded to Belle in a matter-of-fact, stern tone- though there was a somber tremble to it. He'd picked up the tail-end of her dialogue. By his logic, her wish would have somehow been worse than the whole West City escapade by a millionfold! "So. Yeah. Don't do that. Or else." He growled and narrowed his eyes, shaking his head to try and dismiss the faint green glow in his pupils. Part of him still wanted to give her a good slap just to show her who was the boss around here.
Still trying to brush off his headache, he'd turn his gaze to Tarch in response to his brother's telepathy, his ki filled with a mess of emotions. Being betrayed by family wasn't a new concept to Chromo. Fear, concern, anger, he wasn't sure what to feel anymore. '...I won't leave.' Chromo quickly responded, though he narrowed his eyes moments after. 'But if it turns out she's now super evil and playing you like a hecking FIDDLE, then I get to tell you that I told you so!!' Tarch might have been giving Belle the benefit of the doubt, but Chromo's eyes were peeled. His friend's kindness was astounding, but the very same forgiveness that gave Chromo a second chance could cause trouble to stir just as easily.
With Tarch's introduction, the beetle hummed to himself in thought. "Yeah, that." He chirped in pride as he was introduced as the demonic-monkey-lizard he was. "...Though technically I have a bit of Konatsian, Namekian, Heran, Hetap, Human, and..." He began to list everything off, trying to remember everything Tanga said she'd put into him. "...I forget the rest."
Though at the mention of Kon, Chromo found himself growling again- though not at Tarch or Belle. The mere thought of that sorry excuse of a sister made his blood boil. He'd give her a good smack if she was going to try to put bite to her bark, no sweat. He "defeated" a Super Saiyan, so he could beat a normal saiyan easy-peasy.
Still, Chromo remained on-edge, body stiff and tense. He was trying his hardest to keep his disdain to himself, to keep that nauseous feeling locked in his aching head and churning gut. He didn't want to give Tarch another thing to worry about, after all. For now, he remained still, giving each of the two a wary glance every few seconds.
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Post by Belle on Sept 30, 2019 10:39:51 GMT -6
“C-Chromo. It’s nice to meet you…” Belle murmured faintly in light of the introductions. Even Chromo had Saiyan blood in him. As well as Arcosian blood? Belle looked at him curiously, wondering what might have been if her Uncle and Mister Lord Chill had managed to get along then instead of… what happened. Belle didn’t have too long to linger on it when Tarch told her about his slightly homicidal sister. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one that had some questionable relatives. She wasn’t really sure how to feel about that. Maybe Tarch could forgive his sister for that, but Belle wasn’t sure about her own situation.
Of course, Chromo had his own take on the situation. One that actually made sense to Belle. She was bad. Her eyes fell to the ground. She guessed that the people on Vegeta probably wouldn’t have survived it suddenly popping out of existence. She hadn’t really thought that far ahead when she had made that wish out of anger. She figured that they would all just poof away somewhere safe? No. She hadn’t really cared what would happen to them.
“I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to blow it up or hurt anyone… I just wanted it gone… I just wanted them to know what it felt like to have your home… taken away...”
It was a flimsy defense. One that she mumbled. She was bad. That much was already established. She was a little curious to hear what all Chromo had in him. He seemed like he was made of a lot of different things. She wasn’t sure why he was a bug though. When Chromo started growing again, Belle flinched. She wasn’t sure why. It had only come up with the topic of Kon, so maybe it had to do with her. Belle shook her head and sniffled. What was it that she even wanted anyway? To fix things? To bring back her uncle and Mister Lord Chill? That wouldn’t really fix things. Wouldn’t change what any of them had done. More than anything she just wanted to go back to happier days. But that seemed impossible even with a wish.
“...sorry.”
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Post by Tarch on Sept 30, 2019 13:53:03 GMT -6
“I’ll bet another two hundred cans of hetap she isn’t.” he transmitted back, trying to lighten the mood. So far introductions seemed to be going well enough. The teen even learned something new about his brother. Tarch counted all of the races on his fingers. Did Chromo really have all that DNA inside him? The little bio-android was cooler than he thought. It sounded as though demon, saiyan, and arcosian were the primary ones though. Luckily that meant demonic-monkey-lizard was still the most accurate. Then it was Belle’s turn. She of course started by saying she didn’t want to hurt anyone.
Well, that was… good? Belle didn’t want to hurt anyone. If nothing else this sounded very familiar. IT should to the bio-andriod of the group as well. Two kids that were good at heart that just wanted the world to hurt as they did. Granted Chromo’s was on a smaller scale. But who was to say he would have stopped at West City. Maybe he’d come for South City next since that was Tarch’s original home. What mattered now though was that that was behind them. Hopefully, it could be behind Belle too.
“Sounds familiar,” Tarch chuckled weakly. “I know a few people who wanted the same thing.” He didn’t want to come out and say that Chromo was one of them. That was all up to him. He did want to make sure he knew that he didn’t hold that specifically against him. “But then they ended up being some of the coolest people I know. If they get past all that I’m sure you can too.” It certainly simplified the situation. In reality, there was much more to it than that. Really it wasn’t even destroying West City that would have angered Tarch. Maybe he was selfish, but it was murdering his mother that really hurt. “But you gotta promise you won't try to hurt anyone though. Kind of a big rule if you’re with me. Right bud?” He turned back to Chromo. Whenever mischief was on the table, injuring others was out for Tarch. He had affirmed this even before their falling out and transformations.
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CHROMO - THE BEST BUG
