Dusk was falling rapidly, covering the northern badlands in a blanket of orange and grey. The rocky expanse, normally vacant and void of intelligent life, was trembling violently. It shook with a ferocity that could only come from an unnatural source. Emanating from deep within, the cause of the quake was a single individual. A lone saiyan adorned in battle-scarred armor and enveloped in a wild aura of brilliant orange. His muscles bulged and his veins pulsed as the power flowed out of him. The ground beneath his feet was shattered and cracked, caved in from the weight of his ki.
"Aaaah!" the bloodcurdling scream carried itself across the wastes for miles. Sweat beat down from his forehead, only to quickly evaporate moments later. This wasn't enough, he was going to need more, far more. "Come on! he could feel it, the power, it was lying dormant and untapped within him. If he could just reach further inside and grab hold of it, even for a moment, he knew that he'd be able to pull it forward. "Come on Scallio!" he sunk further into the ground, dark clouds beginning to swirl in the sky above him.
"I can do this!" he gritted his teeth, and dug deeper than he ever had before. Then he felt it, a surge of power he'd never experienced before began to bubble up inside of him. "Yes." he reached for it, "Yes." lightning streaked across the sky and the wind grew heavy and violent. "Just...a little..." there was a flash and Scallio's aura flickered from orange to gold. "More!" his hair began to lighten, a faint shade of yellow replacing its black and red. Then, suddenly, just as he'd begun to near the apex, to surpass his limits and move to a new height.
It left him.
His aura vanished from existence and his knees buckled as he collapsed to the ground. Holding himself up on his hands and knees, Scallio's chest heaved up and down heavily. His entire body trembled with exhaustion and pain throbbed inside his muscles. "No!" he said, frustrated and panting angrily. Scallio slammed his fist against the ground, "No goddamnit, I was so close!" again his fist hit the ground.
"Why, why can't I reach it?!"
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“Reach what?” Okra asked as his feet touched the ground a few feet behind the kneeling figure.
He had been training nearby when he heard a loud scream. A lightning storm had suddenly appeared in the area right after. Curiously, there hadn’t been any rain, but the wind had been intense. He didn’t think Earth was known for such random weather patterns, so he was curious if the scream was somehow connected; as unlikely that may be.
It didn’t take him long to find the originator of the yell. Judging from the tail, it, or he, was a saiyan. Of course it would be one of his own kind out here in solitude. Either training away or blowing shit up in a fit of rage. It just seemed fitting. Why there were so many of them on Earth, Okra couldn’t say, although; a lot of the happenings in the galaxy seemed to revolve around the little blue dot. Probably because of the dragon balls if he had to wager a guess why.
The customary saiyan battle armor identified the man as either a soldier or mercenary. Although Okra leaned towards the latter due to its customized nature. The stylized armor fit the man well, especially when comparing it to Okra’s own generic saiyan armor. While Okra wasn’t one for flair, he personally wouldn’t mind wearing something a little better looking. His armor was awfully beat up anyway.
The soldier crossed his arms, idly kicking a rock away. He frowned and asked, “What are you doing all the way out here on your knees? I’m not sure what you are frustrated about, but slamming the ground like a child isn’t going to help you reach whatever it is you’re looking for,” it was likely rude of him to be so blunt with his words, especially since he had not context on the situation, but he really didn’t give a damn. This was no way for a saiyan to act. Throwing a tantrum wouldn't achieve anything worthwhile.
The sudden of the storm from early had already slipped from his thoughts. He was more focused on the situation in front of him.
His long journey of searching continues, Russé spent a considerable amount of time in the air, thinking hard about the bartender story about the super saiyan legend. The fantasy surrounding this myth didn't deter his belief of the whole thing to be very nonsensical but he cant say he wasn't intrigued. Especially now he was given a detailed description of what it could look like and that there are sightings of the form existing among the saiyan kingdom.
A scream caught his attention and the weather shifting into a lightning storm, the wind suddenly grew a lot more potent, volatile to its freaky enough for any sane person to check out the source of the phenomenon and Russe is no different. The Half-saiyan had to fly with extra exertion due to the wind resisting his opportunity to explore the unknown, he made it to the northern badlands, detecting strong levels of energy and finally his eyes caught sight of two saiyans with one of them being on their knees for some reason.
"So you're responsible for the weather having a shit-fest, who are you guys?" looking at the both of them for an answer.
"The legend of course." he answered bitterly, his head turned to face the newcomer as they touched down. "Super Saiyan." Scallio clarified aware that his initial answer had been vaguer than he'd intended it to be. "I'm sure you're aware of it." he nodded towards the man's tail, the telltale sign of Saiyan. "On my knees?" he questioned, only to quickly realize he was still kneeled over. "Oh, right." Scallio began to rise, his muscles straining and fighting against him as he tried. He succeeded but it was apparent that he hadn't done so without issue.
"I'm here training and attempting to push my body past its limits. It's the only way I'll be able to achieve it otherwise." his right hand tightened into a fist, "I'm so close too..." he muttered angrily.
Then the other arrived, brought there by the storm that Scallio's fluctuating power had caused. The mercenary's face scrunched together in slight irritation. He had been hoping to avoid attracting attention, hence why'd he'd chosen to do this out in the middle of nowhere. Apparently that had been asking for too much, especially on Earth of all places. The planet had done nothing but push him towards people since he'd docked on it. "I don't know what his name is," he pointed towards Okra with his tail, "but I'm Scallio." He'd left out the usual, 'leader of the Crimson Apes' part of his introduction. Lately, he just hadn't been feeling it and he didn't know why.
"You know what I'm doing out here, now it's your turn. What are the two of you doing out in the middle of nowhere?" he asked, his arms folding against his chest as he looked between the pair.
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Super saiyan? That would explain the storm. Had he come close then? The bitter tone indicated that he hadn’t achieved it. The saiyan seemed fatigued too, judging by how difficult it was for him to even stand.
Okra tilted his head to the side, his tail wrapping around his race. He quickly replied, “Of course I’ve heard of the Supah Saiyajin legend. Who hasn’t? Every child hears about it,” he paused for a moment, a curious look crossing his face, “You think you’re clo-”
Okra was interrupted by a voice coming from behind. The saiyan turned to the newcomer, noting his blue haired appearance. A hybrid? The thought crossed his mind rather quickly. It made sense to him considering the hair color and the tail. Okra was a little annoyed that he had been snuck up on yet again. He really needed to get a new scouter or learn how to sense ki.
Okra waited for the other saiyan to finish speaking, cringing slightly when he mentioned that Okra had yet to introduce himself. He had forgotten to hadn’t he, “Okra,” he nodded towards Scallio as the other saiyan pointed his tail at him. The saiyan elite had never heard of Scallio, so presumably he hadn’t been very important two years ago. Things changed quickly however; the six or so super saiyans running around were proof enough of that.
Before he replied to Scallio’s question, he glanced over at the blue haired man, “Scallio here caused the storm,” he pointed over to the saiyan, “As for me,” he turned his attention to Scallio, “I was training nearby when I heard your loud ass scream and saw the storm,” he said with a shrug.
“You spoke of the legend?” his expression changed to one of curiosity. He too wanted to know how to achieve it, “An ancestor of mine was a Supah Saiyajin. I’ve been told before that the transformation responds to a need, not a want. It’ll come whenever you need it most,” a frown flashed across his face, “Perhaps that’s why there are so many now… since the World Trade Fleet attacked, we seem to have experienced a resurgence in Supah Saiyajins.” “You say you are close to achieving the form? How do you know?”
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Scallio asked for the pair's intentions of disturbing whatever this guy was up to and the hybrid is happy to oblige, perhaps both of them can tell him more about this ridiculous super saiyan legend. His mind remained on guard due to feeling uncertain about these people, it is tough to know if he will get the information he wanted or he will be forced to fight them to fulfill some craving for a battle saiyans love to do, including himself.
"I'm Russé, I'm looking for saiyans who are members or associates of the Saiyan Kingdom to verify the existence of a super saiyan. A bartender told me the form was recently acquired by the higher-ups in the kingdom" his tail began to sway back and forth. green eyes stay locked on the two males before him. "I'm not sure how true that is, I find the folk tale really stupid as a concept, but I want to see the form for myself as people keep talking about it" giving Scallio a good enough answer to justify his presence and introduced himself as well.
The other saiyan Okra stated his reasons for his presence and appears to have some knowledge on the super saiyan lore, from what he can gather this Scallio guy is trying to reach the form with no success. "Supah..Saiya-jin?" tilting his head over the difference in pronunciation, is that how people pronounce the name? If so then why do most people say super saiyan? Either one of them is the correct spelling or it doesn't matter what you call it.
He learned the guy has an ancestor who can become a super saiyan and it's only triggered by a need and not a want, and it will come whenever a user needs it the most. Apparently more super saiyans appeared after the world trade fleet's attack, reaffirming the story told to him a while back. "You seem to know more about the saiyan legend and your power is really strong, can you become a super saiyan, errm supah saiya-jin, whatever you call it?" asking Okra.
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Scallio nodded at both men as they introduced themselves. Repeating their names inside his head as not to forget them. "Yeah, sorry about that." he said, apologizing for the sudden storm he'd caused. "Not like I had much control of it though." the mercenary shrugged his shoulders, "The effect Ki can have on the weather still baffles me if I'm being honest." and he'd been able to utilize it for years now.
His head tilted and an eyebrow arched with Okra's mention of his ancestor. Despite his obvious interest, however, Scallio's bitterness kept him from asking for more details. "Well aren't you lucky." he said with a sigh, his head returning to its resting position. "A need?" he questioned, "I suppose that matches with what others I have told me, at least somewhat anyway." Scallio pinched at the bridge of his nose and he let out another sigh.
"It's all so annoying." he muttered in mild irritation, "And fucking frustrating too." both in how unclear it was to actually achieve the transformation and in how close but so far away it seemed to be for him. "How do I know? he motioned at the deep crater and cracks he'd left in the ground. "You saw that storm too, something like that doesn't just happen with regular power." that was at least what he'd learned from personal experience anyway.
"There's more but I don't really know how to explain it." he wasn't even sure if he wanted to. He'd meant for this whole thing to be a personal journey after all. Scallio's attention shifted to Russe, the hybrid's explanation for being present was a curious one. Hearing about the legendary super saiyan through a bartender wasn't a typical occurrence. While Scallio couldn't turn into a super saiyan himself yet he could help Russe with part of his quest.
"You're in luck then Russe. It's not exactly something I like to flaunt but I'm well connected with the Saiyan Kingdom. I could introduce you to one of my contacts, but not for free."