Thread Power Level: 200,000 The meeting with Nashua... Happened. Vocado still had to process just exactly how he felt, and his return trip to the pits wasn't for a good while. Since he was successful in sneaking into heaven, he thought it prudent to enjoy their amenities while he had the time. In the infinite time he was afforded in death, luxuries he might have scoffed at while alive seemed that little more enticing.
in one of many courtyards littered about the grand restaurants that themselves dotted heaven's landscape, Vocado chowed down on what was known as a Hot Dog. Smothered in sauces and toppings, the Saiyan couldn't help but lose himself in the moment. It was a simple pleasure, but a welcome one.
With one last bite, he swallowed the remnants of his delightful treat, and sighed. He'd gotten mustard all over his pristine white Gi! He'd worn it specifically to blend in with heaven's residents, and now it was tainted. How very disappointing.
Turning on his heel, he walked his way back to the restaurant to grab some napkins... And maybe another hot dog for the road... Or three.
Typha walked around the upper world sighing as he did. He had really not gotten a lot of training done. He had mastered the Kaioken and improved his sword skills but he had not been back to King Kais. He knew there was still something to learn but he didn't feel very worthy to learn it. Maybe the boring life of the Afterlife had gotten to him. He felt like he was walking in one long circle. Doing the same thing each day to the same result. What was he supposed to do to change that? Typha decided the best thing to do was to get some food. He knew there was a new hotdog stand that just opened up. Maybe there was some good for him to eat there. Yet, as he walked he noticed someone standing out like a sore thumb. A Saiyan warrior that he had sworn he had seen before. Typha felt the ki from these men and it was massive. <200,000> and if he was a saiyan he must have still been in his base form. Typha decided to walk over to see who it was. When he walked over he saw Vocado. "Vocado?" Typha said suprised as he glanced at the man. "Cress did mention he had allies don't tell me you worked with that scum?" Typha narrowed his eyes at him.
Walking away from the restaurant, food in tow, he was shocked to find Typha of all people roaming the courtyard. What a pity; if he hadn't run into this dope, he'd surely have had plenty of time to finish his seconds, thirds, fourths and possibly even fifth helping of delicious processed meats before the plane left. He supposed he could always wait for the next flight, but where was the fun in waiting?
"Tch. Another worthless-- buddy!"
He switched on the friendly act a tad too late. His sour expression turned cheery, and his voice tinged itself with a youthful, adventurous tone, but he was sure the jig was up already. Sighing, he tossed the half-eaten dog from his hand into the bin some few yards behind him, and placed the now-free hand on his hip. He laced his next words with sarcasm. "Guess you caught dear-old me. Want a medal, or will my sincerest apologies be enough to warm your cold, dead heart?"
Vocado feigned puppy-dog eyes, and presented his wrists to be cuffed, though only for a moment. A dullard like Typha might be stupid enough to produce manacles at the sight of surrender.
"Yes, we did work together, though I'd reckon it was a seventy-thirty split in my favor, what with his tactics being a little... Unrefined." The Saiyan chuckled behind a fist. "Seems Yemma didn't much mind, though."
In Vocado's other hand was a small paper bag. From inside, he produced a wrapped-up hot dog, and tossed it to Typha. Whether or not he caught it didn't much matter, he supposed. "Any particular reason you singled me out, or did you just want to win your game of Find The Bastard?"
Typha snorted when Vocado spoke. Seems he could not decide how he was going to act. "Don't have to be so kind to me now. I can handle a bit of bad word given to me." Typha smirked as he walked over. When Vocado asked if he wanted a medal for finding him or an apology he grunted, "You really seem to think I couldn't send you back down to hell if I didn't want too? Did you not learn to sense ki." Typha asked before shaking his head. "Not that it matters. No, I don't want anything." Guess dying gave this one more edge or maybe he had it before he died. He had never seen Vocado in action when he started his earth rampage. He was trying to help the rest of the universe, he could not just focus on Earth. Plus Earth had a lot of strong defenders and in the end, it seems that was enough.
As for his question about Cress, he answered claiming he was more the brains of the operations. "Tell me about it." Typha shook his head. "Your little ally went on after your demise to cause a bit of trouble. He got the stargoons on his side. Though not sure now, considering all he did was bitch and moan to them. I almost killed him myself. Would of if he didn't have the stargoons covering him. Eventually, I died. To him I assume. Though it was a hard-fought fight. No shame dying when your fighting 5 on 1." Typha glanced at his hand. Was it more than five? He had already lost count. Then he caught what Vocado threw at him and he glanced at it. It was a hotdog. "Hm?" Typha glanced. Guess he was giving him this to eat. He then asked another question as Typha took a bite. "Not really. I don't care if your scum. Death is a time of reflection. I'm not here to stop you from exploring where you can't belong as long as you don't cause trouble. As for the reason I came to you. Now like you suppressed your power."
"I can sense Ki just fine. I just don't see you as a threat." He chuckled to himself. "After all, we're dead. Whaddya gonna do? Send me to the post-afterlife?"
So Cress found allies on his own? Interesting. Maybe Typha was more useful than he seemed. He must've only died recently with knowledge like that. Things on the other end of the veil must be going better than expected. With any luck, those Dragon Balls would be used to revive him instead of those oafs who died in the hunt. If either side deserved to be revived, it was certainly Vocado.
"Sounds typical," Vocado explained, "us Saiyans have a way with words that our fists usually cover for. Then again, Cress is a tad more hotheaded than you or I. Perhaps he had some Zeni stashed away. That or the goons must've really liked his cooking." He laughed again, taking a bite of another hotdog, which he'd subconsciously fished out of the bag while they were chatting away.
At the mention of trouble, Vocado raised his hands. "Hey now, just because I'm a mass murderer doesn't mean I'm here to cause trouble." One of the ghosts walking past paused at the comment, but kept walking. Best to keep out of a conversation about murder, even in Heaven. "You lot have better food up here, that's all. Besides, what would causing trouble accomplish anyways? All I'd earn is some detention time from the big man. Even I'm not stupid enough to think any mortal is able to challenge the gods... For now, anyways."
He walked past Typha, beckoning him to follow as he headed toward another food card not far off. This one seemed to be for kebabs of various meats and vegetables. Pointing at it, he turned to his sword-wielding and cocked a brow. "You fancy any particular genre of food, Typha? Might as well chow while we chat, don't you agree? I imagine you're not going to leave me to my own devices, what with me being a vicious killer and all."
Typha snorted. "Really now. A bit cocky of you but I don't blame you." Typha could use the Kaioken so even if Vocado was able to go the highest level of Super Saiyan possible then he could handle him. The only issue would be if Vocado had a senzu bean. He really needed to get another one. But they were hard to come by. It was like you had to sell an arm and a leg to obtain a senzu. Typha glanced at Vocado as he talked about Cress noting he was a bit more hot-headed then him or Typha. "You got that right. Even if the Stargoons were friends with fine with your buddy Cress, I doubt it is the same after. He spent the whole time insulting them. You would think for someone who is low on allies he'd learn to work with others. I assume that why you were the ring leader. You were a king once, I imagine you had the common sense to work with you disliked for a common goal, of course, a goal that you wanted more than your ally."
Typha followed Vocado as he seemed to bring him to a food cart. Seems Vocado really just wanted to eat food and possibly talk. When Vocado asked what he liked to eat he shrugged. "I don't care about food much. I just usually eat what is closest to Konats natural dishes." Typha glanced a the Kebabs. Those did look pretty good he might have had to get some. Vocado also correctly pointed out he was not going to leave him be since of the type of person he was. "That be correct. As a student of King Kai, and as someone who has died twice defending innocent people, I'd be a pretty bad person if I let you walk around as you please. Even if you don't intend to hurt a soul I don't think it would be wise of me to just assume you would keep to your word and not do that." Typha said before going to the attendant of the food cart. "1 Kekbab please." He pointed at one with beef before turning to Vocado. "Speaking of which what made you fall so hard? I don't mean the evil part. When we first meet I could already see that you and Kayen were not the best of people. Not that it bothers me. I personally believed myself to be a bad person, even to this day. Yet, I also expected you to not so casually call yourself a vicious killer. What caused that little change." Typha asked as he got his Kekbab and began to eat it.
"Oh sure, but I suppose calling me tactful in comparison to Cress is like praising me in relation to a wild boar. He hasn't the slightest idea how to navigate the social aspect of battle. I'd be lying if I said he was a poor fighter, though. The chump's got a good killing arm."
Vocado ordered himself a handful of kebabs as they chatted. Assorted meat cubes were jabbed into each stick, seemingly combo'ed together for the most delightful flavor profile across the galaxy. Some of these meats seemed unnaturally colored, though it was to be expected with an entire universe's dead coming together in one place. Surely some of these tastes would have to be acquired.
Pointing out an empty table near the cart, the Saiyan motioned for them to sit as his tail swiped a good portion of napkins from the condiment station. "King Kai? Some sort of deity, I presume? Lucky you, getting to meet celebrities and the like. I'm surprised you made it so far, considering our last chat was long before you turned into a corpse from... Oh, what was that kid's name again? Demon kid... Liked to scream a lot... He killed you on Namek? Eh, whatever."
Sitting down, Vocado listened to Typha's question with as much self-reflection as one could muster while scarfing down mystery meat stabbed onto a stick. What did cause his sudden downfall? He'd never thought about it, really. If he had an eternity he'd probably never figure out the exact moment his spiral began, so he gave it his best guess.
"When I lost this thing, probably." He wagged his tail, which was noticeably still on his body. "I lost to Kayen something fierce, and it shattered my whole view on the world. I was a Super Saiyan; the very first of our kind in over a hundred years!" He emphasized his words by waving his half-eaten kebab. "And somehow I lost. She transformed mere moments after me, and still she had the upper hand."
He thought back to that time with some hint of fondness, oddly enough. Back then he still had his friendships with Nashua and Ramen. Back then he even spoke with Carro on fair terms. Now, though, he'd ruined all of that. No sense not to keep the train going, he supposed.
"I spent a lot of time alone, and that changed a lot. I realized that all of my attempts to help my people-- to be good-- were met with failure and loss. I decided why not be the monster? The storybooks need someone to hate, right? Someone for the heroes to write off as their reason for justice and such? I figure why not me? Maybe I can do it better than all those run-of-the-mill Arcosians, with their grandiose plans for the universe. I figured I could do it better than my ancestors, with their warmongering, planet conquering, world eating schemes. And yet... I wasn't."
Kayen had been right, at least this time. He'd be a one-page footnote in the universe's grand play. A single sentence footnote on the back of the book.
With warm regards to this total failure.
"Even so, I won't be spending this time reflecting on how much of a monster I am. Repenting just isn't in my blood. I made my bed, and so shall I lay in it, spikes and all. Its more than I can say for some of my predecessors."
In that moment, he thought back to the titanic failures of recent history. Of Xylo the Coward, who gave up on the war he was winning. He thought of Poi the Pissant, who had all the power the galaxy could offer and used it to protect. Those people, he decided, were detestable. Utter failures who deserved not even a quarter the recognition they earned. He'd erase their pages in history and make sure his story was ten novels long. Each page was sure to be covered in gore.
"So then. How's the lot back home? Talk to any of the champions of light lately? Most of Earth's populace decided to show up the day I died, so I'm sure you're more than well aware of how I went out."
Typha had to stifle a laugh when Vocado compared Cress to a boar. "I don't know if I'd go as far as that. He was smart enough to try to blast Namek so I couldn't attack him. Then again I would have killed him if not for his allies." He had to spend energy to defend namek or others. One on One he was confident he could deal with him. Of course, that was in theory, Cress had seen the Kaioken so it made a rematch a much more dicey situation. He also imagined Cress had grown a great deal stronger. At the same time, he had grown a lot since their fight. Typha shook his head as Vocado then talked about King Kai since he mentioned him. "Yes, he is actually my master now." Typha shrugged. "He taught me a lot about myself and ki control. It made me a much better fighter." Typha might as well give King Kai's praise.
Then Vocado mentioned Monster, Typha gave Vocado a glance. "Yes, that was a long time ago huh. That would have been the last time we possibly met. I heard you're the one who dealt with him. I don't know if I should thank you or slap you upside the head for that." Typha said as he ate his kabab. "Though I suppose death was the only choice in that situation. No one really knew how to deal with a Konatisan Monster expect for me and maybe Chime." Chime had done that sealing thing but it seemed to have not worked out perfectly. Probably because Monster and Yogu seemed to be bonded by the soul. You couldn't simply tear that apart. "But dying to Monster was what opened up my growth in strength. I got a purpose from that whole event. I protect Namek, I earned my dues, and I suppose some peace." Typha shook his head. "But peace is fleeting I'll have to see if that stays." His peace of mind was already hurt enough by knowing Namek was blown to bits but at least he could have hoped Cress would be defeated.
As for his question about what changed Vocado, it was his defeat to Kayen. He had become the first super saiyan in nearly two centuries, yet Kayen came back with the same power and took his crown. He seemed to think that to help people and to be good were worthless. That he needed to become a monster instead. Typha snorted a bit but kept listening. He'd at least allow Vocado the respect to speak. He seemed to think he'd be better than the past or the Aroscians. "Well you were better than them I suppose. Namek is gone because of your efforts." He said as he sighed. "I assume what happened was when you all attacked Earth, Cress left and used the stargoons to attack Namek. I assume that was part of your plan. If not you don't have to confirm that." It was not his business to know if Vocado planned that. If he did then Typha might have to take him to hell again screaming and shouting.
Yet Vocado seemed to be set in these ways. Even though he failed he seemed dead set on still being that monster. Typha shook his head. "So you have chosen that life. The path of a monster. Shame really, that is not really a path I think would be best for you.” Typha sighed. “But you do have a good point. You and Kayen are the two that fought for the crown. Neither a good soul in sight. I doubt anyone talks about it but it is not like Kayen was a good person when she took that crown. She was, she had a lot of skill and I liked her more than you but that was because when I saw her I saw a reflection of myself. If I had decided to let all my demons loose. Luckily I’m not that person. I don’t want to be Kayen.” Typha shook his head. “As for wanting to be remembered. I’ll remember you Vocado but not for the evil you might bring. The same way I don’t think of my family ancestor Plato for the wrong he brought. Because why remember the pain you bring? You can still choose to change. Not saying redemption of course but what do you want and why are you doing all this? Is it to crave an ego?” Typha tilted his head. “Because that is what you should ask yourself. Why do all this.” Typha sighed. As for Vocado's last question he shook his head. “Not really. I died probably around the time you died so not much changed. Guess Ramen is a stargoon now so that is loads of fun.” Typha snorted.
"Not like it matters, I suppose. Monster, as he so eloquently called himself, was a threat that needed to be dealt with. No amount of speeches would've sealed him away, though I suppose you knew that much already with your own encounter." He swallowed another chunk of meat without a second thought. "I suppose that won't earn me any brownie points under our friendship belt. No favors owed or anything? Suppose we'll just leave it as a blank slate, what with us lending you a wish all those years ago and such."
He didn't mean to lord over the boy, but if Typha took offence to the jabbing comment so be it. Testing his future opponent's mental strength was one of many interesting facets that this little meeting held. Part of him had to wonder when exactly the both of them would escape this wretched afterlife. Did Typha even want to go back? Maybe the wish would affect him too, whenever it was that it'd arrive.
Typha explained his own demise next, and Vocado did his best to keep any emotional responses in check. Learning Namek was destroyed was certainly a surprise, but finding Cress to be the root cause was all the more interesting. Him not showing up on the mountain made all the more sense, and further still befuddled him. Destroying a planet of such value only served as a retaliatory effort. It gained little in the long run, besides perhaps leaving the wounds he and Cress dealt open for a little while longer. Only one set of balls to wish on meant less heroes alive.
Vocado scoffed a bit when Typha mentioned his preference for Kayen. Seemed quite a few people preferred her, and he'd never know why. They were two sides of the same coin. The only difference was that Vocado was that touch more desperate for success, while Kayen had earned a few victories of her own. Where had he gone wrong? Where did their paths diverge so brutally? The most obvious point was when his arm was cleaved, but there had to be something more than that.
"Why?" He chuckled. "I do it because I want to, I suppose. Same way you want to better yourself, or you want to stop Kayen or myself if we get out of control one day. There's no moral quandary or ethical dilemma in my mind. I lost that battle with myself ages ago, and decided to throw away the metaphorical board."
Hearing himself say it aloud gave him a weird feeling. Like he was a madman who thought himself sane. He certainly didn't enjoy the sudden self-awareness, not by a long shot. Taking another bite of his food, he continued.
"I'm sure there's a deeper meaning. Some philosophical answer to your question lodged somewhere in my psyche. Honestly though, I stopped caring. It's a cynical and terrible way to live, but I'm too spiteful to let go now. My ego was shattered, and the self-imagined destiny I'd whipped up was torn to pieces along with it. All I want now is to prove to myself that it all meant something. Not to better the galaxy or anything. Just so I can know before I die again."
He looked away for a bit, staring off at the clouds far in the distance. Would that be his ultimate fate? To never get an answer?
"I did mention that, right? I'm not sticking around forever, and I'm sure your revival is only days away what with me failing and all. Maybe someday soon we'll cross paths in the real world, and I'll get to test which one of us learned more. Sounds fun, doesn't it?"
Typha shook his head as Vocado seemed sure they couldn't do much about Monster. "You all don't seem to research any other cultures. Yogu was a Konatsian well partly. That was just a Konatisan monster. Though a different one that ever heard of one. They are powerful beings but they by no means invincible or unstoppable." Typha sighed. "Music can be used to disrupt them. Sadly in my encounter, I had not gotten myself a new ocarina. I really need to do that soon enough." Typha sighed. "If I come back anyway. Though I suppose in his case it might have been too late. He seemed to want to be bonded with the monster on some level. And removing them is a pain. I don't know how to really do that in Monster's case. I just hope he does not come back again." Typha laughed a bit at Vocado as he noted that probably did not earn him any friendship points. "I don't care much. I call us even for that wish though I suppose. I don't think you made a wrong choice killing Monster. In your position how else were you going to deal with him?" Typha shrugged.
Typha then went on to explain his death and it seemed Vocado and sown him the respect not to interrupt him or be rude. For someone who was so murderous and vile, he seemed kind enough to practice basic manners. Finally though when it came to the question of what path he took. Because he wanted too? Typha was not satisfied with such an answer but he let him speak. But what was interesting was his claim that he wanted to better himself specifically to stop Him or Kayen in the future. Typha shook his head. "Perhaps that is somewhat a reason but that is not why I fought for strength. I was weak once when my people were in danger. I failed them. I decided I'd fight for people who could not fight for themselves. So I've worked to get stronger for that purpose to help others and not myself." Typha shook his head. "though I suppose being strong enough to stop you or Kayen comes with the territory."
Vocado then went a bit more in-depth in his thoughts. There might be some grand reason he fell but he didn’t care. He had fallen and that was the end of it. Typha closed his eyes in thought. He had a great old destiny and it broke apart. So he decided to not come back from that. “Shame. Guess I was wrong to assume that I was similar to Kayen if I took the wrong path. I could imagine myself as you if I never revived my people. Someone bitter at their failure. You want to prove something though you should evolve then. But you’ll find and decide your path eventually.” Vocado also pointed out he didn’t plan to be dead for a long time. He noted maybe they cross paths again. Typha smiled lightly as he finished his kaabee. “Maybe we will meet again. But if that happens I am sure that means we’d have to fight unless one of us changes.” Typha shook his head. “Plus if we fight. I’m sorry to say this Vocado, it won’t end well for you. Win or lose.”
Yogu was Konatsian? Vocado shrugged. He certainly hadn't looked the type, though one might suggest that implied some hint of racism. Just because he didn't have knife-like ears didn't mean he couldn't be from Konats. The tale about mystical, Konatsian-born beasts that infect a soul intrigued the Saiyan some, but it seemed like hogwash. True or no, they couldn't have been so infallible. The universe would be overrun by them if they were truly strong.
Typha explained his own reasoning for continuing to grow strong, and it sounded as stereotypical as one could get. In a way, he and Typha were twins in their efforts. They only split paths when Vocado lost his interest in the greater good. The moral dessert he'd tried to use as one last crutch simply did not exist, and so his Saiyan nature overtook him. "All things are weak once," Vocado answered back. "The Arcosians overpowered us, and now we've stuffed them back into their caves. Just as us Saiyans are on top now, I suspect that if the Mazoku's former emperor hadn't been swayed by mere words, he and his kin would be ruling over the universe about now."
Finishing his meal, the former prince tossed his empty skewers into a nearby trash bin. They clanged against the metal with a satisfying tink. The victorious throw, however small a victory it may have been, brought a small smile to Vocado, though it was quickly wiped away in trade for a curious purse of the lip.
"You think yourself that powerful? Or perhaps there's something hidden you haven't explained, hm? What makes you think even victory would end poorly for me?" Vocado put his elbows on the table, and rested his head in his hands. "You've got me hooked, hero boy. I've been very focused on Kayen, and even Carro has caught my eye, but you? I hadn't even considered it." There was no sarcasm or malice in his statement. It was pure fact. He honestly hadn't factored Typha in whatsoever. He'd written him off as some estranged noble who couldn't even beat a kid like Yogu. Did he have some special technique?
Typha nodded as Vocado said that all things were weak once. That was true but it was also true that some people were lucky to be born stronger than others. Though it was also true just the same with the Arosicans. They had been in the grand scheme not all that powerful but compared to the fighter two years ago they were far stronger. Now at the time, it was the saiyans who stood at the top of the mountain. He shrugged. "I don't know about that. The strongest person I've ever met was Ramen and she was human." Typha even with Kaioken had been weaker then Ramen. He was not sure how she had gotten that strong but perhaps he'd find a power similar soon enough?
Then Vocado mentioned Mazoku former emperor. "Oh, so you know the histories too." Typha glanced. Though it was a thoughtful question. What if the Mazoku Emperor had not been swayed by words. Typha closed his good eye. "Maybe but it was for the best. His evolution allowed my kin to move in. As in for the herald of my house, Plato of Konats." He was not sure Vocado knew who that was. The Mazoku emperor was far more successful then Plato was but Plato had been a figure in that war. Even if his greatest achievement was becoming food for a majin at least during the war. "As for ruling. Rules rise and fall all the time. So even if he won would his rule last long. Once he dies the empires fall. It the same with Kayen current rule. Once Kayen falls her empire leaves. It becomes her successor empire." Typha sighed.
Vocado seemed determined to find out where Typha's confidence came from. He had acted a bit arrogant perhaps saying if they fought it would not end well for Vocado. That was not fair to the strength or skill Vocado. He even made the point focusing on Carro and Kayen, he had not even considered anyone else being a top dog. Typha laughed a bit. "I doubt i'm stronger than either of them. My character is far too much in question." Typha rested his blade on the ground. Vocado asked if it was something that he learned from King Kai that gave him such confidence. "Of course that is part of it. King Kai made me a stronger fighter. I learned things from him. I do have special techniques as well that many have seen. But last time I showed anyone that they turned around and used that knowledge agiasnt me. So forgive me for not being forthcoming." Typha smirked just a bit, "But that is not way it'd not end well for you. Because no matter wins or lose, you won't get much out of beating me. Also, I am stronger than you. I can sense your ki our powers are similar but I think I have the slight edge."
Ah, Ramen. He’d never forgotten her, but in a way he never saw her as an opponent. They were friends once, and he’d never gotten the chance to cross her personally. He supposed getting Nashua killed was enough, but they’d have to talk that part out someday. Could he beat her, though? He failed the first time, but that was years ago. Only one way to find out...
”I’m a bit of a history buff,” Vocado explained. ”It’s why I fled to Earth of all places. I’d heard of their Blue Banner Army, only I didn’t realize they’d disbanded so long ago. Turns out we didn’t need the Earthlings help to take our home back.” Vocado nodded his head at the mention of Plato. ”The name rings a bell, but a dull one. He was the leader of Konats at some point, yes? I can’t recall his exploits however. All I know is that Xylo seemed fond.”
Typha’s take on the situation of rulers was interesting. While true that rulers come and go, it takes a terrifying one to last past their own lifetime. Even the Mazoku hadn’t had that pleasure, surely, and if Kayen continued her reign into senior years, he doubted even she would outlast herself.
But it was time to get back to the main event. Something up Typha’s sleeve? That technique he mentioned sounded so very engaging, but of course a hero like him wouldn’t dare spill secrets without reason. Vocado already considered a handful of ways to get the beans to spill, but he’d try his hand at diplomacy for now. The rest of his answer was uninteresting. A simple “I’m not important” was Typha’s reasoning, which was so very plain. Was it false humility? It sure felt like it.
”Come now, there must be some way I can get a preview of the technique. An informational trade of sorts? Surely there’s something I can tell you that’d warrant showing it off, even if only for a moment.”
He gripped the sides of the table as he sat upright, holding on in excitement. He wasn’t sure why, but the mere idea of a battle with someone he held no grudge against excited him. It was that Saiyan desire. The blood-boiling glee that came with combat. Would Typha grant him that wish?
Typha nodded as Vocado confirmed he was a history buff of sorts. Hence he went to Earth looking for the Blue Banner Army. Typha had not heard of them. He knew a lot about Konats history and Konats contact with outside powers two hundred years or so ago but anything else was beyond his perfew. Vocado confirmed his understanding of history for at least knowing who Plato was. "Correct. He was King once. A Tyrant, a bad man to the core but someone who cared for Konats. He joined sides with Xylo since he had a hatred for the Saiyans. He eventually left after the war and installed his right hand as King. That eventually lead to my family. Hence his status as the herald of our family." Typha was sure Vocado didn't care much about this history but Typha was at least going to explain why he brought it up.
Vocado seemed to really want to know his special technique. Typha shook his head. "Well, I guess I can at least show you how strong I really am. I have almost no intention of showing you my secrets. Even if I'd showed a lot of people. I imagine by the time you come back if you come back, you will know what it is." Typha really needed to not show off the Kaioken. The more it did the more it lost its value. Typha flexed both his fists as his hair turned a lighter pink. A large pink aura surrounded him but it was calm and controlled. Nothing around shook or was blown about. Typha Ki's control in that regard had been trained well. Learning the Kaioken he of course had learned to control the output of his ki quite well. He still needed to learn to lower his powerlevel to fight weaker foes but that was for another day. "As I said I don't need to use some secret technique at least yet." Typha waited for Vocado response to his sudden spike in power.
Vocado pulled back instinctively as Typha’s power exploded outward. His Ki was incredible! Not overwhelming, but certainly strong. He’d be a contender for sure, which was incredibly annoying. He stood up from his chair and clenched a fist. His face still showed a smile, but the tension in the courtyard was certainly changing.
”Hah. You had me worried for a moment. Here I thought you’d be holding some sort of unknowable strength. Some unreal, larger-than-life Ki. Carro alone put me under more pressure than what you’re showing off... Unless you’re hiding something truly unstoppable with that technique...”
With a grunt, his energy lit up. Plain white energy was replaced by vibrant gold, and his hair did much the same. His power was immense too. He was only a hairs breadth behind his foe’s own power. Enough that the gap barely existed.
”Pretty nice, eh? I’ve gotten close to perfecting this form. I thought I’d mastered it ages ago, but my defeat tells me there’s more to it. The same way you’re hiding something from me, my own body is hiding power from me.” His smile turned to a frown, and he leveled a hand at one of the food carts. ”Maybe we can help each other in that way. A sparring match of sorts? The stakes can get higher if you’d like.”
An energy orb appeared in his hands, and the crowd that was forming seemed a bit uneasy. Would he really unleash an attack on the innocent souls? It was up to Typha to decide.
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