Post by Nashua on Jun 5, 2020 14:46:48 GMT -6
|NASHUA'S PL: 116,000|
|ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: None|
It was odd, being a spirit. You didn't get hungry. You didn't get sleepy. You didn't even really get hurt. Sometimes you could feel odd sensations that vaguely resembled pain or fatigue, but they were always fleeting. It was sort of like feeling all of your normal senses through a kind of thick fog, or at least that was the best way Nashua could think of to describe it. They were all there, but they were fuzzier, blurrier, more distant than they had been before. Most of the time she hardly even noticed the difference, but when she paid attention to it, the difference was impossible to ignore. She had to wonder, as she saw all of the other billions of departed souls around her go about their days, how many of them had forgotten what it was like to bask in the sun, or feel grass prickling the soles of their feet? There was... Some of that in the Afterlife, but it was different.
Nashua pondered the difference in her senses as she laid quietly in her bed, which was, admittedly, a whole lot softer and fluffier than the one she'd had in her ship. But there was something about the bed sores, the occasional back pain, and the creak of her mattress' springs that she missed about the real world. Up here, in 'luxurious Heaven', nothing was uncomfortable - Nashua was perfectly pampered, catered, and cared for. And she was even receiving special, hidden training from what basically amounted to a god. So, why did she still feel so... Hollow? She supposed part of it was that she just missed being alive. Missed her friends, her family, and even her enemies, a little bit. She supposed they'd all come to see her eventually, one way or another, but the waiting was what was really killing her.
And then there was the issue with all these Namekians. Nashua was shocked when she learned of the destruction of Namek from them. Who could have done such a horrible thing, was her first thought. But when she learned it was the accursed Star Goons, she scowled. The last she'd truly seen of those villains was on Namek over a year prior, and they'd been all but dissolved with Chamil's death. How they'd made such a sudden revival was beyond her - and the troubling part was when an incredibly powerful red haired Earthling had been spotted among their ranks. Nashua only knew one person who matched that description, but... It was impossible, right? Even if Ramen had been there, it would've been in the planet's defense. Nashua shook her head and sighed, hoping she could get back down there and figure all this out herself.
Well, surely they'd use the Dragon Balls to resurrect her, right? After all the things she'd done for the people of Earth, there was pretty much no way there wouldn't return the favor and bring her back from the great beyond. But it was hard to say just how long that would take. It could be as short as a few days, or weeks, but also as long as several months... Even a year. She hoped it wouldn't be that long, though. Nashua shifted around in her bed and shut her eyes with a sigh, as she resolved to force herself to get some sleep. Even if she no longer technically needed to sleep, there was something relaxing about drifting off for a while. She was not actually sure that it was even possible to go to sleep, truthfully, but after a few minutes of laying still with her eyes shut, Nashua slowly began to drift off out of consciousness...
And when she opened her eyes, she was somewhere strange. Nashua blinked a few times as she looked around, surrounded by darkness. Her first thought was one wondering where she was, and her second was wondering if she was dreaming. Well, nothing would be solved by standing still, so Nashua picked a random direction and began walking towards it, and while she instinctively reached up for her scouter to scan the area, she found that it was not currently on her face - the rest of her clothes were there, though: her full purple and blue Saiyan armor, tights and boots, along with her white cape flowing behind her. Even her tail swished back and forth behind her, occasionally brushing up against the long, brown hair that flowed down her back. So... Everything with her was fine, but the issue was where she was.
"Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing throughout the area. But nobody replied. What was this, some sort of spiritual test from King Kai? It certainly felt more real than most dreams. The sound of her footsteps along what seemed to be a stone path along the ground was all Nashua could hear, until finally, she heard someone. "Are you truly dense, or merely feigning ignorance?" Nashua recognized that voice. Her head whipped around, her yellow eyes widening as she saw... "Vocado!" she exclaimed in surprise, her face quickly contorting to anger. "You... You backstabber! To think I thought you were... Were..." she stammered out as her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips fell back into a snarl. Her vision of the man in front of her was hazy, as if he were some sort of strange apparition, but he was definitely real. Otherwise, how could she be seeing that smug, evil smirk of his?
"Were what?" he replied, extending his arms to the sides and cocking his head back, that same smug look still plastered across his face. "Salvageable? Ripe for redemption? What, you thought you could 'save' me?" He then began to laugh, that same wicked look in his eyes that he'd ha in Nashua's final moments on Earth. "Wake up, you daft monkey! You can't save anyone, not I, not yourself, not your precious Kingdom, and not even your own best friend!" "That's quite enough!" Nashua yelled back as she flared up her energy to go Super Saiyan. She was just going to have to teach him some manners herself! ...But noting happened. Nashua stood still with her muscles clenched for several moments, before she looked down in confusion. Her tail wasn't blonde when she swished it forward, so... She wasn't a Super Saiyan? Why couldn't she transform? "Why aren't I...?" she grumbled in frustration as she tried again.
And again. And again. Still nothing. Her frustration only grew as Vocado laughed his maniacal laugh again, and she glared up at him. "I'm still stronger than you, with or without Super Saiyan!" Nashua declared, bit Vocado simply shook his head, his unhinged eyes looking at her as if she were an ant beneath his boot, and the wicked grin between his lips refusing to leave. "Oh, I don't think so. After all... You're outnumbered." Nashua's brows furrowed. "What do you-" she started to say, but she let out a gasp as, suddenly, a beam ripped through her stomach from behind, faster than she could've reacted to, and more powerful than she could've hoped to block. "Gnh!" she grunted in pain as a hole in her stomach was once again torn, and she fell to her knees, clutching the wound. Who could have...? Nashua grit her teeth and turned her head to see who Vocado's ally could've been. Cress? Scallio? Maybe even Kalabas?
"You really are an idiot," the familiar voice said as it approached, and Nashua's eyes widened as she saw... "Ramen!" Nashua exclaimed. "Wh-What are you-" "What'd you expect?" Ramen said to her in a similar smug tone as Vocado. The redhead shook her head and walked towards Vocado, stopping at his side with her arms crossed in front of her, staring down with malice at the Saiyan on her knees. "It's like Vocado said, you couldn't 'save' any of us. Have you never realized your whole life has been nothing but a long series of failure? You failed and betrayed us on Namek, you failed to keep the Kingdom out of the hands of a pirate, you failed to keep Arcose under control, and you even failed to keep two of the people you cared most about from falling to the darkness. I destroyed Namek because of you - that planet's destruction is on your head as well."
Nashua shook her head and shut her eyes as Ramen spoke. She didn't want to listen to this, this... Nonsense! "Shut up!" she yelled out, but Vocado spoke back up. "I can't believe how utterly smitten with me you were," he gloated, stepping up towards her with that same sadistic look. Did this guy only have one facial expression? "'Oh, I must save Vocado! My one true love! He couldn't possibly be evil, he's possessed!'" he said in a mocking tone mimicking Nashua's. "Give me a break. I never felt a thing for you. That kiss I planted on you back on Namek? It was just because of your looks - that new haircut suits you so much better." "The hair was my idea. You looked so plain and pathetic with that old cut... Though, I guess that was more fitting for you." Ramen chimed in. Nashua scowled up at them, and as Vocado reached forward to gently stoke her cheek, she smacked his hand away.
"Don't touch me!" she yelled at him. "And don't even look at me!" The two stared down at her for a few moments in silence as she clutched her wounded stomach, until Vocado raised his arm, and pointed his finger down at her. "Don't worry," he said, "Once you're all gone, you won't have to live through your own failures anymore! You can finally rest easy, forever and ever, and just let the galaxy run itself without you - in fact, you and I both know, it's probably better off!" He cackled, and Nashua glared up at him, about to force herself to her feet - but Vocado quickly fired off a laser from his finger that burst through her chest and out her back. She was dead in just a few moments after that.
But then, she woke up. Nashua shot up in her bed, clutching her chest as she took in gasping breaths of air, the light of the real world a welcome sight for her. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, though, and she couldn't get that sick feeling out of her stomach. It was just a dream, though... Right? Nashua turned and kicked her legs off of her bed, slowly standing up as she walked over towards the mirror on her table and looked at herself. She looked... Fine, she supposed. There weren't any bags under her eyes, and the wounds she'd suffered in the dream were, obviously, not present. But... Something still troubled her.
The Saiyan took a few steps back, keeping her eyes locked on themselves in the mirror. After a few deep breaths, she clenched her muscles and focused her ki as tightly as she could, waiting for herself to blast right into Super Saiyan and see that bright blonde hair. ...But nothing happened. After a few moments, she relaxed and sighed. Okay, fine, try again. Again, her muscles clenched and her ki was focused... Only for her to stay exactly the same. What the heck was going on? Alright, calm down, try again. And again. And again. Once more. Try again. ...Nothing was happening. No matter how many times she tried, Nashua could not go Super Saiyan, and she only grew more frustrated with every attempt, tears of anger welling up in her eyes.
She glared up at herself in the mirror, and down at her armor. Armor for the Saiyan Kingdom... That very Kingdom she'd failed, and the very one that now fell to evil. How could her own Kingdom...? Nashua stared at herself in silence for several moments, until, suddenly, she violently ripped her own armor off over her head, throwing it aside and kicking her boots off afterwards. "Get... Off...!" she growled as she ripped every piece of the Kingdom she owned off of her, until she was left in her undershirt and shorts. Then there was that hair... That stupid hair that Vocado and Ramen had liked so much. In one quick motion, Nashua grabbed a fistful of it, and in one fell swoop, her other finger slashed across the fistful.
Giant clumps of hair fell to the ground, and Nashua took a few heavy breaths as she looked up at herself in the mirror. Well... Her hair was certainly shorter now. Her expression was blank as her slightly reddened eyes stared at themselves, but she couldn't see herself in the mirror. All she could see were her own failures. After a few moments, she turned away, leaving her pile of hair and clothes on the ground as she sat herself down on the couch, and stared up at the light bulb. It was annoyingly bright, so she raised a finger and blasted it, the room instantly going dark. Nashua picked up her remote and turned on the TV. And she turned her brain off as she slumped back into the couch, the images on the screen the only thing she felt like focusing on.