The Yunzabit Heights. Last time he had been here, it was to train. To find a way to unlock the power of the Super Saiyan within Ochra safely, without harming anyone. All that resulted from it was a beatdown at the hands of his sparring partner, and no transformation. Granted, being tended to by an attractive saiyan afterwards wasn't something that Ochra was going to complain about. Though he could deal with less pain next time.
And next time, there wouldn't be. Ever since his transformation on Namek, Ochra had felt...free. Like there had been a massive weight lifted from his shoulders. Now that he could transform, and control himself as well, Ochra felt better than he had in a long time. He felt he could get back to life, without fear of harming anyone else.
It also helped with his training. Because now, he could really test out his full power. And that's what he was doing right now. Having transformed into a Super Saiyan, Ochra was putting his body through its paces. And he could now properly experience his power. He was moving faster, hitting harder, going farther, than he ever had before. His senses were so much sharper. He felt so much in control of himself now. This was a whole new level of combat Ochra had never expected to experience. He had thought the transformation would simply be a spike in power. But it was an experience all of its own. Thank goodness nobody had to die for him to achieve this form.
Thread PL: 100,000 It's been a while since she'd been here.
The icy windswept chunk of rock that made of Yunzabit Heights, a glorified 'island' to the north of the north. The Northern north, if you will. She hadn't come back since her spar with Ochra. Why would she? There were far better training grounds to use that were closer, bigger, and less damn cold. Well... that, and she still felt a prick of guilt upon viewing it again - the distant memory of a golden pillar of light slamming her training partner through tons of rock coming to the forefront of her mind as she landed. So why was she here again? ...No particular reason. Besides wanting to get away from people that is.
As she said, Yunzabit sort of sucked as a training ground and the only reason they went here last time was because Gizard still gave her a bad taste after Sensoa. Now? Well, her relationship with Sensoa was ever worse but at least she got over her distaste for the wastes. Amara sighed, the cold air tingling against her lungs as she stepped across the sharp, slick rocks near the coastal line of Yunzabit. She didn't expect to find anyone here. In fact, that was part of the point. Life had been too hectic lately, and Amara just wanted a damn break for once. Though, even without the exact capability to sense energy, the Saiyaness shivered.
Not from the cold, but from the pure power that had just washed over her, a fuzzy feeling pointing into a certain direction where, if you strained the ears, you could possibly hear the sounds of combat or training. Yet the aura was familiar, the sheer force having been felt once before. From where, though? And why was it here, at Yunzabit? A quick hop, step, and flight later saw her rapidly approach a golden-hair muscleclad man. Touching down, Amara blinked once. Then twice. Ochra? ...It had to be him, but, why was he here? "Hey." She said lamely, lips curling inward in slight embarrassment. "How's it going?"
Ochra paused after throwing another punch, the air almost rippling from the speed of it. He had grown a bit tired of training on his own before, but doing it now as a Super Saiyan, it was like starting over all over again. He felt there was so much he could do, so much to explore with this new power of his.
And then, he felt something, a power nearby. He could pick it up much more clearly than he could before. And more importantly, he recognized it. After all, it was a power he wouldn't forget any time soon. He was a little surprised that she was here, but it was a pleasant one. After all, she was someone Ochra liked.
Ochra slowly turned, his eyes falling on her, confirming her suspicions. Amara. He hadn't seen her since Namek, since she lost her tail. He still felt guilty that he couldn't stop that from happening, but at least she was alive and well. Plus, her power was quite impressive. Ochra wouldn't be surprised if she was close to becoming a Super Saiyan herself. "Amara," he said, his voice having a sense of warmth to it as he slowly turned to face her. Unlike before, he didn't appear to be a hulking mass of rage, like how he was when he first transformed. Now he was much more in control.
When she asked what he was doing here, he gave a small chuckle. "I came out here to train. To see what I could do with this new power of mine. I was a little worried, transforming again, at first. But, I think I've done it. I think I've gotten past the worst of it, and now have some degree of control over it." He gave a small, happy chuckle at that. He turned his attention back to her. "What about you? What brings you out here?"
"Yeah I can imagine..." She said, trailing off. "Guess all our efforts were for naught, huh?" Amara said neutrally, in a tone that presented neither resentment nor frustration. "I guess some things just... have certain ways of being done. And obviously, we weren't doing it right. I'm surprised, though. About your level of control that is. Last time I saw you in this state you were blinded by rage and, well, you know the rest." With no way to track his power, Amara could still hazard a guess that it had gone up since their last meeting. The same could be said for her, too, now that she actually thought about it a bit. "As for me..."
"Well. No particular reason." She said easily. "Just wanted to get away from it all for a bit, and even on Namek you'd be surprised at how hard something like that was. Between irate farmers and people from the battle randomly stumbling across me... yeesh." Ochra was one of the few people outside of the Stargoons she could tolerate at the moment, and with most of the goons dispersed, hanging around HQ would probably be more depressing than anything else. Oh. Speaking of which, she nearly forgot about her friend's 'opinion' on the group. And now that she was officially in it, there was a chance that their relationship might take a bumpy turn for the worse.
On a personal level she didn't think Ochra would be that petty, but years and years of paranoia and deceit thought otherwise. He'll hate you. They hissed, over and over. You know it to be true. If you lie and keep it a secret, he'll hate you even more. What now, then? She didn't exactly want to just randomly drop something like that out of fear for rejection... but the naysayer that was her mind had a point. "Ochra." She stated simply. "I have something rather important to tell you. And, I'll preface it by saying that I hope we can still be friends after..." While the words caught in her throat, Amara pushed past it - forcing them outward.
Ochra nodded. It seemed that their efforts to trigger the transformation earlier had been for nothing. "I'll be honest though. I'm kind of glad for that," Ochra replied, "I know what happened when I transformed, how I lost my mind and attacked everyone around me. If...if I had done that when it was just you..." He didn't want to think about it. All he knew was that it would involve Amara being thrown through mountains, and unlike the reality, she wouldn't have been getting back up. Ochra shook the terrible thought out of his mind. "Anyway, that doesn't matter. I think that initial transformation just, broke whatever block was keeping me from doing it before. It feels much easier to slip into the transformation, now, and without the rage to boot." Again, a good thing. Though it seemed he didn't have access to the same amount of raw power he had in his initial transformation. This was still a huge upgrade.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her comment about being unable to be alone. Oh, how he could relate to that. "I hear that. When I was on my little exile, trying to avoid everyone, you would not believe how many people kept stumbling upon me, whether it was to fight me, or just running into me. Granted, not all the encounters were unpleasant." He looked especially at Amara, "But still, I can understand wanting to be alone." He had half a mind to bring up her lost tail, but he figured it would be a sore spot for her. He knew how it was for him.
When Amara said she had to tell him something, Ochra's expression fell. There was something in her tone that brought some concern to him. "What's wrong Amara?" he asked, his tone soft, worried. Had something happened to her? Whatever it was, he would be there to help her. And then the bombshell got dropped.
Amara had joined the Stargoons.
A million things ran through Ochra's mind. Why was she joining the Stargoons. How could she join the stargoons? By all accounts, he should be angry. He should feel betrayed. He stared at Amara for a moment, trying to process all of this, wanting to think of some way to respond to it.
And then, oddly enough, some familiar words rang in his mind.
"Oh, come on. I'm not pure evil, I have my own reasons for joining the Star Goons that don't really have all that much to do with their 'commit evil for evil's sake' mantra. Like, I think only two of them actually do. This one guy I can't get a read on too much, then these other two girls are actual total sweeties. And I think one was technically just kidnapped?"
He knew in his heart that Amara wasn't evil, despite what she claimed. Slowly, Ochra let out a sigh. "Dammit," he muttered, more to himself than anything, "This means I have to actually be nice to them now, doesn't I?"
"That's your response?" For a moment, there was no discernible emotion attached to Amara's tone, confusion rapidly flickering back and forth across her face as she stood in the icy winds for a moment trying to process what exactly Ochra had just said. A soft laugh, born of stress left her mouth - bubbling outward. "I tell you this thinking it was liable to get me... I dunno, punted across the island, and that's what you say instead?" The mix of relief and incredulous surprise lacing her voice was evident now. "...Not like it would've changed my decision in the long run but... I'm glad you accepted it so easily. I get that you might not have the best history with them or some of the other members, but..." She trailed off.
"They're like family." Amara admitted. "People who care for and respect you in the face of your flaws and encourage you to be you. No more pretending to be a virtuous person, no expectations to 'uphold nice behavior'. We treat each other with respect because we want to. Not because society says we should. And I'll be damned if it isn't the most liberating thing I've ever experienced." She paused, shrugging. "Hell, I've gone on a tangent haven't I? I guess I'm just glad you didn't decide to go apeshit upon hearing this. I didn't want to ruin whatever kind of day you were having, but, I didn't want to keep something like this a secret from you."
"...And no, you don't have to 'be nice' to them." Amara rubbed her arm, looking away. "Restraining yourself from punching them in a neutral setting is dedication enough to make me more than happy."
Amara's relief over him not getting upset over her joining the Stargoons brought a small chuckle from the bounty hunter as well. "Amara, I know you. I know that, despite your flaws, you're a good person. I know you're not going to go around blowing up cities or kicking puppies simply for the hell of it. So don't worry, I'm not going to 'punt you across the island', unless you give me actual cause to." he gave a shrug, "And even then, I wouldn't enjoy it."
He listened quietly to her reasoning for joining them. A sense of family. Ochra could understand that. Sure, he had a good amount of beef with the Stargoons, but that was more with two of their members. Mumbo and Ashi. And since his transformation, Ochra found himself kind of mellowing out about the whole hatred thing. "Well, as long as they're treating you well, I can deal with it." Granted, he would STILL like to punch Ashi in her smug face, though he got the impression she would be the one more picking a fight with him than the other way round. Well, if she did, then that was all on her. But enough about the Konatsian, he was talking to Amara right now.
"I only promise to try," Ochra replied, [n]"Though if they challenge me, all bets are off."[/b] He gave a small sigh as the power of the Super Saiyan faded from him, his hair changing back to its usual black. He gave Amara a warm look, walking over to her and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, "But if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call."
"Right." A small creeping feeling of guilt pained her, Amara shifting in place for a moment. It was true that she wouldn't go out of the way to go around and cause mayhem or destruction, but if the job called for it when the Stargoons were under an employer? Well... she wouldn't say no. It wasn't like she would do it out of vitriol or for pleasure either. This new group was a place to just let loose. To be with other people you didn't have to pretend around, to be crass, blunt, belligerent. It was liberating, and if the cost of keeping that was the blood of a few Earthlings on her knuckles or the dust of smashed cement? That was a price she was willing to pay.
She nodded afterward in response to Ochra's offhanded comment. "Treating me better than my actual family ever did, that's for damn sure." Amara scowled slightly, reveling in memories that only served to make her angry. "I don't expect you to be best friends with them. Especially the certain one we're probably both thinking about." Ashi, the Konatsian. Amara liked her quite a bit. Ochra did not. She didn't know what the whole deal was between the two, but they were constantly at knife's edge away from each other's throats twenty-four seven. "What's the deal between you two anyway? Seems like its' something personal, so I mean don't answer if you don't want to."
"...How have you been since Namek? And I don't want just a bullshit 'I'm fine' from you either. Things changed and shit went down, and I know that even if you think you're O.K., chances are that you aren't. Hell, I'm being insistent because... I know for damn well I've changed a bit since that hellish fight in that field. Even now with this whole Super Saiyan thing and the rumors about it distorting the user's personality and emotions." Stupid Demon and her stupid plans to 'destroy peace' or whatever it was... hopefully she'd be burning in Hell soon so they wouldn't have to deal with her.
Ochra let out a small sigh. Yeah, it wasn't going to be easy to play nice with the stargoons, but for Amara's sake, he would do so. Though if they ended up hurting her, well, he was just going to straight up rip the group apart. He was pulled from his thoughts by her question as to why he and Ashi were constantly at eachother's throats. Wait, so she didn't tell her? Considering how Ashi had a tendency to go on and on about it, he figured she would have bragged to her about it. "Well, for starters," Ochra replied, bringing his artificial leg up and tapping it, giving her a general idea about how he lost his leg, "And she just wont stop bringing it up. I swear, it's like the woman's done nothing else with her life other than this." He crossed his arms and tilted his head, "Apart from that? Well, there's just something about her that makes me want to punch her, you know? Some sense of smugness you just want to smack out of her. Or that might just be me." Granted, his dislike from her had gone down to simply wanting to beat her, rather than outright murder her, so that was a plus.
And then the topic changed, going to how he was feeling after Namek. He wished he could simply say he was fine, but that wouldn't be the case. He gave a small sigh. "Well, on one hand, I'm not afraid of completely snapping and murdering everyone around me, so that's a plus," Ochra replied, looking down at his hand, "Though I must say, all this power...Before I only saw getting stronger as a means to help protect others. But feeling this power, just the rush it gives me...It takes a bit to keep it from going straight to my head, to simply chase after more blindly. I've heard of some saiyans going completely mad with power when they achieve this form. I can kind of understand why. It's less now controlling my anger, and more controlling the high it gives you."
He took a deep breath, "Other than that...I don't know. I mean, the Fleet's gone, the main enemy I've been fighting has been done away with, and now it seems like a hundred other things have popped up in its place. Things seemed, well, more simple back then, compared to now." He gave a small chuckle, "Well, a man's work is never done I suppose. I know this new power will be a big help. And at the same time, I don't want to think I can simply do anything because of it, you know?"
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