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Post by Renkon on Aug 18, 2021 22:53:02 GMT -8
This world has been an odd place for him. It was like walking out of a daze really. He had memories of the world, the life he had before all of this, but this place was so far different it hurt him. He had heard rumors of beings existing over four hundred years ago… Prince Vegeta had graced this world, other Saiyans as well had once arrived. Tyrants had risen and fallen, and all in all, he was here on this world. He had burned up so much of his power, he couldn’t even fly any more. All of this bothered him in ways that was hard to describe. He walked along the sandy beach, trying to make sense of it all.
He remembered doing battle with those tiny, almost useless creatures. They had been little more than a minor bump in the road, but he had been grabbed by their magic so effortlessly, so easily, and he hated it all. He could see the grin on it’s face still. That twisted smile as it spoke those words that cast him off into a different time, a different place, and different world. Someone else's problem really. He wasn’t even worthy to be killed, they had him in their grasp and instead they had thrown him so far into the future that he didn’t know anything any more. It was… Frustrating to say the least. He shielded his eyes as he looked to the sky.
Earth, he heard someone call this world. It was full of odd animals, odd people, and odd history, but it was not outright hostile to him. He had landed on this world in rough shape. The spell cast on him was supposed to feed upon his power until it killed him, but maybe he was too strong, or the fact that he was trying to use his energy blade had damaged it? He wasn’t sure, it was beyond his scope of understanding really. He shook his head once more, trying to clear out the cobwebs still.
He looked back to the beach. It had been odd traveling in a boat, he had spent so many years of his life flying around that being in a boat just felt weird. They said these islands held answers for many things, so he figured it couldn’t hurt. They didn’t ask about his armor, or even the salvaged Tuffle tech he had on his person, maybe it was the knife that made them think twice about it? He didn’t care, this place is what he needed for the moment. A tiny bit of respite in a place that was chaotic. While he towered over the people here, he noticed most of them didn’t bat an eye really, and in his time on this world, he had seen an odd mix of beings, more diverse than he was used to, to say the very least. He stepped upon a large outcropping of stone, looking out over the ocean and taking a deep breath for now, this world just felt nice. Something he wanted to hold onto until he could find a way to leave.
A way to avenge all his fallen friends.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Aug 19, 2021 0:10:14 GMT -8
It was the end of the morning shift. Such a fascinating time to be active. Well, it matched Konja's day, honestly. It began a few hours before sunrise, where she would get up, do her morning routines, and ride to work. Punch in at the crack of dawn. Relieve the overnight cashier. Take the breakfast orders from those morning customers. Before she knew it, it was some hours past noon, and her shift was over. It was amazing, how quickly she had adjusted to this system of rotations. Whatever shift they gave her was doable now. And it was no surprise that she was starting to take her share of victories for the position employee of the month. She was efficient. Applying her father's lessons and discipline to this life. Almost as if certain principles were universally meaningful. Just some deep thought, as she mounted her chopper and rode off into the early afternoon. Zipping down the coastal highway, the sun still reasonably high in the sky, the farmer turned cashier looked around at by now familiar sights. This island had many places to explore. Though she wasn't raised to enjoy the many vistas, she was raised as a scout. As such, exploration for the sake of war was part of her nature. And now, just as her discipline allowed her to excel at the work of a cashier, her training rendered her able to find places most people never bothered to tread. Not for war, but for pleasure. She had heard of something called tourism, where people would pay money just to be brought to certain places where they could explore and enjoy the views. Oh, and buy memorable trinkets to take home with them. Konja pitied tourists. They had to pay for what she did for free. Flying was helpful that way. Well... most people couldn't fly. So there was that. As for if somebody asked why she didn't fly to and from work, the answer was simple. She enjoyed the view. Yes, things looked amazing from thousands of feet up. But up close, they had their own charm. A balance of both perspectives was healthy. Especially since, as her father had taught her, and from personal experiences, you could find a lot of great ambush angles while on the ground. Somewhere along the sixth extension, Konja slowed down. The white sands of this beach were a commonly enjoyed venue, and the locals made a lot of use for this little slice of paradise. Sandwiched between the beach and a high cliff, the smaller two-lane highway extension was a good place to decide whether one wanted to go up to maximise the view, or down to enjoy the water. She could still remember the first time she swam in that great water. The sea. Her village was in a valley, irrigated by a river, leading up to a lake. She had no idea that saltwater even existed at the time, and it ended up burning her eyes. Such an embarrassing thing to think about these days that she knew better. But the only goggles she brought were riding goggles. Those wouldn't do for the sea. Huh. It looked like the villagers had bought another boat, too. Good for their fishing industry then... It was either that, or the boat belonged to an unfamiliar power level by the rocks. A visitor, then? She would have to find out for herself. Maybe they would even humour her with a fight, if they were willing. Konja pulled over and applied the usual bike security measures. Particularly to her trusted pickle jar sitting on the back like an oversized cargo compartment. You wouldn't want to get caught dead stealing that thing. The militia scout casually made her way up to the source of that power level, a towering figure in battered armour, great wild hair... and a tail. A Saiyan! It wasn't that Saiyans were hard to come by, or anything. There were many Saiyans here on Earth, not even counting the pickles they had rescued from the TSE's facilities. Indeed, the most eminent of them was her hero, Brussuls the Muscles. The undisputed champion of the Galactic Wrestling Federation, and the actor portraying the ancient Saiyan hero Kakarot on film. She smiled, thinking of the Brussuls figure she'd bought last winter. With the red coat and bag of presents. He seemed to be everywhere... Of course the question was how to greet this visitor. His armour, though battered and clearly different, partly resembled the armour worn by the warrior class during the war. Maybe he was also pickled...? Perhaps in the latter stage of the war? Surely the smiths would have developed better armour by then. It would also explain its state of disrepair. As Konja neared, she stopped to follow his sight and share the view. That was it then. He must have been captured like her. Recently escaped by himself, even. She opened her mouth, but she waited for a few seconds as she struggled to find... some good words to open the conversation with. She never did like starting conversations. It was so much easier responding to people than it was to get their attention. Still, words did finally come... "It's so different from the homeworld isn't it? Well... from what I remember. My village was deep inland. I'd never seen this much water until arriving on this world."[901/901] Renkon Barlei Cayle Pota
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Post by Barlei on Aug 19, 2021 9:46:32 GMT -8
He slept face down in the threadbare hammock, strung as it was between a pair of towering palm trees. His snoring was loud and boorish, disrupting the natural ambience of the stirring ocean, the whisper of waves lapping at sandy shores, and the forlorn cry of seabirds soaring through bright skies as they sought their next meal in the churning waves below.
One arm dangled over the edge of the hammock, a pair of goggles clutched in his sleeping grasp. A stealthy crab came scuttling out of the dilapidated lean-to that passed as a straw hut, one of Barlei's sandals clutched tightly in its pincers as it disappeared within a sandy burrow with its prize. A pair of giggling children crept quietly towards where he laid.
It was one of their favorite games—harass the cranky old Saiyan by stealing his goggles.
One of the children could hardly keep on his feet, laughing as much as he was. The other spun around and shushed him. "Legume, shut uuuuppp! You're gonna wake him up."
"S-Sorry, Frijol." The younger Saiyan blushed, ashamed of being chided by his brother.
Frijol spun around and froze, eyes going wide. "U-uh..."
"What is it? Lemme see!" Legume pushed past his sibling, dark eyes wide and innocent as he surveyed the deserted bend of the beach. There was the familiar rickety hut, standing on short weathered wooden posts. The hammock listed gently to one side. It was empty. "O-oh crap!"
A long shadow suddenly crept over them.
"Just what the hell do you brats think you're doing?"
That gruff tone was unmistakable. Before they knew it, they were soaring high through the air before falling and splashing into freezing ocean waters, laughing the whole time.
"Goddamn kids..." Barlei swiped his hands together, as if dusting them off after tossing out trash. "Can't a man take a goddamn nap around here? It's the same thing every afternoon. How the hell do I get rid of these brats?"
He hovered over the waters, pretending to study the far horizon. In reality, he was ensuring they reached the shore safely before running off, giggling like mad.
"Is that...? Legume! Frijol!" He shook his fist after them. "You brats better keep to your own island!"
The threat fell on deaf ears as the youths disappeared through a copse of trees. No doubt they would be back tomorrow to claim their 'prize'. Barlei dropped to the ground, yawning and stretching in the late noon sun.
Some of the kids from Ensalada Island had taken to bothering him just about every day. No matter how much he threatened them, they just kept coming back. For him it was a mild annoyance but they seemed to enjoy the game.
Determined to squirm their way into his affections.
"Idiots..."
Maybe it was working. Maybe.
Without the kids around to serve as a distraction, he finally noticed the pair of energy signatures nearby. One felt familiar... the other was a mystery. Barlei glanced over his shoulder, eyes settling onto the high rise behind him. A massive cliff jutted out over the beach, a favorite spot for romantic partners and silly daredevils.
Kicking off the sand, he flew up towards the area. His flight had been recovered recently, like waking a sleeping giant from an eight hundred year old slumber. It meant he was gaining his true strength back. Or so he hoped.
Cresting the edge of the rocky outcropping, Barlei dropped to the ground in front of the two Saiyans. He crossed his arms, studying the pair of them. "Konja. Should've known it was you." His gaze shifted to the huge Saiyan beside her. "You're not Grisha. Big like him though. What do you want?"
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Post by Renkon on Aug 19, 2021 23:39:41 GMT -8
There was a feeling of someone arriving near by. It was an odd feeling to say the very least, it was something that he wasn't used to. He remained standing still, waiting for the person to speak up and then taking a moment to finally nod. "It's very different from Planet Vegeta. Nothing was healed yet when I left... The war was still freshly over..." He said, still looking over the ocean for the moment. "I was one of the first people who was set up to travel with the Planet Trade Organization and go into space. The village I came from was near the ocean, a community of people who want only to take care of each other..." He sighed a bit, looking at the woman for the first time. "There is something different about this world to say the least. I feel lighter... I'm told this world is called Earth. I've never heard of it."
He eyed her for a moment and then took a moment for himself. He was about to offer his hand when another man appeared. This one could fly. That seemed to be rare on this world. He smiled a bit and nodded to the man. "So her name is Konja. Good to know. I am not this Grisha person, I am Renkon, former team leader of the Iron Spear planetary clean up crew. I haven't been on this world for very long. Got dumped here by some aliens I was supposed to remove from a world. They used some kind of... Weird... Ability? Power? Magic maybe? I'm not sure." He shook his head, trying to clear it still, every seemed a bit fuzzy when he tried to remember back to that time. "Whole crew got hit at the same time, I was hoping that I might find them here... So far, I've been alone with it." He admitted.
"I am also going to go out on a limb and assume you two know each other... And that you aren't hostile to each other. I'd rather not get caught up in any squabbles needlessly." He said, not moving away from the spot, but simply looking over each person around him. He was curious beyond normal words, but right now, it was best to play it safe and see where things went until a time that he could either exit to continue his search, or that more information was offered about this world in general. His eyes moved from person to person slowly, taking in each of them. He wasn't sure how strong they were, nor how much they might be hiding. He had seen elites able to suppress their power, to conserve it for a bigger fight, or to hold back and enjoy a brawl that much more. He wondered if it was the same for these two, or if he was just being paranoid. Probably just paranoid. For now, he was going to simply roll with everything and hope it all came out for the best for him and everyone around him. "If you have ever heard of any other Saiyans who escaped a... Bubble of strange energy from right after the PTO arrived... I'd be very interested in that information." He said simply, wondering how the pair would react to such a claim made by him, and if they had any knowledge.
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Post by Cayle Pota on Aug 20, 2021 3:00:35 GMT -8
Cayle didn't typically wear the cape he had recovered which bore the mark of the House of Vegeta openly. While he wore it like a totem wrapped around his neck with another section of cloth to help invoke the great skill of the House of Vegeta when it came to leading Saiyans; it was gaudy to wear out in the open. Gaudy, which might be fine for a boy born to be king, but not for a young man who had been born to farm and live modestly before events stopped him.
Earlier, he had been training students on Ensalada Island in the Cadejo style of martial arts; as he did most mornings when he didn't have to be to work immediately and after that he had been scouting the surrounding area around the island of Ensalada – even untouched peninsula that that layabout former elite Barlei called his own 'island', but which the law of this Earth place said was apart of Ensalada.
It was simple. One, it was fun to ride a jetski around the island, and two it allowed him to focus his spiritual energy sensing abilities to keep an eye out for possible pirates or Tuffle attack squads. While the village(s) on Ensalada Island had been trained for such an attack, it didn't hurt to keep an eye out.
This time it had been a pair of Saiyan pirates in what could be best described as 'Saiyan Bikini Plate', and they had tried to intimidate him; keeping their power levels heightened and not realizing his own suppressed power level.
Then the Saiyan flicked the scarf in a slight way and found it unfurled behind him. Big, red, and with the sign of the royal house of Vegeta upon it. For a moment and only a moment, the Saiyan opened up his full power. One hundred thousand plus power level.
“You must misunderstand me, and my island, ladies. I am Cayle Pota, and this is Ensalada Island. I am the King of Ensalada Island and the Saiyans who call it home. So before you think about demanding tribute I suggest you reconsider. Would you like some free Taco King Coupons? Because that's the best I'm offering.”
And then they were jetting away, flying and he was chasing them in his jet ski, before he noticed Konja, Barlei, and another presence of considerable power level. He turned the Jetski towards the group.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Aug 20, 2021 17:54:35 GMT -8
Konja had always heard it called Planet Plant, before. Whether it was the Tuffles, or overhearing some elites who understood the concept of planets. But to call it Planet Vegeta, and the way this warrior explained things, it sounded like... "Planet... Vegeta? Then we won?" Her expression brightened up. They won, and renamed the planet after King Vegeta. To bear witness to that moment would have been momentous. "I... this is wonderful news!"She quickly reined her excitement back in. It wasn't completely clear to her, how the King rose to the top. Between King Vegeta, Queen Koriandr, and Archduke Okra, that was three great Saiyan nations at the time of the war. Konja was involved in a number of low level negotiations between border villages, so she never really knew how the political map was shaping up. But at the time of her capture, they all seemed to be going strong. King Vegeta himself might have been pulling ahead though. They always talked about how cunning he was... The warrior explained how their people became involved in something called the "Planet Trade Organization", which operated in space. Maybe because it facilitated trade between planets? It seemed unusual for the Saiyan people as a whole, and he certainly didn't look like a merchant. But Konja did learn a little trade when she was smaller. And now, she was learning more about the way Earthers traded. The visitor looked nothing like a merchant though. Maybe the Saiyans served to guard the PTO space caravans then...? That sounded like a big excuse to fight. In contrast to herself, his village was by the ocean. So it wasn't too different from here. But he still felt different here. Lighter. That was when Barlei appeared, in his usual grumpy fashion. Another veteran of the war. Well, they all were, in some way or another. She wasn't the sort to spew out war stories, but she was the kind to listen. Barlei who fought in the thick of things. Another who fought all the way till the end, who knows how many years later? "Well you know me, Lieutenant Barlei... I enjoy exploring Ensalada Island." If there was anything that her father made sure she never forgot, it was to give rank and title its due acknowledgement. Be it Elder Fidar, Elite Tara, Lieutenant Barlei... and of course, Cayle, King of Ensalada Island. Their station would be acknowledged in some form or another. The warrior, Renkon, introduced himself and explained his unusual circumstances. He spoke as if the war was recent memory. But he saw it to the end. The Tuffles didn't capture and pickle him. He should have been eight hundred years dead by now. And yet here he was. The only way she could figure his story into the things she knew was that these creatures with their strange magic... sent him not just through space, here on Earth. But... through time as well...? "I'm afraid I know nothing of your squad, the Planet Trade Organization, or these creatures." Konja's eyes narrowed. "I was captured early in the war while scouting out a Tuffle facility. It was a trap. They overwhelmed me with these... war machines that fought like some kind of hive. Their coordination was precise..."It was shameful. Utterly shameful. "I wish I were there that day. To live through our victory and seeing the planet renamed after the King..." Was there any time to hear about it, though? Renkon was understandably in a hurry to find out more about his friends. Or at least, the creatures responsible for sending him here. "There are those here though, who might know more about what's out there..."For example, that power level that just revealed itself out over the water just now. Yes, if anyone knew anything about what was happening out there, it would be the King of this budding new Saiyan nation. [655/1555] Renkon Barlei Cayle Pota
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Post by Barlei on Aug 20, 2021 18:22:43 GMT -8
Renkon's story was unbelievable. He was a soldier, much like Barlei, who'd been displaced through both space and time in the line of duty. A strange species he and his men were sent to subjugate ended up propelling them into the future, right smack into their present time.
Barlei shook his head in disbelief. How many times had something like this happened to them? So many Saiyans displaced from their homes and their families, and for what? It didn't make any sense at all.
This had to stop.
"You've gotta be kidding me..." Barlei shook his head, his tone softening. "Sorry to hear that. Goddamn it... I swear, our people have been turned into the laughing stock of the universe." He sighed, clasping his hands behind his head as his gaze turned skyward. "I'd gladly wake up from this nightmare at any time."
Konja's sentiment was similar to his own. She was delighted to know that the planet had fallen and been renamed in honor of King Vegeta. Barlei arched an eyebrow at her.
"Are you living under a rock or what? Of course it's Planet Vegeta. Unless..." He paused, rubbing his chin in thought. "Hm. I guess we all came from a different point in time. I guess I never gave it much thought. Renkon, I wouldn't have been caught dead fighting for the PTO, and neither would any of my men. Then again, what the hell would I know? I was a grunt." He smirked at Konja. "I'm not a lieutenant anymore. I'm... not anything anymore."
A sudden and immense battle power stunned Barlei into silence. For a brief few seconds, it filled the space between them, choking the very air itself. As quickly as it had come, it was gone.
He staggered backward a step, eyes widened as he turned note the source of such a power. "That's... impossible. No one is this strong."
It was the sort of battle power he hadn't felt in ages. Probably since he'd last been in the physical presence of King Vegeta and his royal guard. It couldn't be... no. There was no way.
"Is that...?" He took a step closer to the edge of the cliff, staring at the approaching figure riding on a jet ski. There was no mistaking that cape or the royal insignia etched upon it. "You've got to be kidding me... when the hell did that brat get so strong?"
His gaze hardened. His fist clenched at his side.
"He's really starting to piss me off." He turned toward Renkon. "Believe it or not, these brats are led by another brat. And this other brat is insanely strong. It doesn't make any sense to me. On top of that, he fancies himself some sorta king. Anyway... Cayle's probably a good place to start if you're lookin' for answers. He spends a lot of time patrolling the island—maybe he knows something."
He hated giving Cayle any sort of credit for anything. The thought of a kid like that being in charge had always left a sour taste in his mouth.
"Maybe we can organize some sort of search party and scan the other islands for Renkon's men. Somebody must know something."
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Post by Renkon on Aug 20, 2021 22:09:48 GMT -8
"Yeah, we won... It was bloody. I don't remember much of the last battle either." He let his tail flick against his side. "Full moons hit, made us all Oozaru. I still remember snippets here and there. Looking down on the buildings and roaring, tearing emplacements from the ground and throwing them..." He rubbed his shoulder for a moment, the visible scar it under his hand for a moment. "Being hit with something that nearly took my arm. It wasn't pretty when it was all said and done." He shook his head and then looked at the one who was called Lieutenant. "This world isn't so bad. Clear and air and water... Plenty of hunting grounds... People don't seem to mind me either. Low bars I know but..." He shrugged his shoulders again.
"It wasn't by choice working for the PTO. The village I was wasn't doing so good. The planet was pretty badly torn up after the war, the rebuilding was still happening. My crew and I enlisted in all that stuff to make sure the village had money for medicine, food, equipment. Ships needed to be repaired for fishing, the oceans still were not the best but... It was food." He shook his head once, sighing a bit. "I didn't like the idea of working for them, but the money was needed. Cold's empire had a tight control over everything. It was do or die for us." He said, looking over at Barlei once more and sighing a bit more. "I didn't like it, but I was still in war mode, us or them, and I always picked us."
At that point, it was when the punch to the head that was the massive power up had hit him. His eyes went wide, darting over in the direction of the person who it had come from as he nearly fell to his knees. It felt like a dozen hammers slamming on the inside of his skull, but he managed to stay upright, his own energy weakly flexing against the power as he tried to right himself. "By the Moons of Vegeta..." He mumbled, shocked as the power vanished all at once. Sensing power was something new, and it was clearly a bit overwhelming for him as he shook his head softly, trying to clear the suddenly added haze and standing up properly once more. It was not something he liked to say the least. He stood up as Barlei seemed to recognize the signature of power that had been put off.
The fact they mentioned this power belonged to a brat, and how powerful they were, was unsettling to say the least. Was all this power earned through battle? Was a gift of the divines by right of birth? He wasn't sure at all. He stood his ground either way, taking a moment to compose himself. "I was dumped in some place called the Northern Lands. I started looking there, but none who I asked had heard of them, and they pointed me this direction in order to meet up with other warriors. Apparently this is some kind of ritual combat trial happening here?" He said, not fully understanding the meaning behind the World Martial Arts Tournament at all. "If they kept their senses, they would probably have wandered this way as well, power attracts power, and it is what any of us would have done." He added.
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Post by Cayle Pota on Aug 22, 2021 14:40:33 GMT -8
Cayle took his time getting to the trio on the peninsula, because while he was on a jetski he was keeping the speed low enough to keep it from interrupting his hearing – Saiyans had excellent senses and as such even from distance he could pick up what they were saying. Which is why when they were finished he simply bolted out of the water; carrying the jetski with him as he flew towards the group. Holding it with one hand as if it was a lunch pail, the sovereign of Ensalada Island hovered over the beach slightly.
Here, dressed as he was in the sleekest and most modern of the body suits which went with advanced armors which Capsule Corp offered; built in the style of old Sadalan armors in some way, he stood; with cowboy boots on his feet making it look a bit strange.
“The World Martial Arts Tournament, the Earth's greatest gathering of martial artists. It occurs every three years to determine the greatest martial artist on Earth; they once called it the Greatest Martial Artist under the Heavens tournament. Is that what they suggested to you? Because it's possible that your soldiers may be there; but if that's the case...”
Images of one or two of this strangers' soldiers wrecking havoc in the southern islands or elsewhere flashed through his mind's eye, as did other possible eventualities. They would be caught unawares if a ISLET squad decided to drop in on them and capture them for experimentation, or any number of other things.
He had read enough about the vassalization “Planetary Trade Organization” that had come after the ascension of King Vegeta III and of the sort of jobs that Saiyans had been forced to do in that mercantile and mercenary organization. Even the contract work that they did for the PTO during the 1st and 2nd King Vegetas' was nothing to be happy about. He could think of the threats they might prove to the denizens of the southern islands and the threats that Earth might provide them.
“If what you say is true, Renkon.” he didn't speak with uncertainty as he said it, a would-be monarch of any group of Saiyans couldn't afford uncertainty in action or thought. “Then we need to make sure you are prepared for the World Martial Arts Tournament, yourself. If you get high enough within one of its divisions, you might be able to catch your squad's attention, and it's better if you do than if we risk allowing the Tuffle Science Executive and ISLET capture them.”
He wasn't sure if a Saiyan of Renkon's era would know of the threats of the Tuffle Science Executive, but assuming someone was not knowledgeable was a good way to insult them.
“But I skipped pleasantries. I am Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, himself the son of Potaset Potaset. The very same Potaset Potaset whom lead the Clan Pota to the Pota Valley on Planet Plant- Planet Vegeta in your time, after the exodus and and the same Potaset Potaset who was the son of Potaset Pota, the very Potaset Pota who was the son of Pota Onio, who was himself was the son of Pota the Proud.” He said it without slowing or taking a breath, there was an almost ritual cadence to it, the old, old way a Saiyan would say their name. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Renkon. You may have already introduced, but this is Konja of Clan Korm, my second, and this.” he eyeballed Barlei, “Is the former Lieutenant Barlei of the Army of King Vegeta the 1st. A bit of a rude layabout that doesn't even show proper thanks to the people who saved him from a Tuffle Science Executive bunker.”
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Aug 27, 2022 20:29:38 GMT -8
"But if we won, then surely we are no laughingstock!" At least the race as a whole was not. Even Prince Vegeta, that is, Vegeta IV, son of Vegeta III, sired by Vegeta II, progeny of Vegeta I who led the Saiyans to victory over the Tuffles, had chosen to grace this world with his presence at one time. The cape Cayle had claimed for the throne of Ensalada showed that their people's influence was no longer restrained to a single world. And perhaps this... Planet Trade Organisation, though not the ideal arrangement, somehow paved the way for a Saiyan rise to prominence throughout the universe? Maybe she should start reading up about that situation as well. Barlei seemed to think very lowly of them, while Renkon explained having joined out of necessity rather than a higher calling like honour, duty, or opportunity. "Were the managers of this trade organisation dishonourable? It sounds like this... empire of Cold did not just allow you to do what you wished. Did they force you to protect unreasonable merchants, rather than find more fulfilling battles?" Maybe they could have been used to hunt bandits, for example... But regardless of what unfulfilling work they had, Renkon and his crew had to put up with it, because it paid for their village's survival. With the ravages of the war, the fishing had gone bad and the village's lives were as much at stake as their livelihood. Konja briefly wondered how the Tuberosum Valley fared after the war ended. If the river was still enough to support the villages. If the fish in the lake were still big. If the roab still roamed freely in the badlands... That was when that familiar power level flared up. None other than the King of Ensalada, who would soon make his presence known. For now, she could perhaps say something about what she knew. "I think I know of what you speak. A nearby island, Papaya, hosts a game of combat every few years to test the most powerful warriors on the planet. And..."She did not have time to finish, as Cayle finally arrived. Konja immediately knelt and bowed her head. "Hail the King of Ensalada!"Yes, she was his childhood friend. But she was also raised to respect titles. Barlei would insist on his status as a former lieutenant in King Vegeta's Army. But he would always be a lieutenant to her. Though his dynasty was nowhere in sight, the scions of King Vegeta would be addressed rightfully as prince or princess, should she meet any. And Cayle was Cayle, yes, in more private times. But this was not the two of them sparring or just chatting over the fundamentals of entrepreneurship in his Taco King office. A guest had arrived, and he needed to be given his due respects. And so Konja stayed there until he had finished his more detailed explanation of the World Martial Arts Tournament and his proposition to the newly arrived Renkon. She stood only upon his mention of her name and station. To be the King's second was a complex position. To her simple mind, it might be similar to the relationship between a shift manager and general manager, if she were using the increasingly familiar terms of the Taco King establishment... [551/2106] Cayle Pota Renkon Barlei
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Post by Barlei on Aug 29, 2022 4:33:22 GMT -8
Barlei folded his arms, a hint of a scowl touching his lips as he met Renkon's gaze and listened to the fellow soldier's reasoning. It was distasteful in Barlei's mind - serving the Planet Trade Organization. In truth, he knew very little about the organization, having been taken by the TSE some time before their subjugation of the planet and conscription of many Saiyan warriors. But he could understand the need for survival; he felt it every day, little pieces of who he used to be slipping away in light of this pressing new world. He could relate with all of his being to the sort of desperation that comes with adapting to one's dire circumstances. And he couldn't disparage the man for caring for those whom he felt responsible for. "You don't owe me any sorta explanation, Renkon. You did what you had to do. I'm sure your men and all those under your charge appreciated your efforts. Working for an organization like that... talk about swallowing your pride. I commended you for that. I don't think I'd have the balls for it." The conversation could have been considered pleasant... if Cayle hadn't bothered to crash their little rendezvous. The self-proclaimed Saiyan king arrived in spectacular fashion, looming over the trio, a regal cape framing his shoulders. Cayle introduced himself with the lengthy, traditional introduction he always did when he thought he was being formal and fancy. Barlei rolled his eyes, sighing at the display. The old rules didn't apply to this new world -- it was the harshest lesson his new existence had taught him. Why cling to the old ways of the past? He could accept he was no longer a soldier. As strong as Cayle was -- and there was no denying that strength -- he was deluding himself if he truly thought himself some sort of king. "This rude layabout gets the job done when and where it counts." Barlei made it a point to ignore the part about his lack of gratitude toward those who rescued him from the bunker. What was there to be grateful about? Try as he might, he'd never fit in this world. "You busted me out, so I help you bust out others. That's all the thanks you'll get from me." He never bothered to hide his irritation about the entire ordeal -- moreso because he KNEW he was indebted to their group, and he hated owing anything to anyone. Konja knelt in the presence of her king, head bowed in silent admiration and sworn fealty the likes of which Barlei hadn't seen since the last time he laid eyes on his true king, Vegeta I. He turned away, arms folded, staring out at the restless waters lapping and frothing against the sandy shores far below their rocky outcropping. It was despicable. "Konja, a fine warrior like you shouldn't grovel. Your actions are proof enough of your loyalty. Besides we don't have time for that -- we gonna put this guy through the ringer or what?" Barlei faced the group again, his typical smirk returning. "At a glance, he isn't tournament ready. Let's take a few swings at the guy and see what he can do."
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Post by Renkon on Sept 2, 2022 9:08:25 GMT -8
The current leader of the Saiyans, the King of the Displaced Warriors, had arrived in the area he was at. It was something he had not yet realized was still possible. This being was massively powerful, at least if you take into account of everyone's reaction around him, and when this King spoke, Renkon nodded along, slowly taking a knee as well. For one to be called king was one thing, but to be called a proper rule and to have subjects proper was something that he could respect. His eyes lowered, something he didn't exactly like doing. Like Barlei, he knew King Vegeta, though it was further down the line than probably expected. He took a slow breath, finally looking up at the trio around him when they mentioned him not being tournament ready.
"So the combat game that was mentioned by Konja is something that is happening soon?" He asked, looking between them all and wondering what they meant. There was much in the way he needed to learn of this world in as short of a time as possible. "While it pains me to ask so many questions... Perhaps you have heard something King Cayle Pota, perhaps you have learned of any other Saiyans who displaced by a different means. I was part of a team, The Iron Spear Squad. When we were cleaning up a world, we got attacked by something I don't really understand. Pushed through time, and I have arrived here. I hope perhaps my crew has arrived here as well. Do you know of any who have?" He asked, looking to Barlei, Konja, and Cayle.
So many questions, so much to figure out, and with this world already being so far in the future from what he is used to, it was like walking through a door into a house you didn't know. He looked at the group slowly, wondering where all this would go. "As for this... Putting me through the ringer... If it is simply testing my powers... I find myself rather drained after shattering the barrier that once enclosed me. I am a shadow of what I once was. I can still fight, but it seems a lot of things are lost to my mind. Give me enough time, and I should be able to restore this weakness." He said, admitting his faults and being prepared for any kind of... Well he wasn't sure. Before if he had admitted this, he would be given nothing short of mockery and potentially being outright sent away for this kind of display. If he was able to bridge the gap a little, to push himself to a proper point in terms of power, he might be able to be more useful to everyone around him, and maybe get some more answers.
For the moment however, his eyes moved across the group, trying to figure out any emotions, trying to get some kind of read upon them and learn what he could. If any of them were going to spar him, he was going to need to be ready in an instant, to push himself to his limit right out of the gate. With any luck, he would at least have a little bit of warning before hand and be able to get a little warm up in before he did anything. If not then he would simply improvise.
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