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Post by Zukkah on Aug 27, 2022 19:33:34 GMT -8
Fight! Fight! Fight! | 5 Star Mission (10000 Words Requirement)- South City has a fight club. It’s not even exactly secret about it, given the fact it has concessions, and more but it also has a great pool of cash for its winners. This time the Fight Club has a special situation set up. Team night! Hit up the hit fest with a friend.
Once again Zukkah was drowning his emotions with alcohol at a nearby bar all by himself. One after the other, the saiyan continued to pound down the cold brew with ease without a care in the world. He was not your normal saiyan bent on killing and a love for war but instead, Zukk was calm and very quiet. He didn’t enjoy talking unless it meant getting drunk or possibly taking a woman back to his bar for other activities. Other than that, he didn’t really care about much or anyone for that matter.
With it only being mid-day and Zukkah already feeling a bit tipsy, he decided that he would go about the city and see what he could get into since he wasn’t originally from this area. The shirtless saiyan pulled the Zeni needed from his sash and tossed it on the table, before turning from the bar and finally taking his leave. He was new to the area so naturally the saiyan would just wander around and look at each of the buildings as he past them on his walk.
After a few short miles of walking, Zukkah stopped at a shop along the sidewalk, glancing in at the bulletin board that was posted up against the glass. There were a bunch of job listings, housing ads, and even babysitting ads. The one that caught the attention of the saiyan, was the ad which stated there was some sort of small fighting tournament being held not too far from here in a Casino, but the fighting would be held underneath in a small stadium built for this kind of thing. There were concessions for food and drinks, along with marketing merchandise that was sold within several different vendors throughout the building. The main thing that caught his attention was the fact that there was a reward for the winners of the tournament.
Zukkah wasn’t the best fighter and didn’t know anything about martial arts, but he was motivated by Zeni, and that reward was enough to get him pumped up and ready for some action. Maybe the fact that Zukkah was drunk would be a good thing because he may not feel the beating nearly as bad as he would if he were sober. Either way, he knew that this was going to be a fun adventure whether the outcome of the tournament. He stumbled into the building, trying to push the door open instead of pulling as it says on the door. "Awe, C’mon!" He said, stumbling back while holding on to the door. It pulled open as he held on, but the saiyan continued to stumble back until he fell straight on his ass.
As he shook off the embarrassment and pain that came with the fall, Zukk finally stood to his feet and made his way inside to pull the tab of paper off the bulletin board, so he knew exactly where to go. He couldn’t help but to smile at the golden gem he had found, causing him to walk out the small shop in a hurry and look for the right place to go. As he looked up from the piece of paper another smile lit up his face. The lights from the Casino glared from across the street with people flooding inside the rather large building. "Yooo, looks like I found the right place." He mumbled, followed by a short series of hiccups, almost causing him to throw up in his mouth.
The saiyan drunkenly walked across the street without paying any attention to the vehicles coming from both ways. He narrowly escaped the oncoming traffic and safely made it across without getting squished to death. Zukk stepped in line and didn't care that he cut, but as he finally made it inside after a long wait, there were two entrances. One that led to the Casino and one that led to the Tournament, so obviously the drunk warrior made his way into the Casino only to get thrown out for talking to one of the waitresses inappropriately. He growled in anger only to shrug it off and finally make his way into the area where the tournament was being held.
"Damn.." He said in a sobered up soft tone of voice. Zukkah noticed that the room seemed to be filled with a lot of strong fighters and some that even looked incredibly intimidating. It didn’t scare him one bit but instead it gave the warrior a sense of pride, knowing that he would be fighting for more than just a reward of some sort. "I am not sure how this works, but I guess I should get in line. It seems that the others are getting a number and whoever picks the same numbers will be partners." He mumbled to himself, before finally making his way to get in line.
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Post by Renkon on Aug 28, 2022 23:45:17 GMT -8
Wandering across a world was a good way to learn about their people, assuming you weren't being sent to put out the fires of their society, and it was a good way to experience much more life in general. He had been walking around the place known as South City, somewhere he had only quickly passed through. The weeks he had been on this world, he covered more ground than the average human ever did in their lifetime, and really, the world wasn't all that bad. It wasn't until a flier had been pulled off the wall partly and fluttered that his train of thought was broken, snapping him back to reality as he looked at the paper. A fight club, a chance to once more flex himself and see what he really had within himself and if he could break those limits. He wasn't nearly as strong as he once was, but...
He pulled the slip of paper off, looking at the address and moving slowly through the city, it took a moment to reach the casino and fight club in one. He had seen someone drunkenly wander across the street, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a car when he wandered through the doors. It had taken them a moment get inside, and the drunken person was no where to be seen. It wasn't long before a bodyguard for this fight club had spotted him, pointing him over to the line to wait in. Everyone was being assigned a random number, given this slip of paper, and told to go to a massive board. That board would have the fights listed on it, who was paired with who, and what they would be doing for the sections between the matches. It seemed that if you did well in the brackets, you got treated rather well between them.
It was a nice little deal. You got the money this world used, you got some fame among various groups, and you got to get some good fighting in. If he climbed the ladder with his partner, he could live rather comfortable while dealing with this group. He smiled a bit, getting the number he was assigned and walking down the small pathway. He suspected he knew how this was done, the small device the man was playing with as each person walked up was a communication device, he saw the out dated scouters in the crowd, so someone was feeding them information. While Renkon was suppressed, he suspected they had a way to check that out, to see who would be a good match against who. With that in mind, he offered the paper to the person standing at the board. He was placed in one of the blocks with his name.
Block six, he was alone in it at the moment. A team had already been filled, and everyone was being put into places all around him. He wondered what was going to happen. Would they pair him with someone who was weaker than he by a massive degree and he would be told to protect them? Would they be stronger and he needed to keep up? He wasn't sure, but really, it was the basic idea that excited him. Creatures and aliens of all kinds milled about, meeting in teams and he saw the bench that was labeled with a six on it. Walking to that, he sat down and looked over the rules. He rubbed his chin, by accepting to be here, you were willing to risk death. There was nowhere in this little booklet that said he couldn't kill his foes, but he wondered how that would be viewed in general. Renkon was a dangerous fighter after all.
Across the way, he saw someone else playing with a blade, standing in the arena pit. It appeared to be a simple exhibition match, some kind of grudge being held between the two aliens, lashing at each other with energy attacks and weapons. They did serious battle, and Renkon watched as the attacks all lashed at, nearly lethal several times, and it was clear these two were down there to kill each other. The humans in the crowd were eating it up however. Cheering for their favorite alien, calling out when their personal hero was battered back with boos, crying for victory when they fought back. It was a simple thing, and he smirked a bit. He also saw the smaller people running around, taking money from various people as the rooster was slowly announced. Battle brackets being shown with a simple, somewhat grainy image of each fighter who was going to show up after the round was over, and several people were taking bets, bringing back small slips of these papers to show the odds, the chances with how much money they could win. Renkon smiled a bit, knowing he was going to put on one hell of a show for them.
WC: 824 Thread WC: 1,635
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Post by Zukkah on Aug 29, 2022 13:41:31 GMT -8
As Zukkah found himself standing in line and waiting to get a number, he couldn’t help but to think back to the last time he even had a legit fight. It took the drunken warrior longer than usual to bring back the memory of the time he was up against a large gang on his own. In an instant, the saiyan could feel the car flipping and spinning before it smashed against the ground, sliding across the concrete until it came to a complete halt. The memory broke free from his mind as one of the fighters behind him was telling him to move because the line had shortened up since he went into his own memories deep in the crazed mind of the saiyan.
Zukkah was still tipsy and just nodded before stepping forward and waiting some more. He glanced around the place and noticed that more and more people kept piling up in the line, meaning that he would have time to rest between fights so he could conserve his energy for the following rounds. With the line moving forward once more, the saiyan pulled the flask from out of the back of his sash and began to take a long swig from it, before quickly twisting the cap back on then putting it back as he continued to move forward with the line.
Just before the shirtless saiyan was about to get his number the lights began to dim down a bit, while an unfamiliar voice rang out from the speakers that were set up all around the small stadium. "Remember, once you get the number to find out who your partner is, make sure you find where you are to be placed until your number is called. Once you hear your number being called, that means it is time for you and your partner to get to the ring for your fight. The first round will begin shortly, so grab a drink and a snack so you don’t miss a thing! Good luck, fighters!" The male voice stopped, then all the chatter began to liven up once more around the stadium.
The saiyan gave a light grunt and stepped forward once more. He grabbed the paper that was being handed to him, then continued on to see several different species and races mingling with one another. It almost made Zukkah smile but he was drunk and feeling less and less with more time that past by, so he glanced down at the paper and saw the number six, followed by the rules of the tournament. His vision was already a bit blurry, especially when he tried to read any type of small writing. Lucky for him, Zukk was able to read the number in bold and didn’t have to go around and embarrass himself with a dumb question.
When Zukkah ventured forward some more he came to the area where the fighters were being held. He walked slowly before glancing left and right every so often to make sure he could get a look at some of the fighters he may have to go up against. Before he knew it, Zukkah found himself in front of block six with someone already inside. The shirtless saiyan gave a respectful nod to the man sitting and watching the first round fighters go at it. It was electric to say the least but Zukk was not impressed with what he had seen so far. "Heh, what are the chances of this. They put two saiyans together in a tournament. Must be clueless to what we live for. Name’s Zukkah, by the way." He spoke, before finally taking a seat and glanced over to see what was going on in the match.
At first, smoke filled the area, and the fighters were unable to be seen. Zukk used his senses to finally track them down, only to find them high above the cloud of dust and smoke. They seemed to be attacking physically for the time being, which caused Zukkah to put his attention back on his partner for the time being. "Was it the reward that brought you here or was it the thrill of the battle us saiyans crave so desperately?" He asked in a soft tone, before pulling the flask out once more and taking another long swig of it. Zukk finished drinking for now and wiped his face dry, then offered a drink to his partner with a gesture from the flask. "Feel free to drink up. Who knows, might help you out there."
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Post by Renkon on Sept 1, 2022 18:30:28 GMT -8
It didn't take long for someone to arrive by his side. Someone who was also a Saiyan from what he said, causing him to smile a little bit. "Good to meet you Zukkah, I'm Renkon. They might be clueless, or they might give us a real fight or two. Make it so the crowd is able to make real bets." He offered up, looking across the way as the battle continued to rage. Neither side had really made any advancement, and it almost looked like a staged battle, one that had been set up well before hand. When the question was proposed of what he was doing here, he couldn't help but smile a bit wider than he had been before. "Why am I here? To learn about the world, the fighting realm on the world, and simply maybe see about getting my name out there, try to find my crew. What about you?" He asked, looking at the flask for a moment before taking the offered item and a quick swig. "I doubt it will help take the edge off, but you never know." He said, shaking his head a bit.
This world was already a strange place, but finding more Saiyans gave him hope he could find his crew, or maybe someone who knew what happened to them after his defeat. It had been a few lifetimes at this point, he hoped they had the might in order to defeat the barrier like he had at that point as well. It had nearly drained him to nothing, but he got away. The match before them finally reached it's end, one side surrendering and a man walking down into the stage while they did some quick clean up. "Any chance you know of any Saiyans from when the PTO had first collected us, would you?" He asked Zukkah. It was a long shot, but maybe he did know something. The world already was filled with odd bits and strange events, so no one could really say how things might turn out.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for the wait! It is time to get down to our main events. Tonight is doubles night! We have fighters from all over the world here to do battle. The rules are simple, as long as both members of the team are breathing, and one of them is standing, that team advances to the next round. Four victories makes your team the champions of the evening! If you have any questions or concerns, please speak to one our many representatives. And as always, there is a massive betting pool, with odds updated each and every match. The winners will be rewarded with plenty of riches and a space upon our wall, potentially to return for the winners circle tournament!" The announcer called out, Renkon looking to the board that lit up overhead to show the next fighters into the ring. It wasn't them, not yet.
"While I know you are a Saiyan, how much battle experience do you have? Some people were non-combatants while I was still part of everything, aiming to work on the logistics of everything, while others were able to keep supply lines going. From the way you look, you look like a fighter, but this world has shown me this isn't always the case." He said, wondering that this Zukkah had up his sleeve when it came to abilities in general. Perhaps there was more than met the eye to this one. Perhaps there was abilities he had not seen yet. Only time would tell. His eyes fell to the warriors who had entered the arena. They appeared to be real warriors at first, dressed in simple armor with simple weapons. The battle was short lived, the other team simply had better teamwork, working together in a way that the first team didn't expect. It was an example of warriors using what they had, instead of some gimmick in order to get victory. They pushed themselves to their limit nearly as soon as the bell rang, showing the misfits had more in common with true soldiers than any of these rag tag warriors on the bench. Renkon couldn't help but feel that he was going to put on quite a show as long as Zukkah had more than met his eye. It would be a fun battle otherwise.
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Post by Zukkah on Sept 3, 2022 18:39:30 GMT -8
Zukkah continued to sit there with his partner, watching the fights going on in front of them. It was nothing special for the saiyan right now because this was normal for his kind, and even normal for Zukk himself. Being an ex-con, the tall saiyan wanted to change his ways but instead, he found himself drowning his emotions with alcohol on a daily basis. It wasn’t something he wanted to do, but it helped him remove those bad thoughts with complete emptiness that left him expressionless most of the time.
With Renkon taking a swig from the flask, a smile rose across the face of the tall saiyan. "It’s something I brewed up at my bar and should kick in pretty fast. But do not worry, it shouldn’t affect you too much." He spoke softly after hearing how it wouldn’t take the edge off. Zukk knew that it would more than likely affect the saiyan more than normal but he kept quiet for now. "As for why I am here, I need the Zeni to build another bar. I want to eventually build a chain of them around the area. Everyone deserves an ice cold brew after a long day." He paused for a moment to look at the fight going on.
The fighters in the arena were giving it their all and putting everything into each attack they threw at one another. Zukk was rather intrigued with the power he was witnessing from both fighters, causing him to glance back over for a brief moment to continue speaking to his partner. "What kind of crew are you looking for, exactly?" Zukkah grabbed the flask back from Renkon and took another long swig from it before looking back at the prospects in the arena with a small smirk forming.
As the announcer spoke, Zukkah looked up at the board that lit up with the next fighters. It wasn’t them, so he continued to drink from the flask. He was completely smashed at this point and beginning to get impatient. "C’mon, this is b-bullshit! I just want to fight." He called out with the flask now raised above his head. He pulled his hand back down to his lap and shook his head. He was bored and had to watch yet another fight, except this one was the start of the doubles tournament, meaning they would be able to step into the arena and display their power in front of the lively crowd.
Just as Renkon began to speak, the drunken warrior looked over at him and began to see two of him for the time being. "Damn." He thought to himself, as he was now feeling more intoxicated than earlier in the day. He shook it off for a moment and nodded. "Ha! I’m a flighter!! Been whoopin’ ass since, uh, like, a long time ago." He finished speaking with a hiccup and put his attention back on the fighters in the arena. It was all a blur and at this point Zukk knew that he may have to rely on his senses for him to even compete tonight.
As you could tell, Zukk was not worried about power or the strength of those around him, he was only focused on the alcohol and trying to numb the pain within. Fighting was another way of subbing the pain in his mind with pain everywhere else. It wasn’t as good of a substitute as the constant drinking, but he knew that it would help regardless. His attention was then put back on Renkon for a short time. "I don’t have ta ask ya dat question. The sclars tell me ebberyting." The drunken words were scrambled and the saiyan had no idea because it all sounded normal in his mind.
It was then that the first round of the tournament was finished and the board lit up again with another set of warriors followed by the faces and names of Zukk and Renkon themselves. The time had come and Zukkah finally put another smile on his face. "Ass kickin’ time." He said, before pushing on his knees with each hand and stood from the bench to only stretch out for a few seconds. Zukk stepped forward and began to make his way towards the entrance of the arena, hoping that Renkon would follow his drunken lead.
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Post by Renkon on Sept 3, 2022 19:23:58 GMT -8
Listening to Zukkah, he smiled a bit as the brew did indeed start to do it's stuff. He rolled his shoulders as his body slowly relaxed, for the first time in probably ever. "Fair enough about everyone wanting a brew after a long day." He said, watching the warriors down below before the question was asked about what kind of crew he was after. How to properly explain it? He took a slow breath and spoke. "My crew. My personal crew. Before I arrived on this world, I had only recently left Planet Vegeta on a mission with my crew. We were... Ambushed by some aliens with odd powers. I was thrown into the future. I'm looking for the rest of them." He explained it as best as he could. "I'm attempting to increase my fame on this world. Maybe it will be enough so they can see me, and travel to me."
In truth, he was glad the other Saiyan was indeed a fighter. He didn't need to carry him on his back to win this. Renkon looked at his scars for a moment, a lifetime of battle, and he had several more hidden away on his body. He had been a bloody mess so many times in his life, on the verge of death only to be saved by those around him. Stitched up and healed enough to fight another day. He looked to the ceiling as the man had given into his booze, and Renkon heard the call to battle. He took a deep breath, sitting up and popping his neck. He wasn't really warmed up, having expected to wait a bit longer, but that didn't matter now. Perhaps they randomized it so they could get into battle sooner. Zukkah had already started to move, and Renkon was right behind him.
Renkon looked at their foes. Another set of aliens perhaps? One looked like the wild wolves he had seen in the North when he arrived on this planet. Covered in hair, long teeth, sharp claws. The other one seemed to be some kind... Stripper? Half exposed in their simply fitting clothing. A large set of beads around their neck, a bald head, flowing, robe like top with only one arm covered, and simple pants. He wasn't fully sure what this meant, but really, he didn't care. As they walked down the stops, Renkon let go of any and all restraints he had on his power, letting the full scope of his strength be felt in the ring, wanting to be seen as walking doom. He didn't know how these people would respond, but really, he didn't care. Fear was worth it, so was anger, it would make them unable to defend themselves properly.
As he reached the bottom of the landing, he opened his hand, making a blade like weapon from his energy, covering his hand and forearm. It wasn't finely shaped, it didn't need to be, the edge of it would remove life as any real blade would, but instead, he simply got ready to fight. "If you want... Take the stripper. I'll deal with the wolf." He said, standing next to Zukkah and lowering himself into a combat stance. The wolfman, for his credit, seemed to snarl at Renkon, ready to lunge but waiting for the bell. The bell did ring a second later, Renkon launching himself forwards with probably more force than was needed, like a train bursting through a small barrier, and his eyes remained focused on the wolfman.
This one, again to his credit, barely avoided the strike that Renkon had launched, several hairs flying into the air as he roared out, lashing at Renkon like a feral beast. The strikes did... Nearly nothing, not even tearing the clothing he was wearing. Cupping his hand, he pooled energy in his palm, slapping it against the exposed side of the beastman and knocking him off to that side as it exploded. This was something he was working to perfect, simply using his energy as a means to lead into other things. Renkon rushed after the man, who threw out several simple energy attacks, which Renkon took head on, a small barrier forming around himself that seemed to soak the attacks with ease. He was like a man possessed, focused on his prey and refusing to see anything else. There was going to be no stopping him when he was really set on something or someone in battle.
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Post by Zukkah on Sept 4, 2022 14:27:11 GMT -8
Zukkah was sort of slouched over, almost as if he was trying his hardest to keep himself on his feet. With a grin crossing his face, he looked over at his partner with a slight nod. "After we kick some ass, I want to continue our little chat." He stated, before putting his full attention on their opponents who began to enter the arena. Zukk began to smile at what he was seeing with his own drunken eyes. One of them was a wolf of some sort and the other was possibly a human with horrible taste in fashion.
When Renkon raised his power completely, Zukk looked over a little shocked with the amount of raw power that was coming from his partner. Zukkah on the other hand liked to keep his power low until it was needed, which helped him reserve energy when he needed it most. But nonetheless, the shirtless warrior was indeed impressed with what he was feeling and gave a respectful nod to him once more, before the saiyan would look at their opponents and smirk.
Watching Renkon dart forward to take on the wolfman, Zukkah readied himself in a defensive position and eyed up the bald warrior across the arena. When the half naked woman rushed forward and came at Zukkah with a combination of punches, he stood there and took every single one to the face, only to be moved back a mere few inches during the process. The pain was there, blood pouring from his lip and a wicked smile stretching across the face of the tall warrior. "I think you fucked up." He stated, while swiftly powering up and pulling his right hand upward with a ball of ki inside, and slamming it against the side of the face of the bald warrior.
As the so-called stripper was smashed with the ki orb, she rolled to the left and crashed hard against the ground to a tumble until finally coming to a complete halt. The tall warrior began to chuckle maniacally at the damage he thought he had done to the being, but little did the saiyan know that the attack barely put a scratch on the bald fighter. She stepped out of the cloud of smoke and walked toward the saiyan seductively with a smile on their face. The shocked expression on Zukkah’s face would tell it all, he was unsure how they even survived the attack, let alone barely even took damage from it.
When the bald woman closed the distance between herself and Zukkah, she vanished from thin air and reappeared behind the tall warrior with a massive uppercut to the side of his ribs. His eyes widened from the surprise and shock of what happened, along with the pain that followed it all. He was lifted off his feet and up into the air. Before he knew it, the bald woman was above him with both hands slamming downward at his chest. The pain then doubled up and the saiyan was sent flying back down to the ground in agony before hitting the arena floor with a loud thud that echoed throughout the whole place. Things were not looking good for Zukkah for the time being and he was unsure how the hell these people are so strong. This was not what the tall warrior thought was going to happen, although it was a complete mystery from the start.
With the bal woman high above the arena floor, she hoovered there with her arms crossed against her chest and a evil smirk upon her face. He finally opened his eyes and saw the woman floating there, so he managed to lean forward and brush the dust from his bare skin and out of the newly opened wounds. "Nothing like gettin’ yer own ass kicked." He chuckled through the pain and stood back to his feet, while glancing over to see that Renkon was having his way with the wolfman. This caused the saiyan to grunt in anger and his power instantly began to rise from the anger he was feeling within. "Hmph, I got this." He stated in a soft tone, before pushing off the ground and aiming to climb to the same altitude as the woman.
When the tall saiyan finally met the eyes of the woman, he quickly dashed forward with a burst of ki trailing behind him. As he neared the woman Zukkah began to throw powerful hooks from the left and right, followed up with a swift spinning heel kick aimed at the temple of the being. She wasn’t ready for the switch in speed and power, causing each of the attacks to make contact and the kick missed her temple, but hit her jaw instead, which sent the female spinning and falling to the ground below. Was she knocked out, or even dead? Only a short amount of time would give us that answer.
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Post by Renkon on Sept 5, 2022 17:26:08 GMT -8
Zukkah was holding his own from the flashes he could see of their fight. While he was still getting knocked around, Renkon was confident in the abilities of the other Saiyan. He continued to chase the wolfman, seeing the pattern in his movements and shifting, slamming shoulder first into the warrior and knocking him into the wall. With this one against the wall, Renkon unleashed himself, and started to slam his fists into the poor wolfman, each blow bounced him off the wall, rebounding them into more punches and strikes. Renkon was relentless, and once he finally stepped away, it was clear the man was knocked out. Renkon took a step back, rolling his shoulders and looking at the minor damage he took from the brawl. It told him where his weak points might be, the holes in his defenses he still needed to seal up. With a shake of his head, he watched Zukkah now.
The strikes the other Saiyan landed at long last where simply beautiful to behold. Zukkah was indeed stronger than he appeared, and with the kick hitting her jaw, and not her head, he smirked a bit. The warrior woman spun into the ground at this point, knocked out to say the last, but it was enough for her to take a nap against the dirt. The bell rang, Renkon walked out, smiling as he did so. "Not too bad at all. Even in a half drunken state you are hiding your power enough to not kill anyone." He said, walking up towards their seats, and noticing that the number was not nearly up as high as before. The number they had been assigned was in a closer to the ring seat now. The bench wasn't some simple wood and steel either, instead it was a bit more plush. More padding added onto it, generally nicer over all.
"I see. So the more matches we win, the more things get tossed to us as rewards." Renkon said, reaching their assigned seating and pouring himself a glass of ice water to cool down with. He had worked up a sweat, but beating the bejabbers out of someone took energy. He knew he was going to need to eat something in a few hours. He was glad for the larger meal he had recently and he cracked his knuckles as he watched the next group wander in after the bodies had been removed on stretchers. It was a quick and easy battle for them, and watching the rest of the fights until it was their turn once more would be simple enough as well. It didn't seem like many of them would pose an real challenge to the Saiyan duo anyways. "If this level is all that we get, I shouldn't have gone as far as I did. That wolfman might not be walking tomorrow. I'd rather avoid causing more harm than I need to if I can help it. That attracts the wrong kind of attention."
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Post by Zukkah on Sept 6, 2022 12:56:07 GMT -8
As the dust cleared from around the bald stripper woman, Zukkah began to smile as her eyes were rolled back and her ki was still there, meaning that she was still breathing. The bell rang loudly, causing him to snap out of his complete mental focus to check on his partner. It was nice to see that he was still standing without much of any damage done as well. With a slight nod the saiyan looked up at the board as the announcer advanced them on it and began to make his exit from the arena with Renkon by his side.
The saiyans were appointed new seating, which was an upgrade to their last location they were watching the fights from. When the shirtless warrior took a seat on the soft cushion, he felt his body almost drop to the ground from how soft the new seats were. "Woah, I thought I was hammered and almost fell over, that’s how comfy these things are." He joked, grabbing the flask once more from the sash on his waist, pulling the container to his lips and chugging away again. Was it a problem? Of course. But was the saiyan ever going to stop this horrible addiction? Probably not, it is what’s keeping him going, keeping his mind from unleashing something in over a decade.
Anger was something that fueled the saiyans and helped them claim many victories over their opponents, but the anger within Zukkah was something he was terrified of because he couldn’t control it, it controlled him and caused him to lose himself completely, putting anyone he came across in danger. The tall warrior knew that he had to keep this power hidden, especially around people he genuinely cared for because if not, he would lose all control and possibly kill them in the process.
With the next fight going on, Zukkah leaned back in the seat and began to mentally prepare for the next event. There were bruises already on his face and body and some small scratches, but the saiyan never really felt the need to properly wrap himself up after fights because the pain was always fading from the constant alcohol abuse the saiyan did. There was never a moment when he was without alcohol, especially since he liked to keep a flask full of whiskey that he crafted from back at his bar.
Zukkah was not only comfortable in his new seating area, but he had felt confident in his own abilities and strength that he could hold his own until the final fight. Only time would give us the answer to that but as for now, he remained calm and continued to rest alongside his fighting partner. "Since we have some time before our next fight, mind elaborating more on the meaning of you were thrown into the future?" He asked in a soft tone, sipping from the flask once again. It was getting close to empty and that itself was a problem, one that Zukkah would have to deal with before the end of the night.
Word Count: 515 Total Mission Word Count: 6,429
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Post by Renkon on Sept 7, 2022 17:30:55 GMT -8
Renkon took a long drink of water, sighing a bit as he did so. These places never seemed to be the right level of comfort, and he wondered what Zukkah was really going to ask at first. Seeing him flop in the seat and then take a long drink from his flask made him smile. "Well, right to the point. Alright then. I am clearly from a different time. When I was on Planet Vegeta, the war was freshly over when the PTO arrived, and enlisted us to deal with various problems across worlds. I was part of the main groups heading out into space. Limited technology, a world ravaged by war, a need to feed ourselves, and a clearly stronger power offering us a choice, serve or die." He said, shaking his head. "I was part of the team known as the Iron Spear. We were among the first ones to attack worlds, to clear them out and make them ready for the empire to sell. It was... Not the most fulfilling of businesses. Fighting to take something over for your people is one thing, doing it as a business is another." He shook his head, walking to a seat and flopping down himself.
"When we attacked a small world, it seemed like it was going to be a quick job. Simple and direct for us. When we hit the first village, things went bad quickly. Some kind of shaman attacked us. At first they seemed weak, but there was something odd to it all. When we got them pinned down, they put a barrier around us, and threw us into the ground. When I was finally able to shatter that barrier, I found myself drained of nearly all of my power, and on this world, a few hundred years beyond where I had started." He said, picking up his glass and taking a drink. He looked to the board, showing that the ones who they were supposed to fight had dropped out, meaning they got to skip a battle. "Disappointing." He said, chuckling a bit. "But no matter. I'm looking for my crew, as I have said. Trying to gain enough fame and glory to attract those who might have knowledge on where my crew will find me. If I get enough of the money this planet uses I can also do the same, spend it on people who will seek out my lost brothers and sisters." He said, looking to the other Saiyan.
"It's never a lot to go on, but if I survived, they should have been able to survive as well. I was not much stronger than any of them, they could have broken the barriers as I had and made their way to this world, a place to hide and recover their strength. Maybe branch out and seek out others." He said, giving a small shrug. It wasn't much, but really, it was all he could hope for. "So that is my story. A man lost in time seeking out those he once called family in order to survive here."
Word Count: 516 Total mission word count: 6945
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Post by Zukkah on Sept 8, 2022 15:06:47 GMT -8
Zukkah remained seated with both hands slightly hanging over the armrest of the chair, while his focus was on every word that came from this saiyan from the past. Was he still drunk, or was his hearing correct? Maybe both. Something about his words felt true, as if the saiyan was speaking the truth and Zukk was so intrigued that he didn’t interrupt the man once. Even as Renkon finally took a seat, he continued on with more of an explanation.
Renkon finally finished speaking and Zukk reached forward for the water bottle on the table, only to twist the cap off and chug down the cold liquid. As he finished, the shirtless saiyan looked over with a slight nod. "A true survivor of our kind and an honest man as well. Not one soul would believe a word you just said, but I can sense the truth in your words. You’ve been through hell and back, literally." He responded with a short laugh. Zukkah didn’t know exactly what Renkon had been through as a whole, but he knows that this man feels empty without the ones he truly cares about. Maybe fighting was Renkon’s way of numbing the pain within, while Zukk had not evolved to that state just yet because he continued to drown the pain with alcohol of any sort.
Once the second group of fighters filled the arena, Zukkah finally put his attention on them, then the board above, and back down on the beings in the ring. One group contained what looked like human twins. Both were short with red spiky hair and the same black t-shirt along with the same jeans, shoes, and blue bandana. The other team were two alien lizard beings that wore heavy armor and possessed spiked clubs. "This will be interesting." He said, pointing to the others in the arena.
As the bell rang and the other fighters began to duke it out, Zukkah couldn’t help but to think of the homeworld of his race, wondering what it was truly like there, so he mustered up the courage and finally spoke again. "You said Planet Vegeta, this is the homeworld of us saiyans?" He asked curiously, looking over at Renkon with more than just curiosity on his mind. He wanted to know the truth of how or why he was even on Planet Earth, but that is something Zukk may never get the answer to.
The ground suddenly rumbled, and the shirtless warrior quickly looked towards the ring to see a cloud of dust in smoke filling the area. When it finally settled and the fighters could be seen again, the lizard people were bashing away at the lifeless bodies of the twin redheads. Seconds later, the announcer pointed out the winners of the round and advised that some of the workers get in the ring to clean it up for the next bout. "I think we’re up next, but it looks like we will be waiting some more." He sighed after speaking and finished off the cold bottle of water.
It didn’t take long for the employees to quickly get in the arena to clean it up, although the cleanup itself did take quite a while. Zukk was replenished and ready to go, hoping that his partner was feeling exactly the same. He stood from the chair and began to stretch out his arms and legs. "Once this is over, I think we might have to test our strength out on one another. Plus, I may know my way around here, so I can help you look for your family." He spoke, looking over his shoulder to see how Renkon would react.
Word Count: 613 Total Mission Word Count: 7,558
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Post by Renkon on Sept 8, 2022 21:13:30 GMT -8
As he finished his story, Zukkah spoke about being willing to help him. That he was a true survivor of their people and an honest one at that. Renkon was many things, but a liar was not one of them. While he might withhold the truth from some who might seek it, but he was not one to lie about anything. He watched the alien lizards fighting the twins now, seeing how the battle was slowly shifting one way and another. It was not a lot at the moment, but they were really going all out against each other. The next question was about their homeworld, and it was one that was a bit of a sore subject, but perhaps the planet still existed... Perhaps it was fully healed now. Who knows? Looking at the arena as they were finishing off the twins, mostly the clean up part.
"Planet Vegeta, what used to be Planet Plant, was not the greatest of worlds to be on. I was part of a smaller village to the southern areas, the ones not in the war were trying to feed the Kingdom. Fishing and hunting the massive animals in the ocean. The war had... Not been kind on the world. The way the Tuffles did battle was very scorched ground. They did wide scale attacks, sweeping away massive numbers as fast as possible. It was only thanks to the Full Moon that we were able to win as quickly as we did. Having a planet full of raging Oozaru was not a good sight for the Tuffles. The red skies and sands matched perfectly that morning. Smoke rising from cities. It wasn't long until we were found after that." He said, shaking his head as he motioned to the ground level, they had finished cleaning up in short order. "Looks like it is our turn..." He said, taking his step forwards.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Thank you so much for waiting! Due to an oddity in the placement and the sudden vanishing of several other contestants, we are pleased to bring you, the final match!" The announcer called out, walking into the stand as most of it darkened. "On the blue side, hailing from swamps and locations to grim to note down, the diabolic duo themselves, The Thrasher Clan!" He called out, the lizard duo stomping back out to the field. Despite having only just done battle a few minutes ago, they seemed none the worse for wear. "And in the red side, hailing from the Southern Islands of the Saiyans, the fast fighting, strong willed, Saiyan Brothers! As you all know, betting windows are quickly closing. At this point, the odds are an amazing seven to one odds in favor of the Thrasher Clan. We have not seen odds like these since the days of boxing old! You have two minutes to lay your bets!"
Calling themselves brothers was a... Stretch... To say the very least. Renkon let it slide because it was simply for the sake of betting. He suspected the lizard like fools had done something like this before. The fact the Saiyans never moved from their perch helped a lot too. Renkon rolled his shoulders, and once more he was like a spring when it came to his power, unleashing everything all at once. His was still a shadow of what he once was, but he was not going to let that small fact slow him down. These fools were in his way, and he was not going to let them stop him from finding the people he needed to on this world.
Word Count: 602 Thread Word Count:8160
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Post by Zukkah on Sept 10, 2022 15:46:58 GMT -8
The tall saiyan stood there with his arms crossed against his chest, while listening to every word Renkon had to say about Planet Vegeta. It was the first time Zukkah had heard anything about his homeworld at all so it was kind of relieving in some way. It may not have been a peaceful Planet, but his ancestors used to live there and that was enough to intrigue the shirtless warrior. He could tell that it was a rough subject for his new comrade so he would stop with the questions for now and focus on their next fight.
As all the fighters were now in the arena and the announcer was introducing the teams, he called the saiyans brothers, which caused him to look over towards his partner and lightly shrug it off, before putting his full attention back on the lizard beings. Their clubs were very dangerous and it seemed that they relied on them heavily throughout the fight. This just means that Zukkah and Renkon will have to keep their distance, or strike when they find the perfect opening. Either way, the battle would be a great one and the audience would get their money’s worth, for sure.
The crowd was roaring with excitement and the sound alone was causing the ground to vibrate lightly. Zukk let a slight chuckle escape his lips as he stepped into a more offensive stance. "Let’s take care of business!" He called out to Renkon before powering up more than he did in the last fight. The white aura suddenly bursts out from his body to grow feet above his head and a smirk swept across his face in the process. The lizard across from him was batting the club against one hand, while the large spiky tail swung back and forth behind it.
It was at that moment when Zukkah pushed off the ground with his right foot and rushed across the ring in the blink of an eye with his left fist pulled back ready to strike. The lizard quickly spun around to allow its tail to side swipe the saiyan’s fist away. Just as that happened, the creature took the club and brought it upward in a massive swing to crash against the jaw of the shirtless warrior. He was no longer drunk and feeling rather annoyed, so he brought both hands down to block the club. Lucky for Zukkah that his hand and fingers missed the spikes coming out from the club.
The crowd was silent for a moment as they were unsure if Zukkah would make it through the first few minutes. They came back to life as the saiyan backflipped to gain some distance. "Damnit, this won’t be as easy as I initially thought." He spoke softly to himself as he was trying to come up with a game plan for the next set of attacks. The lizard didn’t move from where it was standing, instead it was just staring at Zukkah as if it was waiting for him to make the next move. The shirtless warrior smirked and allowed the white aura to flare up around his body once more, while putting both hands in front of him and firing off a barrage of ki blast aimed at the lizard.
Once again the crowd went silent as they saw the blast come from the hands of the saiyan. It was as if they were in a trance each time something extraordinary happened. Before they knew it, each blast began to collide into the armored lizard, causing smoke to burst from each explosion the ki blasts made. Zukkah knew if he waited to attack again, he may lose his chance at finding the right opening to try and end things. With that in the back of his mind, Zukk quickly flew forward through the cloud of smoke and punched the Lizard in the gut, which caused the being to be sent back and crash into the energy shield that protected the crowd from any of the attacks.
The battle was far from over and Zukkah knew this, so once again he began to power up even further beyond the time before and quickly fired off another set of ki blasts aimed at the beast. "HAAAAA!!!" He screamed out as he threw more power into each ki blast that was headed straight for the armored lizard. The blasts connected and a loud screeching noise was heard from the smoke that began to fill the corner of the arena. The shirtless saiyan thought he had won until he saw streaks of fire coming out from the smoke. It would vanish and reappear again in a new opening from the smoke. "Shit, that’s new.." He stated in a soft tone before stepping into another defensive stance for now.
Word Count: 800 Total Mission Word Count: 8,960
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Post by Renkon on Sept 13, 2022 16:30:02 GMT -8
Renkon walked with Zukkah down to the arena, ready for the full scale battle that was about to happen. He didn't fear what these warriors could do, instead he was afraid of what they might attempt to do. While he didn't care what happened to the crowd, getting them involved is the best way to drum up support, instead he worried about underhanded tactic use. He walked into the arena, looking at the duo that stood before them. His full power was unleashed, the weight of it causing one of them to buckle for a moment, before righting themselves, getting ready to fight back against the Saiyan duo. Putting two Saiyans together was often considered a terrible idea for those who enjoyed breathing. Renkon was going to make sure the warriors before him learned how much of a problem Renkon standing here was going to be for them, hitting his combat stance quickly.
As soon as it started, Renkon rushed at the same time as Zukkah, impacting his dance partner with his own blade of energy out, blocking the spiked club with the edge of it before shifting, kicking the lizard in the head and slamming him into the ground. Using that strike as a spring board, he landed on the back of the creature, flexing his legs and then jumping off him. Bringing down his blade in an attempt to impale the lizard man, only for it to roll away, swinging up in a way to parry his strike and sending Renkon spinning in the air. The attack didn't do anything before make him spin and land on his feet, taking a deep breath and looking over at Zukkah, seeing how he was doing. So far, so good on that front. Ramping things up now, Renkon went further into his power reserves, powering up and letting his energy burn around him.
It was... Oppressive for anyone who wasn't used to it. Smothering those who were weaker than himself as he walked forwards, the alien buckling a little bit under the weight of his power. "You made a terrible choice... Now you have to suffer for it... I won't say I am sorry, because I have reason to believe this is more divine justice than a simple accident..." He said, walking closer and closer to the lizard before it finally lashed out, Renkon avoiding the attack fully and shifting, slamming a hard punch into the lower ribs of the exposed part of the armor. He felt bones break against his fist, and he couldn't help but smile at this. It was a powerful enough blow that it took the wind out of the creature's lungs. With a shift, he avoided the half hearted counter attack, slamming his elbow on the wrist of the lizardman, knocking the weapon to the ground and kicking it away from them. Now he could cut loose without having to worry about that thing, and he took just that chance. When the Lizardman lashed at him, Renkon caught the arm, locking his grip and slamming his boot into the side of the warrior, the arm was removed with a sickening sound, like a wet ripping as the flesh was parted from the body. Renkon simply tossed the severed thing behind himself, walking towards the wounded lizardman.
"Wait wait! Have mercy on me!" He called out, making Renkon stop his advance for only a moment. The lashing out of the attack that followed would have caught someone off guard, but Renkon had expected deception. He was naturally paranoid from being on the front line for so long. The creature opened it's mouth and fired out some kind gunky attack, it had missed, landing on the ground and starting to dissolve the sands. Some form of acid perhaps? The fact it missed however, was not lost on it, and Renkon was right next to the lizard. Gripping it's head, he shifted, snapping the lizard's neck and then pulling hard. The bones seperated, the muscles tore, and Renkon threw the head across the floor, letting it skid to a stop only a few feet away from Zukkah and his foe. His fight was over, it was time for Zukkah to close out his battle.
Word Count: 705 Total Mission Word Count: 9,665
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Post by Zukkah on Sept 13, 2022 17:21:49 GMT -8
With the flames continuing to shoot out in several areas within the smoke cloud caused by the ki blasts, Zukkah knew that striking now would be his best bet because of the element of surprise, but there was always that chance of getting burnt to a crisp. It was at that moment when the sound of a thud came from his right, so he looked over and saw that Renkon had decapitated his opponent and threw the head over towards him. This was it, the moment the saiyan had waited for, causing him to wait even longer. This time, it was long enough for the smoke to clear and the armored lizard began to step forward with smoke streaming out its nose.
The crowd was roaring to life once more as they saw the head roll across the arena to a halt. Some of them were chanting for more, while others were shielding their eyes from the madness that was going on. Zukkah couldn’t help but to smirk and pull his right hand up just enough to where it was aiming at the lifeless head beside him. In the blink of an eye, the saiyan unleashed a single ki blast that turned the head into ash. "Don’t worry, you’re next." The smirk vanished from his lips as the saiyan began to sink down into his fighting stance.
As the stare down continued the crowd became silent, wondering what exactly would happen next with these two remaining warriors. They both pushed off the ground at the same time and the crowd lit up with excitement once more. As the pair closed the distance, the lizard shot out several balls of fire in his direction. He weaved in and out of the first few but was suddenly struck with the ball of fire, exploding instantly upon impact. The saiyan just growled in anger and burst forward once more. When he was a few feet away, the lizard attempted to bash Zukk away with the spiked club, but once again the saiyan managed to grab ahold of it without getting his hands pierced.
Once again there was the epic showdown, except this time Zukkah had the upper hand. The shirtless warrior took his left hand free and charge ki into his forearm, hand, and fingers before slamming it down upon the club and breaking it in half. With the piece Zukk was still holding in his right hand, he quickly moved in and stabbed it through the face of the lizard while kicking the lifeless being to the ground. The announcer quickly called the fight and congratulated the saiyans on their mighty victory, while giving them instructions on where to get their much deserved rewards. Zukkah gave a respectful nod to his partner before wandering off with him to get the reward.
Word Count : 469 Total Mission Word Count: 10,134
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