Post by Zaru on Feb 20, 2020 12:00:49 GMT -8
To undo it. Undo it all.
Cayle awoke, taking a sharp breath of air as his eyes opened in shock, forcing him upwards into a sitting position. He was...he was in the temple still. He had not died, and he could not see the Majins overtaking him, destroying everything. He could still hear giggling outside, and footsteps somewhere deep within. Not manic, not hungry. People's footsteps. Some were taking refuge; no doubt amongst them, his retinue who had been nearby. Of course - Cerola was always a bright girl, so if it had been anyone to find shelter and disguise their energy, it would have been her. As he sat up, the Emperor wondered why his younger counterpart had spared him. He remembered...something being said to him. Whispered to him. What was it? He stood, and oddly enough, he didn't feel any aches, or difficulty doing so. He looked down at his hands, then moved them up to feel his face. No wrinkles. Pulling on his hair, he realised it was no longer grey,but the strong dark that a Saiyan should have. He was young. How had he- of course. That was his victory, wasn't it? His counterpart had seemed so much...like he enjoyed being a hero, or at least playing one. Aiding others, in his way. The Emperor had grown to respect him over the course of their battle; even if it was against a fraction of who he was, the young heir to the name Pota had proven himself more than worthy. At that age, he was probably of a similar power, anyway - how had he let his style of fighting change so drastically? He missed that visceral rush in combat, being struck so he could hit back harder. Nowadays, he had always avoided blows.
The Emperor turned, seeing a staircase leading down into a further chamber, where the walls were scarred with the scorches and burns from energy blasts. They hadn't fought here, so he could only assume the majins who had encroached here had been stopped. Walking down the stairs, he began to feel the power surging in his veins, the great strength he had missed so greatly. That he had so dearly wished to use, just once more. It wasn't the muted boost, the desensitized high from taking a new body as it adapted to his power; he was in his prime once more, and his body only seemed to be healing more, rather than degenerating. What was this? This didn't seem to have anything to do with the Dragon Balls - he knew that, because as he approached the lower chamber, he could see them. Waiting there, beckoning to him. They begged for his command. He could almost make out what it was he had heard said to him, but his memory was still fuzzy from when he was slipping in and out of consciousness. What could it have been?
Cayle stopped at the Dragon Balls, staring down at them for a moment before calling aloud. "Earth dragon Shenron, I command you to appear!" In a moment, there was a flash of light as the figure of a long green beast began to shoot from the aura the balls created, wrapping around the temple and through the windows it had all around, all the way up until the dragon's head poked through another, staying in the room enough that he could stare down towards the Emperor. Before he could even ask, Cayle began his demand. "My wish is that within exactly one year from now, all living creatures, planets and property destroyed by the majin race will be restored to how they once were." There was a reply from Shenron, but the Emperor was distracted as he felt power levels closing in. It was not as before, with a small vanguard force of the creatures arriving, enough that his other counterpart or perhaps even his wizened self could dispatch them. No, there was a veritable horde coming down. A main attack force here to sweep everything left off of Earth, to carve it up and turn it into food. They approached the temple, rushing in through the windows and destroying the doors. They were upon him, and if he did not act, they would kill his retinue, and then any life left here. There was a small smile on the Emperor's face for just a moment, his hair beginning to oddly glow as the Majins closed in, gibbering and yelling.
Every opening of the temple was filled with golden light that could be seen for miles on end, with any Majin inside being vaporised by it. A single beam of this golden light shot upwards into the sky, like a beacon for those who needed to run, and a warning for those who had destroyed so much - that their time was ending.
WC: 809 | 3985 | Event Total: 9602
Cayle awoke, taking a sharp breath of air as his eyes opened in shock, forcing him upwards into a sitting position. He was...he was in the temple still. He had not died, and he could not see the Majins overtaking him, destroying everything. He could still hear giggling outside, and footsteps somewhere deep within. Not manic, not hungry. People's footsteps. Some were taking refuge; no doubt amongst them, his retinue who had been nearby. Of course - Cerola was always a bright girl, so if it had been anyone to find shelter and disguise their energy, it would have been her. As he sat up, the Emperor wondered why his younger counterpart had spared him. He remembered...something being said to him. Whispered to him. What was it? He stood, and oddly enough, he didn't feel any aches, or difficulty doing so. He looked down at his hands, then moved them up to feel his face. No wrinkles. Pulling on his hair, he realised it was no longer grey,but the strong dark that a Saiyan should have. He was young. How had he- of course. That was his victory, wasn't it? His counterpart had seemed so much...like he enjoyed being a hero, or at least playing one. Aiding others, in his way. The Emperor had grown to respect him over the course of their battle; even if it was against a fraction of who he was, the young heir to the name Pota had proven himself more than worthy. At that age, he was probably of a similar power, anyway - how had he let his style of fighting change so drastically? He missed that visceral rush in combat, being struck so he could hit back harder. Nowadays, he had always avoided blows.
The Emperor turned, seeing a staircase leading down into a further chamber, where the walls were scarred with the scorches and burns from energy blasts. They hadn't fought here, so he could only assume the majins who had encroached here had been stopped. Walking down the stairs, he began to feel the power surging in his veins, the great strength he had missed so greatly. That he had so dearly wished to use, just once more. It wasn't the muted boost, the desensitized high from taking a new body as it adapted to his power; he was in his prime once more, and his body only seemed to be healing more, rather than degenerating. What was this? This didn't seem to have anything to do with the Dragon Balls - he knew that, because as he approached the lower chamber, he could see them. Waiting there, beckoning to him. They begged for his command. He could almost make out what it was he had heard said to him, but his memory was still fuzzy from when he was slipping in and out of consciousness. What could it have been?
Cayle stopped at the Dragon Balls, staring down at them for a moment before calling aloud. "Earth dragon Shenron, I command you to appear!" In a moment, there was a flash of light as the figure of a long green beast began to shoot from the aura the balls created, wrapping around the temple and through the windows it had all around, all the way up until the dragon's head poked through another, staying in the room enough that he could stare down towards the Emperor. Before he could even ask, Cayle began his demand. "My wish is that within exactly one year from now, all living creatures, planets and property destroyed by the majin race will be restored to how they once were." There was a reply from Shenron, but the Emperor was distracted as he felt power levels closing in. It was not as before, with a small vanguard force of the creatures arriving, enough that his other counterpart or perhaps even his wizened self could dispatch them. No, there was a veritable horde coming down. A main attack force here to sweep everything left off of Earth, to carve it up and turn it into food. They approached the temple, rushing in through the windows and destroying the doors. They were upon him, and if he did not act, they would kill his retinue, and then any life left here. There was a small smile on the Emperor's face for just a moment, his hair beginning to oddly glow as the Majins closed in, gibbering and yelling.
Every opening of the temple was filled with golden light that could be seen for miles on end, with any Majin inside being vaporised by it. A single beam of this golden light shot upwards into the sky, like a beacon for those who needed to run, and a warning for those who had destroyed so much - that their time was ending.
WC: 809 | 3985 | Event Total: 9602