Post by Vocado on Feb 27, 2020 17:02:44 GMT -6
Boom.
-Boom.-
BOOM!
The stone walkway shuddered suddenly, and an explosion touched the skyline. From far back in the line, a golden light erupted, and from it came a furious roar.
”RRRRRRRGGGGAAAAAAAH!”
Vocado pushed through the infinite crowd of souls one by one, punching and kicking and punting each little fluff ball as he raced toward the massive house at the end of the bridge. He wasn’t sure what happened, but what he did know was that this was not where he wanted to be.
The last thing he remembered was the encroaching death wash over him. Suddenly he drew breath, and found himself halfway through a line that never ended. For some reason was alive and well, or so it seemed. Hell, he was better than alive. He had his arm back, and his tail too! Had he been sent here as punishment? He wasn’t going to wait around to find out.
From the sidelines, a pair of blue-skinned men tackled him. Ogres, though Vocado did not know them as such. Three red men joined the dogpile as well, forcing the Super Saiyan to the ground.
He groaned, struggling under their weight, before his rage bubbled up. His muscles forced themselves out as his body bulked, and he threw the quintet off of him. They were flung in a myriad of directions, and Vocado furiously continued forged onward.
There. In the distance he could see someone. A hulking beast of a man. Deep red skin and an impeccably well-kept suit. He was important.
Round-house kicking another Ogre who’d snuck up on him, the Super Saiyan leaped up, and fired a blast from the doorway.
”I’LL ERASE YOUR BLOODLINE YOU CHERRY-APPLE BASTAAARD!”
-Boom.-
BOOM!
The stone walkway shuddered suddenly, and an explosion touched the skyline. From far back in the line, a golden light erupted, and from it came a furious roar.
”RRRRRRRGGGGAAAAAAAH!”
Vocado pushed through the infinite crowd of souls one by one, punching and kicking and punting each little fluff ball as he raced toward the massive house at the end of the bridge. He wasn’t sure what happened, but what he did know was that this was not where he wanted to be.
The last thing he remembered was the encroaching death wash over him. Suddenly he drew breath, and found himself halfway through a line that never ended. For some reason was alive and well, or so it seemed. Hell, he was better than alive. He had his arm back, and his tail too! Had he been sent here as punishment? He wasn’t going to wait around to find out.
From the sidelines, a pair of blue-skinned men tackled him. Ogres, though Vocado did not know them as such. Three red men joined the dogpile as well, forcing the Super Saiyan to the ground.
He groaned, struggling under their weight, before his rage bubbled up. His muscles forced themselves out as his body bulked, and he threw the quintet off of him. They were flung in a myriad of directions, and Vocado furiously continued forged onward.
There. In the distance he could see someone. A hulking beast of a man. Deep red skin and an impeccably well-kept suit. He was important.
Round-house kicking another Ogre who’d snuck up on him, the Super Saiyan leaped up, and fired a blast from the doorway.
”I’LL ERASE YOUR BLOODLINE YOU CHERRY-APPLE BASTAAARD!”
this stuff doesn’t matter much, but...
PL: 196,000
Ultra Super Saiyan (x17/x13T) Active! | PL: 3,332,000 / 2,548,000
KP: 4/7
Fired [SIG] Galick Pursuit with 100% Power!
3,332,000 headed toward King Yemma!
