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Post by Queen of Cunts on Jul 9, 2012 4:18:46 GMT -5
She couldn’t understand the common tongue, but with the vitriol that her opponent was yelling, she was clearly being encouraged. Obviously, she was a noble creature with a hearty and stirring war cry. It roused Zasha to see such an enthusiastic, if not entirely skilful, fighter in their midst. This being’s heart yearned for battle, even if her body could not withstand the power of a Saiyan. Zasha felt this was worthy of commendation.
But she had to be sure that this wasn’t some kind of trick, a feint of weakness to hide a mighty power level. She grabbed the being below her with immense, trunk-like arms and lifted her into the air. She was tiny in comparison to her own mass, and weighed far less than even Tarble, the Prince’s younger brother, whom Zasha had also picked up on at least one occasion. Appezia had had a coronary, for reasons unknown. Her sister was a wonderful enigma, and time around her was never boring.
She hefted the human up and brought her down, spine-first, across her shoulders, locking her powerful upper limbs around her head and hips. The trick was to contort the being in question around her upper body, causing the maximum amount of pain possible to the opponent’s back. Naturally, the end goal was to rip them in two completely. Of course, Zasha had no intention of taking it quite that far. It might spoil her chances of attaining more cho-co-lart.
But the back-breaker did show her quite quickly that this creature wasn’t masking its power level. Any other being would have reacted instinctively to the pain and quickly become stronger on reflex. This one wasn’t much stronger than the others of her kind.
Zasha put her down, relatively unharmed. To test someone’s strength was one thing, but to bully someone whose power did not equal one’s own was deplorable. She lifted her right hand and gave the human a stiff pat on the head.
“It was a commendable effort,” she said, still speaking blithely in Saiyan, “you should try to become stronger.”
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Post by sexystrife on Jul 9, 2012 13:23:11 GMT -5
OOC:( the <> around text are supposed to indicate the saiyan tongue)
She had known leaving her sister alone without her supervision had been a mistake from the very beginning, and yet as always, Zasha managed to get her way and slink away into the ships interior without rousing Appezia from her rest. The eldest twin cursed inwardly as she stalked down the dimly lit hallways, obviously lit to simulate evening hours, in search of her twin. She had always been like this, always rearing to break whatever request Appezia had ever asked of her sister in lieu of her own self-indulgence. She never listened, not once, so why did her actions continue to annoy her so?
Appezia’s heavy footsteps lightened upon reaching the threshold of the main deck, the narrow passageway she had been treading finally branched off into an expansive hall that looked more like a town square than a deck area. The saiyan settled back on her heels and took in the crisp air that greeted her with her emergence, testing for any scent that might lead her to her sister. It did not disappoint. With a light huff, she twisted upon her heels and followed the familiar scent until she finally found her sister, standing before a human that looked as though she had seen better days.
<“ZASHA!”> Appezia bellowed in the saiyan tongue, quickly garnering the attention of both parties as she approached,
<”Where have you been? I specifically told you not to mingle amongst the humans.”>
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Post by Maiyah on Jul 9, 2012 21:01:42 GMT -5
When Maiyah was lifted up, all hope of victory drained from her along with the color in her face. She couldn't really tell just what exactly was happening aside from being lifted, but the sheer pain in her spine gave the indication that she was having some kind of wrestling move performed on her. Not that she really had the mind to ponder it during. She was too busy getting her back snapped and letting out a bloodcurdling shriek from the pain. As if her nose wasn't enough.
Maiyah crumpled to the floor when she was finally released, flopping onto her back and groaning against the ground. What had she done to deserve this? Was it that twenty grand she swiped from the uncompliant client? Was it the flute from the museum? The dagger from the ancient ruin? The something valuable from the seemingly impenetrable place in which it's contained? She had to have done something to have gotten her nose broken and her back spiked in the same day.
She had a few things she wanted to share in a not so spritely tone with the woman that just did her in. The paralyzing pain however drained her of all her energy as well as her will to stand back up again. So rather than pushing herself to shout out a stream of expletives, she simply remained on the ground face down and let out a faint, pained moan. She figured that laying here motionless would perhaps make the two go away, or at least not cause her anymore damage. Hopefully.
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Post by sexystrife on Jul 10, 2012 13:44:40 GMT -5
(Vegeta)
The accursed light of the stars shone thinly through the shielded glass of the observation hall leading to the main deck, tearing paths of light through the near impenetrable darkness of space and illuminating the path Vegeta walked. Strange how the old lights of burning stars seemed so bright even after having gone out. Vegeta scowled silently at the thought and quickly dismissed it as he continued his walk; it always seemed to help him clear his thoughts. As Vegeta cleared the hallway and crossed the threshold into the main deck area the sudden awareness of other life forms flooded his senses. The saiyan prince took in the dimly lit deck with mild curiosity, regarding his fellow saiyans with a faint snort before settling down against the cool wall near the observation area, content with staring at the boundless chasm of space.
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Post by Queen of Cunts on Jul 10, 2012 15:17:53 GMT -5
“<Appezia!>” Zasha greeted, as her sister in arms came strutting into the Main Deck, “<quickly! Try the cho-co-lart!>”
She shoved her balled fist into the other Saiyan’s mouth and smeared the melted mess on her palm onto her tongue. Her experience with Appezia had taught her that she was often unwilling to try new things. Especially if they might have been fun. And so the easiest way to get her to share in experiences like the cho-co-lart was simply to force it on her without waiting for an invitation.
“<When you shake humans, this falls out,>” she exclaimed gleefully, sucking on her knuckles to remove some of the remaining residue, “<I don’t know what you were talking about. They aren’t dangerous at all. I think I might have one as a pet.>”
The idea made her look infuriatingly pleased with herself. Until she glanced down at the pained bundle of human lying at her feet. She frowned. The human’s regenerative factor seemed not to have kicked in yet.
“<Probably not this one though. I think it might be broken. Perhaps we should find someone who knows about humans to fix it.>”
She reached down and picked the being up a second time, though rather than rend it painfully across her shoulders, this time she lifted it like a sack of space potatoes, slung over one shoulder. It wasn’t gentle, but for Zasha it was positively tentative.
She looked her sister in the eye solemnly. “<She battled well, Appezia. She battled well.>”
She stopped on the threshold of the Main Deck when she saw a familiar, bedraggled shape huddled at the door. Her solemnity gave way to a sneer.
“<Oh look, sister. It’s the Princess. It looks hungry. Perhaps you should offer it a mammary.>”
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Post by sexystrife on Jul 10, 2012 16:14:05 GMT -5
The taste of flesh and the offsetting taste of sweetness combined came before Appezia could even object, despite her sister’s lower power-level she was indeed fast. The eldest twin groaned, wiping the foreign substance from her face with the back of her gauntlet, sneering in disgust at the horrible mess she had made. Her sister had developed a strange habit off shoving things straight into her face, and sometimes without any provocation, straight into her mouth in her vain attempts to goad her into trying new things. While some may have commended Zasha for her concern for her sister’s tastes, it was a habit that was going to get the youngest twin flattened into a bloody stump if she persisted.
Appezia exhaled slowly, reining her anger in as she listened to her sister prattle on about the human she had found. She adjusted her stance and allowed her eyes to examine the human, searching for any serious injury as her sister pulled the small human up again. Appezia snarled, <”I told you to abstain from contact with these creatures for THIS reason, you buffoon. They are easily breakable.”>
Her tone settled into even levels, clipping in harshness for only a moment before the inevitable weariness settled into her skull as Zasha simply looked at her and smiled. A simple smile that made Appezia wished she had something breakable within her hands as her anger rose to a simmer; her sister would have to do for a spar later.
The elder twin grunted, her arms tightening about her chest as she followed after her sister at a stiff pace, almost expecting her to turn and run as a child would when playing keep-away. Their footsteps echoed for a spell, falling in sync as they made their way to the east hall, but a sudden collision with her sister’s back and the sudden sneer that bled into her sister’s tone as she spoke brought Appezia from her thoughts. The visage she found as she followed her sister’s gaze nearly made her choke.
<”You will hold your tongue in his presence, Zasha!”> The eldest twin snapped, her golden eyes narrowing as she wrung around to face her sister, <”You forget your place.”>
(Vegeta)
Either Vegeta had lost himself in his star gazing and hadn’t heard Zasha’s words, or he simply couldn’t have cared less that they were there and were watching him. He sat in silence, the faint light of the stars reflected against his ruined gaze as he found himself lost in his thoughts again, unable to shake the color of her eyes as she stared at him, or the strained smile she had afforded him not moments before. His fingers danced idly along the pane of the thick glass as he wondered why she even bothered to smile.
He wondered…
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Post by Queen of Cunts on Jul 11, 2012 16:47:26 GMT -5
For possibly the first time in her existence, Zasha harrumphed. Usually, she left that particularly action to her sister. And, for another first, she was then condescending. That was unheard of, particularly towards her sister, particularly considering that she was - and Zasha was not ashamed to admit it - her intellectual superior.
“<Appezia, in case you hadn’t noticed, the Princess isn’t capable of leading himself to the bathroom, let alone leading the entire Saiyan race. Which, by the way, under his watch dwindled to around twenty of us. You could puree our bodies and you wouldn’t have enough to feed an Arachmer. Although I’d imagine we would taste fantastic.>”
A glimmer appeared in her eye that spoke of mischief. It was the kind of glimmer that suggested she was contemplating biting her sister, despite knowing from experience that Appezia did not like being bitten, much less chewed. Still, there was only really one way to find out exactly how they would taste.
“<I don’t much fancy trying the Princess. I don’t want to catch the useless. It might be contagious. And then we’d all find ourselves sitting around lamenting.>”
She turned to her sister and grabbed her by the front of her armour, shaking her roughly with her free hand.
“<AND THEN WHERE WOULD WE BE?!>”
Then, she remembered her new pet human, and that she had to take her to the medical bay, wherever that was.
“<Sorry, Princess. I can’t stop and tend to your menstruation today. I have a new pet whose life I must save.>”
She stepped over him and went on her way.
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Post by sexystrife on Jul 12, 2012 3:07:16 GMT -5
Appezia had to stifle a cry of anger when her sister jerked her forward and raised her voice; her feral golden hues had become alight with a cause that the eldest twin would not soon understand. Though, as loud as her sister had been, it did not look as though the prince had heard her at all. His stare did not waver, and his dark eyes continued to reflect the ever expanding void of space. His eyes were without emotion, without real life behind them, almost as though he were simply a mirror that reflected the stars as they passed.
Appezia’s stern look softened only for a moment, almost as if the very sight of what remained of the royal family brought her pain. Her sister’s words, however harsh they had been, rang with a truth that pierced her and left in its wake a pain she could not soon shake. The fire of the queen had been reborn in her first born son, and in his youth she recalled a desire the small cub expressed even before he could form words in his mouth, a desire to fight. Where had it gone? Where had the prince run off to? Appezia’s face hardened and her eyes set onto her sister that strode before her, toting the human she’d picked as her pet along. Appezia reached out, gripping her sister’s freed shoulder with a grip that would bring most to throws of agony. Her fingers set into her flesh like steel and molded the sinewy muscle at the tips as though it were gel. Though, despite her force, her sister gave no reaction, no flash of pain, nothing that would give away her feelings.
“<As you are my blood, Zasha I gave you my arm when we were banished. I followed you into space because you are my blood.>” Appezia began slowly, her tone even and without emotion as she continued;
“<However, I did not leave my crest behind that day, nor have I forgotten my duty. You shall not insult our queen’s honor now, you shall not insult her blood while in my presence again, Zasha.>” Her eyes narrowed dangerously, a spark of anger burst into life within the depths of her cold golden eyes as she tightened her grip, “<I will not tolerate such an outburst again.>” Her words faded as she finally released Zasha from her grip, and without a word began to slowly stride ahead of her, sparing her sister the smallest of glances almost as if to see if she would follow.
“<Come now, Zasha, don’t dawdle. The human you broke needs to be repaired. I know where she needs to be taken.>”
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Post by Queen of Cunts on Jul 18, 2012 17:18:57 GMT -5
(OOC: Continued in Bulma's Lab.)
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Post by King of Cunts on Jul 27, 2012 19:49:25 GMT -5
Silence had once again descended on the ship’s Main Deck. He had been awaiting his opportunity to walk among them, but had not yet found the courage to do so. Instead, he chose to linger in their wake. He knew that one of his kind had caused untold pain - most likely the only one of his kind they had ever seen. They had been a secretive race even before their extermination. How could they possibly know that not all Ice Djinn were as corrupt and ruthless as the now-immortal Frieza and his war-mongering family?
There had been trouble on the deck. The races they had taken aboard at Tarble’s request were brutal and uncivilised. They had learned to manifest their will, and yet still they used their bodies as weapons. But it would take powerful fighters to best Frieza, and that was the intention of their vessel. They had not come for diplomacy or for learning, as Fraust would have wished. The time had come for battle.
Paradoxically, their commander was not a fighter himself. His skill left a great deal to be desired. Indeed, even he admitted that he was only fulfilling the role while their true leader was “indisposed”. It was a polite way of saying that his spirit had been crushed by the weight of the suffering he had experienced at Frieza’s hand. There was no telling how long it would be before those wounds were healed.
Fraust took in the stars through the viewport. He had never been an astronomer, but the stars had informed much of his philosophies as a scholar. They were beacons, lights of life, around which any number of thriving planetoids could exist if the conditions were right. To Fraust, to dedicate one’s life to the pursuit of being that light, that life-giving source, was the higher purpose that all beings should have hoped to achieve. It had been his hope - the hope of all Ice Djinn - that a time would come when they would transcend their physical forms and limitations, and live on in will alone, able to affect the universe for the better as mere manifestations.
How many of those lights would be snuffed out by Frieza, if he remained unchecked? He would have to fight, and use all the means at his disposal, if he wished to even hope to oppose his enemy and prevent that destruction. And if he died in the process, his kind would never achieve their dream. That was simply the price that they would have to pay.
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Post by redpyrocat on Aug 14, 2012 17:38:51 GMT -5
(post started in bulma’s lab)
Everion wandered down the hall, opening doors and poking her head in. Every once in a while she would find a door that would not open, but for the most part it seemed like the ship was pretty empty. Eventually she started to get depressed. She has been asking everyone that she has met if they had candy, and it was starting to look like no one does.
She grabbed Mo from the top of her head and, cradling him in her hands, stroked him with a finger. He let out a gurgling purr. Everion stuck her bottom lip out, she really need some candy….especially the stringy sour gummies. Those were always the best. Her mouth watered at the thought.
She opened another door and poked her head inside. There was someone in this room. A tall guy with a tail like hers. Everion’s eyes widened. She shoved Mo back onto her head and ran over to the stranger. She skidded to a stop, nearly falling over in the process, in front of him.
“Hi my name is Everion. What’s your name? Where are you from? How tall are you? Why are you here? Are you an Ice Djinn? Do you want to stop Frieza too? Do you have candy? If not where can I find some?”
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Post by sexystrife on Aug 17, 2012 21:54:30 GMT -5
(Vegeta)
The blanket of soundless space seemed to darken with their descent into the unknown, the mass of stars giving way to nothingness as time passed, a lifeless trek with hollow planets. What stars remained seemed to glare down at the ship like the baleful eye of a waking monster. The warmth and inviting light of life seemed so far away, how strange how that now seemed to bother the saiyan that had once taken such delight in ridding the universe of those warming lights. Vegeta’s form stiffened involuntarily as the atmosphere around him seemed to chill, and the unearthly steel at his back began to make his scars ache with a familiar pain. He grunted softly and adjusted himself, sliding back against the wall in such a way that his armor shielded him from the cold. Though, just as he was growing comfortable in his solitude, a sharp pang of realization resonated within him as the presence of others quickly became very much aware to him.
Three, there were three of them. Two of which seemed to be fighters, and the last was weak-barely a blip on the proverbial radar. While the stronger of the nearby fighter’s presence seemed to make him uneasy, it was the weakest of the Ki signatures alone that hung on the edge of his awareness, burning with a painful familiarity.
That woman again…
Vegeta closed his eyes, allowing his head to rest back against the steel behind him. Perhaps if he appeared to be sleeping she would pass him by.
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Post by King of Cunts on Aug 21, 2012 18:24:48 GMT -5
It had been Fraust’s very great honour to meet many new species since his arrival on the ship. Saiyans and humans and more besides. None had been quite so striking in appearance, nor as energetic, as the being that now confronted him. At first, he believed that she might careen over from her own enthusiasm, but she was graceful, able to catch herself before she fell.
He weathered her barrage of questions, taking in each query delivered in the common tongue with ease. He wondered if she was a native speaker. She was quite adept either way.
“Hello Everion, my name is Fraust,” he said, bowing his head to her, “my home was once many, many light years from here, but it is gone now, destroyed by others of my kind who wished to rule. I am, to use a standard measurement, around seven feet tall, which I am aware is uncommon among the people of this ship. I am here, because I have nowhere else to go. I am an Ice Djinn. And yes, I am here to stop Frieza. His reign of terror has gone unpunished for too long.”
She was a curious creature, particularly given that she seemed entirely incapable of standing still for very long, either physically or mentally. It appeared that she managed to get herself addicted to typical human fare. He did not need to metabolise food or water - though he occasionally enjoyed it all the same - and instead relied solely on a cold temperature to sustain his body. He had found human food to be among the least palatable. It was rich and overflowing with unnatural elements that must have been sickening in large quantities. For whatever reason, Everion’s body chemistry seemed able to handle it where his had not.
“I’m afraid I do not,” he told her, “however, there are food stores aboard this vessel, carrying a great deal of foods for the various races. I am sure they would give you what you are looking for, if you asked.”
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Post by redpyrocat on Aug 24, 2012 15:33:35 GMT -5
The tip of Everion’s tail wagged as she absorbed the information Fraust gave her about himself. He was interesting, and he seemed very nice.
“Thank you for telling me anyway. Most people seem to ignore that question.”
She felt that it was nice to know that not all Ice Djinns where like Frieza. She looked up at him, her tail now totally still. He looked like he has seen it all…she wouldn’t be surprised if he has.
“I understand why you want to stop him. What he has done is unacceptable. Many years ago, Frieza came to my home planet…and drove my race to near extinction, our planet was almost totally burnt to the ground. Ever since then, we have been in the process of replanting the trees to bring our planet back to its former glory.”
Everion closed her eyes, took a deep breathe and continued.
“I am here to try and save others from the same misfortune as my kind….you have no idea how many bodies we have been cleaning up….he even slaughtered children….my dad said that he remembers hearing Frieza laugh while he did it.”
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Post by nightriddler on Aug 26, 2012 17:02:12 GMT -5
Bulma lit another cigarette while she stood in front of the wall Krillin and Gohan had blown out. She tucked her lighter into her pocket and took a slow draw while she mentally gauged how many hours it would take to repair the damage. As the boys got stronger, it was only going to get worse. In all likelihood, she'd probably have to help the workers on board redesign the entire Panic Room so the ship wouldn't be compromised in a future "sparring session". Though she was afraid that if there was a next time, the damage to the ship would be the least of her worries.
With the damage assessed, Bulma went on her way, taking note of others walking about. The break from all the activity in her lab was refreshing; she'd been locked up working in there for quite a while. Time tended to slip her by when she got in the zone, so it was good to stretch her legs every now and then. Still, she frowned as she hoped all the people in her lab didn't wreck anything.
Speaking of aliens...Bulma paused when she finally came upon a familiar prince. She removed her cigarette from her mouth and exhaled, looking around them, before her gaze settled back on Vegeta. He was sitting up against a wall, head leaned back and looking like he was fast asleep.
She briefly comtemplated leaving him be. After all, she didn't owe him any sign of gratitude for not harming Krillin when he had the chance. He hadn't shown that restraint with Goku. But the mental reminder still wasn't enough to make her leave. Facts were facts; he refrained this time from using lethal violence, and even if Krillin wasn't grateful, she most certainly was.
Steadying her resolve, Bulma approached him until she was standing next to him and looking down at him. Reaching down, she nudged him on the shoulder of his armor.
"Hey you, if you're tired and want to sleep, your room would probably be more comfortable."
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