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Postby The Batavia » Wed Jun 14, 2017 8:34 am

Ranoria wrote:Ciel

Deciding that he could trust Bonnie and Aonori to play nice, Ciel left to check on Maxwell, whom had drank the ultra divine water that had very nearly killed him when he'd done the same thing. Surprisingly, the newbie wasn't entirely affected by it, or at least not visibly in the same manner he himself was. While Ciel's reaction to the water had almost caused him to erupt in a sea of power that he wasn't able to control, this was certainly the more preferable option as he stood and watched from the entrance to the temple.

"Well, I'm glad that you survived that ordeal." The warrior watched, noting that his fellow human had, indeed, grown significantly stronger, smiling, "Now, why don't we put that new power to the test?"

He knew that one Maxwell would now be able to sense his ki, which he was restricting a good deal to be around the same level as the other human, "Besides, I'm getting antsy, I need to train. So hurry up and get out here."

With that, Ciel uncrossed his arms, darting off into the skies outside, waiting for the newcomer to their group to join him in the air.

Maxwell

Maxwell felt... funny, to say the least. It was almost like he wanted to throw up, sick. But on the other hand he had an wierd feeling of intense power. He needed a moment on his knees. Once he got used to the feeling he got up, and looked at his hands. "This is... Odd..."

He could sense another source of powerfull ki, the same direction the voice of Ciel came from. Ciel wanted to train with him, it seemed.

Maxwell turned around. "Alright." He answered, floating up from the ground and flying towards the other human. Maxwell got into a fighting stance: Knees bended, his right hand clenched into a fist near his face and his left hand near his hip. "Let's dance."
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Postby Mundeo » Wed Jun 14, 2017 9:10 am

Narintia wrote:
Mundeo wrote:Bonnie Yukarde

Well, that glass did not fare ware against that blade. And she did not expect Aonori to come charging forward like that. The Saiyan must have been thinking ahead as well, but just how far ahead?

The time in between Aonori cutting through the wall and throwing her punch was enough for Bonnie to fade away and vanish. When the punch was actually thrown, all Aonori hit was air.

"You must be thinking, 'How does she do that?'" A voice spoke. Bonnie was now back on the other side of the wall, several feet away from Aonori. "Well, a magician never reveals her secrets"

The next moment, she extended her arm, firing a bolt of lightning at the Saiyan.

Aonori
'Fast!' She thought internally as her punch hit air. She heard Bonnie speaking behind her. "You're good." The Saiyan smirked. "But I'm better!"
She quickly moved out of the way of the lightning bolt. It barely missed her and scratched her skin.

"Over here!" She shouted , as she extended her arm and fired ki blasts towards Bonnie, while her blade was activated.
'When the time is right...'

Bonnie Yukarde

Bonnie turned in the direction of Aonori's voice and fired another lightning bolt. The projectile collided with one of the ki blasts, creating an explosion of smoke, but the rest flew right through to their target. The magician was able to jump back to avoid the first blast that came at her, but the second struck the ground right next to her, sending her flying in the opposite direction. She was soaring over the lush grass until she stopped herself midair, taking a shaky - but stable - flying position.

"Hmph. Lucky shot. But you probably didn't think I could fly, could you?" With a snap of her fingers, she summoned her own version of ki blasts: playing cards. They were small, but when you have fifty-two of them and you charge them up with some magic, they make for a great projectile. With a flick of the wrist, all of the razor-sharp cards were sent flying towards Aonori.
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Postby Britanania » Wed Jun 14, 2017 10:32 am

Future Sage

Interesting belief, Sage thought as she clenched her teeth. Sounds like Glacia wants me to be one of her pet projects or something. Probably wants to give me one of those weird mind control things, too. Well, over my dead body

"Sounds to me that Glacia wants a new trained monkey."




Future Spicer

As his energy attack blasted the Heran pirate away, Spicer allowed a slight sigh of relief as he caught his breath. The General sat down on the ground for a moment to rest as he lightly touched where Koba grabbed him before rising a few moments later.

Unlikely that killed him, but hopefully it will give me enough to time to--

Too late, Koba returned with a vengeance faster than Spicer expected. The Saiyan groaned in annoyance and entered a battle stance before Koba threw that infernal ball of energy into the area that exploded only to bathe him in an array of light, sound, and pain. Although he remained standing after the attack, his balance was slightly off kilter and far from stable. Still, in the face of the Heran, he smiled.

"T-that all you got?"
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Postby Finland SSR » Wed Jun 14, 2017 10:56 am

POV: Future Sallot

What?..

Why is Sage still like this? What's happened to her? Why is she still opposed to us?

"Sage, snap out of it!" I exclaimed, shaking the younger Saiyan girl a little. "You're crazy, Spicer is brainwashing you! But no, don't worry... We'll bring you back to the palace, we'll get you back up to speed, you'll calm down, I'm sure. I can't lose you, I don't have much in this Universe besides you anyway..."

I can't stay holding Sage down forever, though. Koba seems to be taking care of Spicer for now, but if he pushes the pirate back, I'll be alone again. Where the hell is Fawkes?
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Postby Ranoria » Wed Jun 14, 2017 3:55 pm

Ciel

"Well, it looks like you're able to control your power a hell of a lot easier than I was. That's good. Now, why don't we test it out? Don't worry, I'll play nice." A thin aura began to burn around him as he, too, adopted a fighting stance with a grin, this being the first time he'd have faced off with anyone besides Spicer or the androids in a good deal of time, a thin, translucent aura appearing about him as his power increased just enough to push the new user of divine ki.

"My move." With that, he burst forward, fist drawn back as if to strike Maxwell, and indeed did so, mechanical fist coming down hard towards his head while Ciel readied his other to move to protect his face in case of a counter.

I don't want to beat him into the dirt, I just want to see how far he can actually go.
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Postby Turmenista » Thu Jun 15, 2017 9:13 am

    The Future - Future Koba
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To his surprise, Spicer still stood tall, albeit with much less balance and torn clothing in some places. Spicer was known to be a tough motherfucker - aside from Sallot, he was probably the strongest Saiyan in existence as of now, but Koba was strong, too. There was no possible way that old Saiyan would just simply walk off his attack like it was nothing - but the Space Pirate knew that he had done well more than just "nothing." Spicer, already weaker and broken from his first attack, was letting off energy that Koba would've sensed to be from someone injured.

He was weak, tired, and - was that fear? Either that was fear, or Koba's energy sensing was off somehow. No matter. He simply kept striding towards Spicer, arms to the side, as the elder Saiyan flashed a grin him. "T-that all you got?" He heard him croak.

Koba stopped suddenly, his muscles bulging on his green skin as he balled his fist in rage towards his opponent. "No."

To Spicer, it first appeared as if Koba had simply disappeared into an afterimage of himself suddenly. Not even a second later, the Space pirate reappeared in front of Spicer, executing a roundhouse kick as his leg connected with Spicer's chest with an audible thump, flinging him into the Lunar sky. Koba wasted no time in blasting back off into the sky was he quickly caught up with Spicer, swiping his fists downwards in a pounding motion as if he were spiking a ball - Spicer, in this case - back down towards the earth below.

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Postby Narintia » Thu Jun 15, 2017 9:36 am

Mundeo wrote:
Narintia wrote:Aonori
'Fast!' She thought internally as her punch hit air. She heard Bonnie speaking behind her. "You're good." The Saiyan smirked. "But I'm better!"
She quickly moved out of the way of the lightning bolt. It barely missed her and scratched her skin.

"Over here!" She shouted , as she extended her arm and fired ki blasts towards Bonnie, while her blade was activated.
'When the time is right...'

Bonnie Yukarde

Bonnie turned in the direction of Aonori's voice and fired another lightning bolt. The projectile collided with one of the ki blasts, creating an explosion of smoke, but the rest flew right through to their target. The magician was able to jump back to avoid the first blast that came at her, but the second struck the ground right next to her, sending her flying in the opposite direction. She was soaring over the lush grass until she stopped herself midair, taking a shaky - but stable - flying position.

"Hmph. Lucky shot. But you probably didn't think I could fly, could you?" With a snap of her fingers, she summoned her own version of ki blasts: playing cards. They were small, but when you have fifty-two of them and you charge them up with some magic, they make for a great projectile. With a flick of the wrist, all of the razor-sharp cards were sent flying towards Aonori.

Aonori
"I never underestimate whoever I'm fighting. Well- unless her name begins with a S and ends with a T-" Why the hell did I think that the God's Blade would even work on the Legendary Super Saiyan? Wait... she's using the cards that a day ago we were using to play Blackjack...
"Salty that I won? Sore loser!" she shouted, then countered with fifty-two identically sized ki bullets. After firing the ki blasts, she pumped more energy into her blade.
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Postby Britanania » Thu Jun 15, 2017 10:22 am

Future Sage

The younger woman remained limp while Sallot violently shook her. A grimace crept onto her normally pretty face as she contemplated Sallot's words.

Yes, I have been the only friend you've had...and you were one of the only ones I had growing up, she thought with clenched fists and a look of mixed pain and anger on her visage. This whole thing is rotten

Sage looked away from the elder Saiyan for a moment to try to scan the battlefield for her father, but the debris and dust obstructed her view. She finally looked back at Sallot.

"Even if Koba's winning now, it won't last long," she told her former friend.




Future Spicer

Spicer's impact to the ground caused a large crater. Concrete, steel, and dust filled the air around him as he was buried into the street pavement. Slowly, however, Spicer rose out of the hole only to lose his balance and fall down again onto his knees, his body bruised, bloody, and beaten.

Okay, that's it--I can't afford to hold back any longer, Spicer mused as he looked up at Koba. Slowly, the Saiyan lifted himself to his full height.

"You should consider yourself lucky, Koba," he called up. "I was originally going to save this for Glacia. You've no doubt seen my Perfected Oozaru technique; this is a step beyond that."

Spicer unwrapped his tail from his waist and entered into a battle stance used for charging. The elder warrior gathered his energy closer to himself starting from his tail. His body began turning a dazzling white colour before growing in size--larger than a normal man, certainly, but much smaller than his full size as an Oozaru. He stood roughly 3 metres tall with the muscle mass to support him, and when the colour dissipated his features were quite ape-like; thick fur covered his body, although his armour stretched to accommodate his size, and his face was roughly ape-like in appearance but still Saiyanoid to an observer.

"What do you think?" he asked in a low growl before he lept into the air with incredible speed to deliver a punch at the Heran's body.
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Postby Finland SSR » Thu Jun 15, 2017 11:05 am

POV: Future Sallot

Sage finally stopped attacking the truth, instead finally calming down, even if anger and frustration crept up in her expression. Finally... Once Koba deals with Spicer, we'll bring her home.

Then she pointed out that the pirate's victory won't last long. I turned to the side and saw that Spicer had, in fact, transformed. He looked like a giant furry ape, though not as large as some other Saiyans used to transform into. And he himself looked crazy.

Fawkes! Where the hell is Fawkes?!

"No, no, he'll still win, I'm sure..." I managed to mutter out, frantically switching my focus from Sage to Spicer then back to Sage.

Where the hell is he-

"Okay, what kind of furry shenanigans are you up to here, Spice?" a voice suddenly echoed across the battlefield, and mere moments later, Fawkes leaped down from the sky, landing in the middle between Spicer and Sallot. He took a moment to glance towards Koba, and as soon as he saw him flying away from a punch, he almost gave himself a facepalm. "Couldn't wait until I take care of my business before you get your asses kicked?"
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Postby Britanania » Thu Jun 15, 2017 11:13 pm

Future Sage

The young woman smiled cockily as she felt the burst of energy.

"My dad is going to kick his pirate ass, and then he'll come for me."

He always does, and always has. Not even Koba can last long against the Ultimate Oozaru.




Future Spicer

The rush Spicer felt as his blow collided with the Heran's chest was pure ecstasy for the transformed Saiyan. The legends always claimed the Super Saiyan's thrill of battle grew in proportion to his strength, and while he never believed in the legend until David and his transformation Spicer knew any transformation had such an effect.

The elder warrior followed up with an energy wave to really send the message, but it was then that he noticed the fearsome Fawkes. Floating in midair, Spicer crossed his arms.

"So," he growled. "Finally shown up to the party"
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Postby Finland SSR » Thu Jun 15, 2017 11:24 pm

POV: Future Sallot

"I don't think so, we have a new challenger," I muttered.

Fawkes placed his hands on his hips, then cracked his neck a little in preparation for the fight. "Truth to be told, I never thought that there would be any party. I imagined the pirate and the girl would take care of you without a problem, but no, it looks like Papa Fawkes needs to show it how it's done." While saying those words, Fawkes eyed Spicer down, still confused by his new appearance, it seemed. I don't blame him - I am quite confused too. Since when did Spicer have this power?

"Well, while your girl and Sallot are making out or something - I have no clue why they're there - I'll take care of you myself." Fawkes commented, then clenched his fists, powering up to his full capacity, and charged head first towards Spicer, first aiming for the eyes.
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Postby Britanania » Fri Jun 16, 2017 11:09 am

Future Spicer

The Ultimate Oozaru gritted its teeth as Fawkes made his opening speech before charging at him at full speed. Spicer tensed his muscles and flared his aura as he prepared himself mentally and physically for the human's devastating blow--a punch with enough force to smash buildings and shatter landscapes.

You'll have to take this grist blow, Spicer told himself. Let him think he has the advanatge and don't show him your speed or power just yet

The punch hit Spicer between the eyes. For a good kilometre around the warriors the shockwave devastated what was left of windows and shattered loose concrete and blew away any remaining civilians. Spicer staggered back and fell to the pavement below to create a nice little hole when his frame collided with the concrete. After a few moments on the ground the monstrous Saiyan rose and responded with a punch of his own aimed at Fawkes stomach.
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Postby Finland SSR » Fri Jun 16, 2017 11:23 am

POV: Future Sallot

Fawkes snickered when Spicer got blown away by his attack, but the Saiyan struck back without a warning, pushing him back a few dozen meters and causing just as big of a shockwave as the last. He didn't stay down for long, and soon regained his composure, saying:

"That one was actually pretty nice. Maybe that fursuit actually helps you a little."

Fawkes continued his charge, moving forward to slam into the large ape-like Saiyan's chest, while at the same time releasing a couple of bolts of energy.

Good, they're distracted. This could be my chance. I stood up and lifted up Sage, still tightly holding her shoulders to make sure she doesn't run anywhere, then said:

"We have to leave, quickly."
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Postby The Batavia » Fri Jun 16, 2017 11:47 am

Ranoria wrote:Ciel

"Well, it looks like you're able to control your power a hell of a lot easier than I was. That's good. Now, why don't we test it out? Don't worry, I'll play nice." A thin aura began to burn around him as he, too, adopted a fighting stance with a grin, this being the first time he'd have faced off with anyone besides Spicer or the androids in a good deal of time, a thin, translucent aura appearing about him as his power increased just enough to push the new user of divine ki.

"My move." With that, he burst forward, fist drawn back as if to strike Maxwell, and indeed did so, mechanical fist coming down hard towards his head while Ciel readied his other to move to protect his face in case of a counter.

I don't want to beat him into the dirt, I just want to see how far he can actually go.


Maxwell reacted quickly, bringing up both his arms to protect his head. Ciel's iron fist (litterally) smashed into his arms. During this, Maxwell quickly lifted up right leg and kicked towards CIel's knee, intended to bring him out of balanced. Maxwell then grabbed his opponent, followed up by a knee strike towards the stomach.

It didn't matter if hit the strike or was blocked, Maxwell jumped back, into the air to get height superiority. The newcomer thrusted his open hand forward, making it rain ki blasts from his hand. These weren't normal ki blasts, however. They were orange, bigger and went way faster, looking like fireballs. The ki blasts that hit the ground left a small, flaming crater.
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Postby Britanania » Fri Jun 16, 2017 11:54 am

Future Spicer

The Saiyan warrior felt a rush of satisfaction as his attack not only knocked Fawkes away but even knocked him to the ground. A smile crept over his gruesome face.

"I've been waiting to do that for a long time," he grunted. As expected of the undead human, however, he rose up fairly quickly and looked poised for another attack. Spicer entered into another boxing position as Fawkes charged at him a second time. Spicer moved his left hand in to block the blow to his chest as he swung his right hook towards Fawke's helmet head, ignoring the bolts of energy. Spicer could see from his peripheral vision Sallot was taking Sage somewhere, but he had to focus on the task at hand.

If Sallot wanted, Sage would be dead by now. As soon as I'm done here I'll go and rescue her.
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Postby Ranoria » Fri Jun 16, 2017 7:24 pm

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Ranoria wrote:Ciel

"Well, it looks like you're able to control your power a hell of a lot easier than I was. That's good. Now, why don't we test it out? Don't worry, I'll play nice." A thin aura began to burn around him as he, too, adopted a fighting stance with a grin, this being the first time he'd have faced off with anyone besides Spicer or the androids in a good deal of time, a thin, translucent aura appearing about him as his power increased just enough to push the new user of divine ki.

"My move." With that, he burst forward, fist drawn back as if to strike Maxwell, and indeed did so, mechanical fist coming down hard towards his head while Ciel readied his other to move to protect his face in case of a counter.

I don't want to beat him into the dirt, I just want to see how far he can actually go.


Maxwell reacted quickly, bringing up both his arms to protect his head. Ciel's iron fist (litterally) smashed into his arms. During this, Maxwell quickly lifted up right leg and kicked towards CIel's knee, intended to bring him out of balanced. Maxwell then grabbed his opponent, followed up by a knee strike towards the stomach.

It didn't matter if hit the strike or was blocked, Maxwell jumped back, into the air to get height superiority. The newcomer thrusted his open hand forward, making it rain ki blasts from his hand. These weren't normal ki blasts, however. They were orange, bigger and went way faster, looking like fireballs. The ki blasts that hit the ground left a small, flaming crater.

Ciel

Clever bastard.

He managed to cross his arms in a block before the strike to his gut hit, but watched as Max flew off, wondering why he hadn't gone for a guillotine, and shook his head when the other human let loose a hail of flaming ki. He noticed, though, that unlike some other barrages he'd seen, not all of the blasts were homing in on him specifically, rather they were simply being fired off in all directions, possibly to keep him from dodging. Good thing he had no intention of doing that.

It was a simple matter to deflect the blasts that were sent his way, even if they were a bit larger than what he was used to, before extending an arm forward and loosing an emerald bolt that seared through whatever blasts came in its way, one large enough to give Ciel time to get above Maxwell, hopefully, where he extended both arms down towards the newly divine warrior, "Night." In an instant, a much larger mass of energy shot from his palms, crashing down towards Max.

It wasn't strong enough to kill him, or even critically injure him, but destroy the planet? He pondered it for a moment, but he remembered how well Otis's world had stood up to his and David's sparring, and figured that this one should be able to stand this much, at least.
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Postby Finland SSR » Fri Jun 16, 2017 10:23 pm

POV: Future Sallot

I need to get Sage away from here. To somewhere. Maybe, maybe I could get her back to our ship? I could maybe put her in stasis until this battle is finished... Just, just find a way how to take her out of here without having her see her father's death...

Before I could think of a plan of action, we were basically just standing there, though.

Fawkes, meanwhile, was not breaking Spicer that easily. The ape-like Saiyan managed to endure the Earthling's offensive, and even punched him back with a right hook. It didn't do much to Fawkes, however, as he soon continued to relentlessly attack, putting his hands at the front and releasing hundreds of homing energy blasts at his opponent.

"Die! Die!" he screamed.
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Postby Britanania » Sat Jun 17, 2017 11:54 am

Future Spicer

As the duel between the two warriors continued, Spicer knew that for now he had the slight edge but he also understood that Fawkes was not the type to enjoy losing, and that he supposedly had a near infinite reserve of energy. With his right hook knocking the human away, Spicer had some time to think.

I'll have to retrieve Sage and make my escape. Better to live today and fight later, he thought before Fawkes' energy attack rained upon him. Spicer put his arms in a cross in front of his body and produced an energy barrier, but after a pummelling the shield broke and Spicer was sent falling into the ground below. The warrior skidded on the ground for a good half kilometre as he slammed into a series of buildings before finally stopping.
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Postby Britanania » Sat Jun 17, 2017 7:12 pm

Amelia

The Earth woman bit her lip as she watched the creature slowly turn around to face her. The lights were still off, but she could still make out some of his features; he was clearly of alien origins She couldn't quite place it, but he seemed familiar to her...

Have we met before?, the Queen asked herself as she took a step forward. Her line of thought was broken when the intruder spoke in a menacing voice.

"You must be the Queen of this rock, Amelia Brieve correct? Your grandson is behaving perfectly well. It's a benefit of having a monster for a father, but enough of the introductions. You have something I--"

"You better put him down this instant and leave, because I can't guarantee that my husband won't kill you when he gets here," Amelia interrupted, her fists turning into balls. The monstrous creature, however, remained unimpressed and let out a slight chuckle.

"No, I don't think he will. He's still searching for your daughter, actually. Now don't give me that look, I haven't touched her. It seems she was playing hide and seek earlier and is inside the sarcophagus in the gallery. As for Spicer, well, in a few moments he'll have has hands full." Amelia bit harder on her lip, causing some blood to trickle down onto the floor. The creature stepped forward.

"Now tell me, where is the Dragon Radar?" Amelia hesitated and took a step back, glancing over to the light switich.

Like Hell I'm giving this bastard the Dragon Radar. Maybe if I turn on the lights I can make out who he is...

The intruder, however, wasn't in a patience mood and sighed deeply before he placed the toddler back in his bed. Lifting a single finger, he flicked a finger at the royal and a gust of air sped out towards her. Reacting quickly, Amelia put out her left arm to defend herself as the attack pushed her into the wall and shattered her arm, causing her to let out a terrible scream. When she finally landed on the floor out from her pocket the radar fell. Using his telekinesis, the alien moved the radar into his hand and he stepped closer as Amelia nursed her wounded arm.

"Now that I've gotten what I've came for, I have a message for your allies on Earth: I am their lord and master now, and should they resist me they will surely lose their lives," he relayed with a smile before pointing his hand at the opposite wall and shooting a ball of energy at it. In an instant the wall and the adjoining rooms were obliterated and left an exit for the monster. While he was sauntering towards his escape route, Amelia slowly rose.

"What the Hell are you?" She asked through clenched teeth. The hooded figure turned and smiled with fangs.

"We've met before, Your Majesty," he said in a mocking tone. "But as your new God, you may greet me as the Fallen Angel Azrael"




Spicer

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Palace the King Consort continued his search of his daughter.

"Funny, she wasn't in her room, but the servants said they saw her and the Exile. This is all too strange. Where is Ciel?" Spicer said aloud as he wandered around the place he called home. Something was certainly off, but the gruff warrior couldn't quite place it. That is, until, he heard a terrible scream echoing throughout the Palace. It was Amelia's voice.

"What?" Spcier roared in anger as he turned in the direction the sound came from and ran towards there.

What is going on?

However, standing between him and the entrance to the State Apartments were two monstrous aliens stood in his way.

"I suggest you get out of my way," Spicer said as he flared his aura like a raging inferno. "I'm not in a good mood." The two creatures cackled.

"You aren't going anywhere, General Spicer. Our Master forbids it." Spicer's eyes turned bright emerald as his aura grew.

"You know who I am, and still you think you can take me? For both of your sake, let met pass and maybe I won't kill you." The pair laughed again and pointed their hands at the Saiyan before both firing orbs of red energy. The spheres hit the warrior and turned the room into a haze of red mist, but when the colour subsided Spicer stood unharmed, and his hair turned into the unmistakable colour of a Super Saiyan.

"Bad idea," he said simply.
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Postby Finland SSR » Sat Jun 17, 2017 8:52 pm

POV: Future Sallot

Fawkes's energy blast barrage blew Spicer away, but the armored human wasn't planning to let go of him - no, it would be too easy for him.

"I still haven't finished with you, Saiyan!" he exclaimed, running after him. He charged forward at breakneck speeds, leaping towards the ape-like warrior to pummel him into the ground, using both fists and point-blank energy blasts to overwhelm the opponent.
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Postby Sichem » Sat Jun 17, 2017 9:18 pm

David Rothstein

The Saiyan, now left alone with Kuro, Oozak and Saul, sat down on the tiled ground and looked to the sky. Please hurry up, Aonori. Throughout all this time, he remained in his Super Saiyan state, and it only came to be an issue when he felt something poking his skull from the back.

"Dad, your hair is not just dyed, it's also glowing..." Saul spoke, using a stick to carefully poke his father's hair. David turned around, smiled and rubbed his son's head, saying:

"Maybe someday yours will be too."

However, David quickly felt something... eerie in his mind, a rapidly rising power level somewhere close... He retracted his hand, then closed his eyes to drown out his normal senses, focusing on his ki. It was about 300 000 kilometers from him, which could only mean one thing - it was from Luna. Like pretty much everything these days. It was a Super Saiyan, which once again drew David to the assumption that it was likely Spicer. And finally, the shape, direction and feeling of his ki indicated that he was in a some sort of battle.

Even if any of those assumptions were incorrect, this was still worthy of investigation. David opened his eyes, stood up and spoke:

"Kuro, something is happening on Luna."
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Postby Britanania » Sat Jun 17, 2017 9:42 pm

Amelia

The human woman watched in horror as Azrael levitated off of the ground and floated out of the massive gaping hole causing by his attack and into the sky, stopping only for a moment to point his finger at the sensu tree in the Palace garden. In an instant the tree caught fire as Amelia pondered what he meant to do with the Dragon Balls as she heard the door slam open.




Oozak

Mediating not far from David and Kuro, the Guardian of Earth's eyes flew open just as David made his insight. Setting his feet back on the ground, Oozak turned to the Saiyans and nodded gravely.

"Yes, I fear something terrible is happening on Luna. You both best go and see if Spicer needs your help."




Spicer

The two minions laughed at Spicer's taunt and raised their hands again to renew their attack, but before the could launch their energies the Saiyan warrior had disappeared from view. The pair lowered their palms and looked at each other in a panic before the Super Saiyan reappeared behind the monsters and he threw his fists into both of their backs. Their bodies burst from the trauma but not quite killing them as their cries of agony filled the corridors. After Spicer retracted his fists he appeared again in front of them. With a quick motion from his hand, he severed the right alien's had from his body before grabbing the surviving monster by the neck and squeezed.

"I'm going to make this easy for both of us," Spicer said coldly as his emerald eyes burned with pure malice and unadulterated rage. "Never threaten by home." Spicer squeezed only slightly more to crush the creature's neck as he felt the Palace rock from Azrael's escape route. He moved quickly to Darrek's room in time to see the alien incinerate the tree but quickly turned his attention to his injured wife. The sight of her broken arm caused Spicer's aura to flare even brighten than before as he looked up at the alien who gave Spicer a slight chuckle. Spicer pointed his hand at Azrael and fired a beam at him, but it was too late.

He teleported away before the attack came close.




Future Spicer

As Spicer slowly raised himself off the of the ground he leaned over to his side and vomited a bit of blood before blinking to regain his bearings.

"Well, that was mildly unpleasant," he said aloud as he stood upright, unsteadily at first but eventually with enough balance. Spicer scanned the horizon for any sign of Sallot or Sage, but to his frustration the only thing he noticed was Fawkes barrelling towards him at full speed. The demonic human overwhelmed the Saiyan, who struggle to even defend himself against the ferocious blows inflicted by Fawkes.

However, after a few minutes of the beatings Spicer's rage reached a boiling point and he discharged a wave of ki to separate him and Fawkes before he struck back with a series of high speed punches of his own
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Postby Finland SSR » Sat Jun 17, 2017 10:20 pm

POV: Future Sallot

The battle was growing more and more distant from us, I could hardly make out what was going on from here, but I could still more or less tell what was going on.

Spicer's unexpected energy blast and counterattack took Fawkes by surprise, and the frenzied Saiyan dished out a couple of solid hits into the armored undead human's stomach - however, he soon caught wind of the opponent's offensive and caught the Saiyan's fists with his hands, and smirked.

"You're on the wrong side of history, Spice," Fawkes muttered, then, biding on the fact that Spicer was held in place by his grip, released a powerful explosive wave from his body, engulfing everything in it's vicinity.
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Postby Sichem » Sat Jun 17, 2017 10:50 pm

David Rothstein

"Alright, me and Kuro will go there immediately." David replied in a single sentence and was about to move towards the fellow Saiyan to Warp, but he felt a weight pulling on his right leg. Looking down, he saw that it was Saul, and he was pulling onto his pants and trying to stop him. "Saul, what are you doing?!"

"Dad, you just came back, why do you have to leave again?"

"Oh, Saul, I'll only be gone for a few minutes, Oozak will take care of you."

"But the green man is scary..."

Nevertheless, Saul let go of David's clothes, and the two Super Saiyans instantly warped to Luna, next to the Royal Palace, where David exclaimed:

"The cavalry arrives!"
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Postby Britanania » Sun Jun 18, 2017 10:07 am

Spicer

No sooner had Azrael left did the two other Super Saiyans arrive in the garden near the burning tree. Already first responders were arriving near the Palace, and given the nature of the attack the military surrounded the area. Spicer's rage was only alleviated, however, when his seven year old daughter cam crying into the nursery, obviously confused at what was going on. The Saiyan depowered to comfort the two women in his life when he noticed the pair of warriors.

"Well, glad you two could join the party," he gruffly said before helping Amelia up. The Lunarian Queen winced in pain but assured her husband she was all right as she looked at the two.

"We need to get back to Earth soon," she said. "I think he's going back to attack Earth."
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