Post by Seph on Mar 29, 2012 16:39:22 GMT -5
The fluorescent yellow sky of Planet Vegeta Shone brightly down upon the planet’s largest industrial hub, Vegeta city. The city was in full uproar. It was noon on Vegeta, the busiest time of the entire day. The hustle and bustle could be heard from miles away, disrupting even the most peaceful areas.
Seph strode briskly down the streets, his head hung low. He was trying to stay away from as much attention as possible. He hadn’t shown his face in the city since he was a small infant. Not since his mother and father had gone rouge and tried to overthrow the king and start a governmental revolution. Those had been the dark days of the planet. Back then, a Saiyan couldn’t walk down the street without the fear of becoming space dust. Changelings had almost over ran the entire planet, and had attempted to turn the Saiyan race into nothing more than a bunch of slaves willing to do their bidding.
Seph’s parents had become tired of the king’s rule. He had done nothing to stop the alien race from taking over the planet, and had let them do as they had wished. The two Saiyans did their best to kill king Vegeta, but their efforts had been in vain.
Seph shook his head, trying to remove the memory of his parents from his thoughts. Thinking of them only made him angry, and anger was not a thing that the Saiyan wanted at the time. He was already pissed off beyond belief. For some reason, after his most recent killing, a royal Saiyan messenger stopped him in his tracks. The man had brought word that General Zorn of the Elite Saiyan army had sent for his presence immediately. But, before he was able to finish the sentence Seph quickly slammed his right fist into the messenger’s awe struck face. The blow connected with explosive force and sent the royalty crashing to the ground below, crimson colored blood streaming out of his nose.
Seph smirked. The feeling of flesh hitting flesh pleased him to no end. The feeling of power that had coursed through his veins at that moment was just as great as the last, and it made him feel wonderful, alive. His entire life had been spent of learning how to behave correctly and how to use his Saiyan powers to contribute to society. He hated it all. Why help everyone else when he could just fulfill his own selfish needs?
!Crash!
Seph collapsed to the rough ground below, unaware of what had occurred. Slowly, while rubbing his cranium, he peered out into the crowd of people that had begun to encircle him. Apparently, he had collided head on with another Saiyan, who was now a towering figure above him.
“You need to watch where you are going you low-class punk!” The well-built man exclaimed.
Seph said nothing; instead he glanced up at the man and began to scope him out. The Saiyan was about six feet tall, and was of a medium build, about 200 pounds. He wore elite Saiyan armor that shined brightly in the mid-day sun. Judging by the large jagged cracks that tore through his wear, It looked as if his build was either a little too big to be contained in the armor, or he had been in a great number of battles, and had came out on top. His immense size and muscle build didn’t intimidate Seph in the slightest bit. In fact, it made him want to fight the man an test his skills just that much more. Since coming out of his shell, Seph had yet to test his battle skills against anyone that was anywhere near good. This was his chance!
“Well you little shitface, are you going to answer me or not?!” The man bellowed, his face becoming increasingly more and more red.
Without a word Seph picked himself up off of the ground into a standing position. Meanwhile, the crowd encircling the two warriors became increasingly larger with each and every passing second.
With one finger outstretched, Seph began to move his finger back and forth in front of the man’s face.
A smirk appeared on Seph’s face. “Nu-uh-uh, that isn’t a way to talk to your superiors. Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?” He exclaimed in an arrogant but smooth voice. A resounding gasp exploded through the crowd. What was this low-class trying to prove? Was he trying to get his ass kicked in front of everyone in Vegeta City?
A feeling of both anger and surprise poured over the Elite. The veins on his forehead began to show themselves, and his blood had begun to simmer. “Who does the brat think he is?!” The battle-hardened Saiyan thought to himself, while he slowly began to clench his fists hard, so hard that the bones in his knuckles began to pop under the immense pressure. Pride is a huge deal to the Saiyan race, and the low-class had just dealt a serious blow to his. He would pay dearly. No one talked back to him without getting a fist shoved down their throat immediately afterward, and this situation was no different.
“Just who and the fuck do you think you are?!” The large man exclaimed, his blood vessels increasing in size with each passing second. “You can’t talk to me like that and expect to get away with it without a fight!” A wide and deliberate smirk appeared on his face. He was about to teach this punk a lesson in proper manners, and even if he had to rough him up first, the younger Saiyan would bow down and kiss his feet, if he didn’t kill him first.
“Now now, don’t go about getting your panties in a wad.” Seph remarked, his eyes looking up and down the increasingly angry older warrior. “I wouldn’t want to have to put a washed-up, feeble old man in his place.” The youthful Saiyan announced. He began to pop his knuckles in anticipation. This was going to be fun.
“If it’s a fight you want it’s a fight you’ll get you little bastard!” The nobility exclaimed. It was time to show the punk a lesson.
The high-class made the first move. He quickly lunged forward towards Seph’s face, his arm outstretched ready to pound the shit out of his face. Seph didn’t see it coming. The punch landed with immeasurable force to the face and sent the young warrior skidding across the hard course ground until he finally stopped after slamming into a brick wall. A feeling of pain washed over Seph’s face. To be a feeble old man the elite was fast, very fast. If he had any chance of showing the old man who was boss, he had to change things around, quick. Slowly, he opened his eyes. His opponent was a couple of yards from him, continuously popping his fingers and jumping up and down in a boxer’s fashion, daring him to pick himself up.
“Come on kid!” “If that’s all you’ve got this is going to be boring as hell! Get up you little rat!” The Elite retorted, beginning to inch closer and closer to Seph’s weakened body.
Thoughts raced through Seph’s head. How could an Elite of such age be that fast? It was improbable, if not nearly impossible. He was going to have to be hit fast and hard if he wanted to bring the headstrong tyrant down.
Swiftly, Seph jumped up from his lifeless position. He began to pop the bones in his neck by jarring his head back and forth, trying to create as much intimidation for his opponent as possible. “Come on baldy, I know you can hit much harder than that!” He bellowed, another gasp sweeping through the ever-growing crowd of people around them.
Seph had just hit a nerve. Being a rude obnoxious bitch-brat was one thing, but bringing up the fact that he was bald was taboo. Not one time had anyone ever insulted him in such a fashion at the lower class had just done. He would pay. Now there was no holding back. The younger Saiyan would be put in his rightful place as a low-class citizen, even if he had to be killed.
From out of nowhere the Elite charged once more. Except this time, there was something different about his right hand. There was now a dull, but obvious blue light emitting from the cracks in between his fingers. This wasn’t going to be an ordinary punch. There was an immense power behind it, and the older man knew that if it connected with his target it would most likely send the little brat’s head flying off into space, leaving his lifeless body to be disposed of in the most disgusting and vile ways possible. He grinned as he near his target. This was it. The final blow. The low-class scum would finally be gone, and out of his hair for good.
Just before the energized punch was about to crush Seph’s face in, the young Saiyan almost effortlessly stepped out of the way of almost certain death. His plan had worked. All he had to do was piss the feeble old man off enough until he attacked with blind anger, and that is exactly what he had done.
The Saiyan Elite hurtled past Seph, his glowing right hand soaring towards the crowd of people that were observing the bout. He tried to stop, but his efforts were in vain. He was catapulting too fast to stop now. All that he could hope for was for the people watching to move out of the way before it was too late, because if they didn’t, someone was going to die.
WC: 1626
Seph strode briskly down the streets, his head hung low. He was trying to stay away from as much attention as possible. He hadn’t shown his face in the city since he was a small infant. Not since his mother and father had gone rouge and tried to overthrow the king and start a governmental revolution. Those had been the dark days of the planet. Back then, a Saiyan couldn’t walk down the street without the fear of becoming space dust. Changelings had almost over ran the entire planet, and had attempted to turn the Saiyan race into nothing more than a bunch of slaves willing to do their bidding.
Seph’s parents had become tired of the king’s rule. He had done nothing to stop the alien race from taking over the planet, and had let them do as they had wished. The two Saiyans did their best to kill king Vegeta, but their efforts had been in vain.
Seph shook his head, trying to remove the memory of his parents from his thoughts. Thinking of them only made him angry, and anger was not a thing that the Saiyan wanted at the time. He was already pissed off beyond belief. For some reason, after his most recent killing, a royal Saiyan messenger stopped him in his tracks. The man had brought word that General Zorn of the Elite Saiyan army had sent for his presence immediately. But, before he was able to finish the sentence Seph quickly slammed his right fist into the messenger’s awe struck face. The blow connected with explosive force and sent the royalty crashing to the ground below, crimson colored blood streaming out of his nose.
Seph smirked. The feeling of flesh hitting flesh pleased him to no end. The feeling of power that had coursed through his veins at that moment was just as great as the last, and it made him feel wonderful, alive. His entire life had been spent of learning how to behave correctly and how to use his Saiyan powers to contribute to society. He hated it all. Why help everyone else when he could just fulfill his own selfish needs?
!Crash!
Seph collapsed to the rough ground below, unaware of what had occurred. Slowly, while rubbing his cranium, he peered out into the crowd of people that had begun to encircle him. Apparently, he had collided head on with another Saiyan, who was now a towering figure above him.
“You need to watch where you are going you low-class punk!” The well-built man exclaimed.
Seph said nothing; instead he glanced up at the man and began to scope him out. The Saiyan was about six feet tall, and was of a medium build, about 200 pounds. He wore elite Saiyan armor that shined brightly in the mid-day sun. Judging by the large jagged cracks that tore through his wear, It looked as if his build was either a little too big to be contained in the armor, or he had been in a great number of battles, and had came out on top. His immense size and muscle build didn’t intimidate Seph in the slightest bit. In fact, it made him want to fight the man an test his skills just that much more. Since coming out of his shell, Seph had yet to test his battle skills against anyone that was anywhere near good. This was his chance!
“Well you little shitface, are you going to answer me or not?!” The man bellowed, his face becoming increasingly more and more red.
Without a word Seph picked himself up off of the ground into a standing position. Meanwhile, the crowd encircling the two warriors became increasingly larger with each and every passing second.
With one finger outstretched, Seph began to move his finger back and forth in front of the man’s face.
A smirk appeared on Seph’s face. “Nu-uh-uh, that isn’t a way to talk to your superiors. Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?” He exclaimed in an arrogant but smooth voice. A resounding gasp exploded through the crowd. What was this low-class trying to prove? Was he trying to get his ass kicked in front of everyone in Vegeta City?
A feeling of both anger and surprise poured over the Elite. The veins on his forehead began to show themselves, and his blood had begun to simmer. “Who does the brat think he is?!” The battle-hardened Saiyan thought to himself, while he slowly began to clench his fists hard, so hard that the bones in his knuckles began to pop under the immense pressure. Pride is a huge deal to the Saiyan race, and the low-class had just dealt a serious blow to his. He would pay dearly. No one talked back to him without getting a fist shoved down their throat immediately afterward, and this situation was no different.
“Just who and the fuck do you think you are?!” The large man exclaimed, his blood vessels increasing in size with each passing second. “You can’t talk to me like that and expect to get away with it without a fight!” A wide and deliberate smirk appeared on his face. He was about to teach this punk a lesson in proper manners, and even if he had to rough him up first, the younger Saiyan would bow down and kiss his feet, if he didn’t kill him first.
“Now now, don’t go about getting your panties in a wad.” Seph remarked, his eyes looking up and down the increasingly angry older warrior. “I wouldn’t want to have to put a washed-up, feeble old man in his place.” The youthful Saiyan announced. He began to pop his knuckles in anticipation. This was going to be fun.
“If it’s a fight you want it’s a fight you’ll get you little bastard!” The nobility exclaimed. It was time to show the punk a lesson.
The high-class made the first move. He quickly lunged forward towards Seph’s face, his arm outstretched ready to pound the shit out of his face. Seph didn’t see it coming. The punch landed with immeasurable force to the face and sent the young warrior skidding across the hard course ground until he finally stopped after slamming into a brick wall. A feeling of pain washed over Seph’s face. To be a feeble old man the elite was fast, very fast. If he had any chance of showing the old man who was boss, he had to change things around, quick. Slowly, he opened his eyes. His opponent was a couple of yards from him, continuously popping his fingers and jumping up and down in a boxer’s fashion, daring him to pick himself up.
“Come on kid!” “If that’s all you’ve got this is going to be boring as hell! Get up you little rat!” The Elite retorted, beginning to inch closer and closer to Seph’s weakened body.
Thoughts raced through Seph’s head. How could an Elite of such age be that fast? It was improbable, if not nearly impossible. He was going to have to be hit fast and hard if he wanted to bring the headstrong tyrant down.
Swiftly, Seph jumped up from his lifeless position. He began to pop the bones in his neck by jarring his head back and forth, trying to create as much intimidation for his opponent as possible. “Come on baldy, I know you can hit much harder than that!” He bellowed, another gasp sweeping through the ever-growing crowd of people around them.
Seph had just hit a nerve. Being a rude obnoxious bitch-brat was one thing, but bringing up the fact that he was bald was taboo. Not one time had anyone ever insulted him in such a fashion at the lower class had just done. He would pay. Now there was no holding back. The younger Saiyan would be put in his rightful place as a low-class citizen, even if he had to be killed.
From out of nowhere the Elite charged once more. Except this time, there was something different about his right hand. There was now a dull, but obvious blue light emitting from the cracks in between his fingers. This wasn’t going to be an ordinary punch. There was an immense power behind it, and the older man knew that if it connected with his target it would most likely send the little brat’s head flying off into space, leaving his lifeless body to be disposed of in the most disgusting and vile ways possible. He grinned as he near his target. This was it. The final blow. The low-class scum would finally be gone, and out of his hair for good.
Just before the energized punch was about to crush Seph’s face in, the young Saiyan almost effortlessly stepped out of the way of almost certain death. His plan had worked. All he had to do was piss the feeble old man off enough until he attacked with blind anger, and that is exactly what he had done.
The Saiyan Elite hurtled past Seph, his glowing right hand soaring towards the crowd of people that were observing the bout. He tried to stop, but his efforts were in vain. He was catapulting too fast to stop now. All that he could hope for was for the people watching to move out of the way before it was too late, because if they didn’t, someone was going to die.
WC: 1626