[D][S] The Battle for Aztec Tower

[Burter]

PCs: Vegeta, Shady Jeri (NPC), Laurel (NPC), Justinian (NPC)

PCs: Vejita I, Pigero, Grandpa Gohan, Akane, Reijin

Battle Statistics

Syntech: 415 Combat Soldiers, 36 Tower Guards, Tower Advantage

Dante: 665 Combat Soldiers

Winners takes the area.

The area is snowy, however it has ceased snowing. It is flat aside from the huge tower in the middle of the area. Syntech is both surrounding it and inside it.

You may do pre-battle posts and begin the fight at your leisure.

[Reijin]

The walk from the Temple of the Moon had not been nearly as arduous as one might assume. Reijin had for the most part enjoyed the Temple, although he allowed noone to see the training that he did there, and had even tried to meditate for a few hours there before finally realizing that night had fallen.

He'd finally stretched his limbs, glancing over to the sleeping Saibaman at his side before taking a breath and rising to full height. Looking over the creature for a moment, he noticed its shallow breaths emitting a strand of drool, flickering out only to retreat on the next inhale. Reijin reached down to help the creature get up from sleeping... It awoke in midair, having felt the wind pressure on it just before striking the ground.

Reijin was storming off in the distance, exiting the Temple. He motioned for a soldier to approach him and gave him his orders. "Commander Vejita said that we were to leave by nightfall. Why have we not left yet?"

The soldier, puzzled, fumbled quickly for his words. "Well, sir, the Commander is still in his tent and resting at the moment. To awake him would certainly be suicide," he added.

Leaning in, Reijin's voice seemed to shimmer the air around him in venom. "We are leaving now," he hissed.

A quick nod was the only response that he recieved before he turned to look around at his army. They were quickly assembling, and he looked up towards the night sky, hoping that the group could complete their journey before the detection of light had fallen upon them.

Gazing around, he saw one girl was still playing around the Temple itself, seeming to enjoy the aura that surrounded it. He calmly walked over, stopping a short distance from her as a feeling of recognition passed over him. That's the girl I fought from the Syntech group... A mere child? he mused. He finally shrugged, having seen stranger displays, before walking forward to her. He had originally considered simply cleansing the child from the planet in order to keep children out of their battles, at least those that were children at heart, but he'd seen her fight.

She jumped in surprise when Reijin's gloved hand closed around the back of her shirt, lifting her into the air easily and spinning her around to face him. Without a word, he simply gave her a stern look, only to find her throwing a tantrum in response.

?Let me down you big bully! Get your hands off of me! I will scream so loud your ear drums will pop! I will cry so much you will drow-..? she began, suddenly finding herself cut off as the warrior pressed a finger to her lips to silence her. If she wished to fight amongst the group, then she'd have to accept being treated like any other fighter here.

He gave her another glance, not really comprehending how such a life loving child could fight with such ferocity, but finally spoke to her in a serious tone. ?Keep up the pace, soldier, or find yourself falling far behind.? Not another word was spoken as he lowered her back to the ground and then turned to bark an order for the group to begin their march, the King having taken an alternate path to their destination.

He had only marched a few miles when he began to suddenly hear random crunching from behind him of someone treading through the soft snow. Thinking of the snow, he unconciously pulled his cloak around himself while he tuned his ears to the sound. "That child is trying to shadow me," he mumbled under his breath, somewhat amused. He didn't even need to sense her ki to know it, and hearing her satisfied grunts, she obviously believed she had gone unnoticed. He ignored it, knowing that a short distance behind, Saiba was stalking her as well.

A short distance later, he heard a girlish grunt as she leapt into a tree, the tree's branch even shaking a few dozen leaves onto him. His muscles tensed up a moment in irritation, but upon hearing her happy breath of completeness, he just let it go. With the growling of her stomach, she wouldn't be sneaking up on anyone anytime soon.

He suddenly heard another set of footsteps over the marching, rushing towards them. He turned and glanced over his shoulder to see another young boy running towards him, only to have the girl suddenly leap from the tree and crash into him, the two rolling off into the snow to dissappear beneath it. A small sweatdrop appeared on his brow until he finally shrugged, decided that Akane had saved the boy from a flaming end and turning to continue on his trek.

The two continued their games the entire walk to the tower, until they finally came to rest once more at the landmark known as Aztec Tower, where it had originally began. The girl came up behind him and took a deep breath before glancing at him. "Are we going to be fighting here again?" she questioned him innocently and yet with a passion and hopeful glint.

He simply nodded before glancing out towards the tower, searching for his alliance partner, Vejita, former Prince and current King. "Yes, this is where you can prove your allegience to us..." His voice trailed off as he found the figure in the distance among the crowd, his extremely short nature using his tall hair as compensation, hoping to add stature to his figure. "It is where we will all prove where our allegience lies," he whispered, loudly enough that the girl probably heard.

He took a few steps foward and saw that the other army had taken notice of them. His eyes hardened, knowing what was to come as he allowed his cloak to loosely fall back behind his shoulderblades. His gloved hands twitched a moment and a trademark smirk spread along the side of his cheeks, meeting his ears with a gleeful presence. "Vejita... where will you stand? With your brethen, with the Saiyans... Or will you turn your back on your own kind? On your own Alliance... On your brothers... On XTC?" He had a strange feeling that he knew the answer to the question. Vejita had been avoiding the group lately, and had been behaving strangely during the tournament, judging from the messages Reijin had read on Vejita I's behalf. If they came to blows, Reijin would personally handle his only equal and 'friend'. He hoped the deluded King of Saiyankind would see the light that was the darkness.

[Burter]

Outland Unit has arrived from the opposite side of Aztec Tower. The actual fight hasn't yet begun

[Broli]

The breath of the soldiers billowed visibly into the frigid air. They stood in formation, Broli at their head, all waiting for the command for the battle to ensue. While the men were fresh from days of rest, the snowy environment slowed their blood flow, the warmth of neighboring men of the formation being the only center of warmth. The tower lay before them, its soldiers ready to fight. Though he could not be seen amongst the Syntech army, Vegeta was there, ready to battle this to the very end. Past the tower stood the Fusion unit, impatiently waiting for the fight to start. Three commanders had arrived on the field, but not all three would walk off alive. It had been some time since the forces of Dante had met the banners of Syntech. Nearly a week had passed since that day at Fate?s Tower when most of the Syntech officers had been killed. Through a unique array of luck, Vegeta had not been present, the Saiya-Jin Prince shortly realizing afterwards that he was the new acting Commander of Syntech. Would he pick up the army from the dirt in which it lay face first? Would he bring true glory to Syntech, making a name for himself as the warrior who led his men to their deaths in the final stand against Dante?

Broli had nothing to say to his soldiers. They knew as well as he did the necessity of this battle. The battle at Hillside had allowed his troops to get back into the groove of things, as waiting around for days on end had no doubt made them rusty. So there they stood, waiting and eager to finish the army that they had crippled long before now. A gust of cold air passed over the Outland unit, each soldier pulling his clothing tighter around him. Broli?s Lieutenant, the Konat Minoshia, stood at his side, ready for orders. ?Vegeta?s not stupid. He won?t be pulled from his tower.?

The Commander was right. Aztec Tower held the only real tactical advantage, and Vegeta knew that as well as Burori did. The Saiyan Prince would not be foolish enough to avoid its use. Broli, however, was not going to allow his enemy to use the tower against him. ?Give the order to the snipers.? Minoshia listened attentively. ?We?ll move in at the same time as Fusion, hitting Syntech from both sides. I want the snipers to focus on the men at the top of that tower. Force them to fight us on the ground.? The Konat nodded, passing the orders along to the snipers. The Saiyan knew that if he could rain fire on the top of the tower, Syntech would be unable to use it as an advantage point over the Dante forces. Sure, they would still be able to take cover in it, but Burori knew that the threat of enemy fire from atop the tower on his attacking troops would be eliminated.

?Snipers, fire a round across the Syntech line. I want them anxious.? The snipers each took a knee, aiming through the sights of their weapons. With a series of rings, the shots boomed out. They were out of range of the Syntech force and so no hope existed for a stray bullet to catch a soldier. Still, Broli hoped that the shots would at least make his enemy jumpy. When each sniper had taken a shot, they returned to the line, and the waiting began once again. On the other side of the battlefield, Fusion waited as well, no doubt looking for the first movement from Outland. All soldiers on the field waiting anxiously for the battle to begin. Dante fought for glory and to end the nagging threat that halted their progress towards victory. Syntech, on the other hand, stood ready and willing to fight for all that remained to them ? their lives.

[King Cold444]

This was it. The Outland unit?s ceaseless wanderings had finally showed some vein to the heart of their problems. A grimace decorated the demeanor of the changeling?s features, a scowl that spoke very little of his thoughts and very little of his weariness. The masque which he stood behind was quite effective at concealing his impatience and his uneasiness, a solemn expression trained upon the tower while the shouts of soldiers added their own attribute to the backdrop. Though not as grand as a portrait, the overlooking revolution was quite breathtaking. Men of all species stood side-by-side to come to a common solution, their guns prepared to willingly intercept another?s defeat and their nervousness slowly diminishing and being replaced by the numb of the cold.

Cold, himself, had to pull his cloak a bit closer to his figure as they waited. It was the wait that killed him. Wandering around for days under the harsh elements, prying eyes constantly on the prowl for their previously incapacitated enemies; and when they found them, they simply stood opposite their counterparts and deliberated. Cold knew that it was that anxiety attempting to seize the better half of him, and so he merely scrutinized the surroundings. There seemed to be no point of vantage, unless you carried a sniper rifle in that sling around your shoulder, and the battle would have to be taken inside massively erected structure.

?Just like the last one, Cold.? He reassured himself that they would merely walk over the corpses of the fallen and through the still-beating heart of these Syntech cowards. It helped him get through the anxiousness?the nervousness usually crept up on him, and he took notice of his idly swaying tail and it stopped.

?Ready?? Someone had muttered between something that was either a cough or a gag, drawing Cold?s attentiveness. It had been another soldier, one that drank with the elegantly simple emperor during their escapes from the cluster phobic-inducing wooded areas lond behind them. ??Cause this one?s not really gonna be an easy thing, dig??

Cold scrutinized the Nubian soldier that stood to his side and nearly shrugged, but decidedly stood against it. Returning his eyes to the structure before them he scoffed aloud and decisively assured the man that he would rip the head off of a soldier and fling it over the ledges of the tower before they continued with this conquest.

A short-lived chuckle came from within his chest, bass-ridden and in no contrast to the grungy mane plastered against his countenance. ?Listen, soldier;? he seemed to consider a complexity never seen in a soldier, though it never came to surface. ?You want to survive this thing? Then make sure that I don?t die. And I?ll see to it that you won?t.? And infectious grin spread across his war-sturdy visage, bringing one to the changeling beneath his will.

?I?ll see what I can do for you, soldier.? Cold shot back?but was taken aback by a simple, yet intricately presented addition. His face divulged this baffling, whether he took notice or not, prompting the soldier to repeat himself.

?Ben.? He proudly presented himself with a thumb jabbing his chest, ?That?s my name.?

?Oh, well I like to pardon the formalities. But my name is Cold.? King Cold retorted with his eyes cast upon the lingering outline of the tower. ?Pardon the arrogance, but until we get this thing underway I?ll be stuck like this.?

Ben would never know what Cold meant by that, even though he had took it in quite a nonchalant stride. Well, the point was quite nonchalant.

[Broli]

Holding both hands together, Broli unleashed a ki blast into the sky. It ripped through the air, dissipating into nothingness in the biosphere above them. On the other side of the battlefield, the King Vegeta stood attentively. That was the signal. ?Prepare to attack,? he announced, the otherwise lax soldiers shaking from their dreamy states of boredom. ?Snipers, focus on the exposed troops at the top of the tower,? he furthered his command.

Broli nodded to his men, and with spirits high, the march begin. Their pace was slow at first, the Fusion unit sharing in their movements by beginning their advance as well. Between them waited Syntech, no doubt nervous beyond belief. They swarmed the tower, attempting to defend both sides of the attack. The heavy footsteps of Dante pounded in their ears, their weapons ready in their hands as the battle for the survival of Syntech was about to begin.

The two units of Dante moved in perfect coordination, their pace quickening to a short run as the distance from Syntech shortened. ?For Dante!? they roared, crashing into the soldiers of Syntech. In an instant, dozens of men lost their lives, their eyes fading to blackness as they fell to the soft, snowy earth. Broli ducked the swing of a sword, pushing his fist into the stomach of his attacker. Grabbing the soldier by the wrist, he swung the sword into another Syntechee, proceeding to finish off his original opponent with an elbow to the jaw. Picking up the sword as his own, Broli sliced through two additional soldiers, his eyes scanning the warriors around him. Though the sound of clinging weapons and armor, along with the screams of death and agony, saturated the air, Broli?s thoughts were clear. He was looking for the one warrior that he needed to fight, the person responsible for holding Syntech together.

?Vegeta!? he screamed, sidestepping a blow from a soldier and counterattacking with a successful strike of his own. ?Where are you, Prince of Saiyans?!? Through the thickness of the fray, he knew that the Syntech Commander was there. His heart lusted for the opportunity to fight the warrior known as Vegeta, the man who had, in his mind, betrayed his race by spitting in the faces of the Dante Commanders. Vegeta deserved nothing short of death. He had disgraced the Saiya-Jin race.

?Vegeta! Face me!? Burori continued to roar, battling his way through the thickness of the Syntech army. His men fought at his side, the Dante forces pushing to encircle the tower and squelch their enemy once and for all. Chippings of wood and stone fell upon them as sniper fire pelted the top of the tower relentlessly. This battle could not go on for long. Victory was in sight for Dante. If they could simply finish this battle, Syntech would be gone, and it would be Dante that would claim their territory. Still, the warriors of Dante were not to be caught looking ahead. They focused on the battle at hand, each giving it their all in order to consummate the victory of Dante.

?Prince of Saiyans! Come to me!?

[Old Pigero]

Pigero stood in the chilled snow, and he gazed upon the battle that was happening. Why he wasn?t out there and why did he not want to be out there. The battle had started, without him. His thirst for blood maybe had been chilled by the cold of the snow, or maybe because of his recent dreams. The dark dreams of death, and that his death would soon come in this war. So the death wasn?t real here, it was still death. It would hurt pride more then body, and he couldn?t have that. What was worse, being defeated or not even trying? He decided it was best that he would stay back, and enter when he was ready.

He wasn?t ready, but the battle came to him. A crazy soldier dashed at Pigero, the Syntech colors showing on his clothing. Not prepared, he blinked and the forearm was jabbing into his gut already. He doubled over, and the crazy man threw an elbow to his spinal cord. The impact of the blow stunned the boy longer, and he couldn?t move at all. His body had the strength of a rag doll against its creator. The crazy soldier hadn?t stopped the barrage of attacks at his gut and stomach. Kicking a man when he was done, how resourceful.

The obsidian haired boy?s ribs were pounded over and over, the pain almost unbearable. He could sense that his body would give up soon, but his thirst for the man?s blood increased rapidly. Pigero?s arm lurched out and grabbed at the man?s boot. He caught it, and he pulled a hard as he could, dropping him to the ground.

It was now Pigero?s turn for the offensive and he pounced on the man delivering hard blows to his skull. The first started up a flow of blood from his nose, and it covered the boy?s knuckles. Pain in his ribs were still present, but the thirst for the pain of his enemy was greater then any pain. Retracting his fist he slammed it into his nose, breaking it instantly.

Then, he stopped. He didn?t know why he stopped, something stopped him. It wasn?t anything he could see, but something inside him. He stood up and hollered his berserk side awakening. His eyes glared at the man, who wasn?t moving, and the white eyes gleamed into his mind. He extended his hand outward, and charged a large ball of white ki.

?Ki Shard Oblivion!? he screamed, hearing the call of its summoner the ball set forth toward its target.

The attack exploded, and the needles injected into the man. Quickly, his body disappeared and he died. Painfully, he left Dante?s Abyss and Pigero still had the stains of his blood on his hands.

His body flashed back to normal, and he looked onto the battlefield.

?Come to me now Syntech! Feel the power of Dante at your feet, and the wrath of Dante at your necks!? the boy screamed, rushing into the battlegrounds, filled with rage.

OOC-Meh

[Vejita I]

OOC: I'll be referring to Veggie head up above solely as Vejita II.

Time was severed of it's significance and was sluggish at best in its pace. All of Dante Abyss and its customary worries were cast into nothingness, alongside logic and reasoning. As the heavens shifted into a diminutive view from the overshadow of dimness, the realm of Aztec Tower was captured through the saiya-jin's eyes as a symbol of hell itself. The sight of his offspring was acknowledged with minimal detail for Vejita I and thoughts were flooded forth from his unforgiving heart, or at least that was what it was percieved to be consumed of.

Unfortunately, fragments of compassion were identified through memories of Vejita II in numerous forms of the former king's lifetime. Adolescent and a rare visual of adult images swarmed into the saiya-jin warrior's thoughts. They scorned and challenged him of his detesting heart, but the fullfilment of finally being introduced with his son was conflicting with it entirely. His decisions were bleak, incapable of coherently pondering his options at this second. Would he initiate battle against his own son? Or would he go against those that he lead so far in the days of war?

His miniature form resisted to be classified as a participant in this war at this premature stage. King Vejita hunched over with strands of his murky locks drooping over his eyes somewhat. The filth of this tainted world and the blood of opposing soldiers had been binded with his mane. His clothing had been inflicted with substantial damage, but never the less hadn't been diminished in class due since it was primarily a low-rate soldiers attire. Vejita heaved with a desperation of lessening his apprehension derived from possessing his own flesh as opposition.

The warrior's form was so simplistic to define, but his thoughts were dismantled into an enigma. Outcomes and scenarios were branching from both alternate decisions within his brain, but none were overriding the other in the least. To betray his own son would be a crime against all he attempted to represent: the protection of his people, the obligation he felt during Vejita-Sei to secure his son's livlihood, and the oath he placed to allow his son to reign supreme as king of his homeworld.

Was that now all washed of its truth? The king's brain was twisting and bending with reality blurring of its value to him. He desired once again to be shackled by the chains of the resistance within that ceil on Vejita-Sei to never relinquish a murmur to the public ever again. Perhaps then, these types of decisions would never be placed upon his shoulders with such so impending doom presenting itself from them. In that instance, his heart shrieked out from the most veiled area of darkness. That similiar darkness that had been unleashed from murdering Commander Zarbon days ago.

"MY SON! Vejita, do not bow before us as if we are your enemies. STAND alongside us as if we are your family, your own blood. Do not allow pride to hide the truth from you. The Syntech army has been dealt its hand, but not you. Join us as the ranks of your family, so that the Vejita empire will live further. Please, I beg of you. I beg of you with all that is still left of my heart, do not fight against me. You are my blood, I - I cannot kill you."

Tears were expelled with Vejita I's expression being altered into one of despair. If his son disobeyed him, perhaps then this would be the conclusion to the former Vejita I that once resided in this universe and would be the beginning of a darker king. A king that would even murder his own blood to pursue his ambitions.

[Kirano]

?For Dante? shouted the large General Broli, as Dante?s saviours, Outland raced into battle. The entire amount of trekking they endured from location to location, the combat drought, it paid off for this very moment. Now, they would surely crush every member of Syntech for good.

The two youths, the Konat and the human, charged into battle side by side. The sounds of gun firing rang all over the field of battle. Soldiers from each side dropped like flies, as shells flew into their bodies. Red fluid spilled all over the white snow, quickly changing its pure colour. Bulma turned to her side, witnessing the smile on her companions face. She knew it excited him, which was the reason why she turned to him. He did not return her glance. He drew his blade forth, ready to slice flesh.

The girl observed his weapon, which proved to be effective on their previous encounter with Syntech. It was truly impressive. Even she who did not rely on weaponry during combat, had to admit it. ?Your blade is truly awesome,? she complimented.

?I know,? he replied, still maintaining his devilish grin. Minoshia studied the girls combat. She seemed troubled this time around. It was not the usual breaking of bones that he expected from her. This time around, she seemed hesitant to deliver the decisive finish to their enemies. ?You?ve changed your tune,? he told her.

?I-I don?t get it. I?m supposed to be possessed.? The Konat let out a low gasp, whilst removing his blade from the neck of a victim. It finally made sense. He knew there was something odd about the girls sudden lust to kill. The Possession ability, it summed her up. Minoshia let out a low sigh, and then spoke. ?Okay, just stick to what we did before. Bring them forth, and I will slaughter them for you!?

?Kay,? she replied with a smile.

Medena, I don?t understand. Why aren?t you helping me this time? Is it because you believe I must stand up for myself? Well, you could have at least informed me before hand. I?m in the middle of a bloody war, this isn?t the time to act up on me??okay fine, I?ll do it Bulmino style.

Bulma?s musing drew to a close. There was no use worrying about Medena, because she obviously was not going to help her this time. She now had to stick to her and Minoshia?s ploy. Grabbing a Synchech soldier who was almost double her body weight, she used her arm to flip him over to the Konat. He rotated his bloodstained blade clockwise, slicing the man into two. Now, the victim?s upper half was detached from the lower half of his body.

The sight was sickening. The blood, which oozed from each half of his separated, mangled body, was a sight the girl could not bare to witness any longer. She staggered backwards twice due to shock, and then stumbled with her bottom on the cold, crunchy, snowy surface. She turned her face to the side, with her eyes closed. In a second, her eyes shot open.

Vegeta?

Just the thought of his name was enough to set free a sudden surge of energy, causing the teen to pounce to her feet. Ripples, formed in the snow. The ground, which she stood upon, began to crackle beneath her. Even the dirty snow could not hide them. Her adrenaline began to pulsate within her.

So you are here! Funny how you can participate for this completion, yet you cannot pick up the phone to call me. You make me sick to my stomach, and I cannot stand you any longer. My heart does not hurt anymore, which means my love for you has died. All the feelings I once had for you are gone, and they will never return.

Minoshia could not begin to understand the sudden change in her. He gazed at the girl?s fumed, sinister looking face, hoping to get an explanation. How could Bulma, a girl who was always in the jolliest of moods, suddenly lose her cool? How could a girl who loved all and hated nothing, suddenly reveal hate filled eyes. ?What is wrong Bulma?? he wondered. Buried in her rage, she was unable to hear anything, not even the screams filling the battle field..

Vegeta, I have done nothing but love you. Even though this young body hasn?t touched you physically, the future memories will always remain. Ten years from now, we exchanged vows in matrimony. I told you I loved you, you told me you loved me too. Since that day, I did nothing but express how much I loved you, but yet even though I knew you loved me deep down, you never showed affection towards me. You never told me how much you loved me. Love alone is just words. You refused to show it, you stubborn son of a bitch! I even told you all of the things I love about you, but you never told me one. Why did you not return my love the way I desired? I made so many sacrifices; I even blessed you with two children. Did you thank me for them, no. You even spent more time with my children than me, the one who gave them life. What did you ever do to show me how much you loved me, nothing? I did everything for you. I lived for you. Even those nights when you came back from battle injured, badly wounded, I did nothing but stay by your side.

Flashback

(12 years later from Bulma?s perspective)

?Vegeta, w-what happened to you??

?Leave me alone Bulma.?

?Let me help you. Let me take care of those wounds.?

?Back off woman, I do not require any help from you. I said?back OFF!? roared the wounded saiyan, throwing his wife away from him. She stumbled against a table, hitting its edge. ?Agh? she uttered softly. The proud Prince fell to his knees. Bulma held her back, which throbbed in pain. She knew he had bruised her, but this did not stop her from rushing over to him. ?You are my husband. I love you and will help you even if you refuse me.?

?NO, stay away,? he continued stubbornly. The saiyan?s intentions were to push her off him, but in his physical state, he was unable to move his body accordingly. He had no choice but surrender to her. Bulma gently placed him on the bed. He uttered painful cries, as she placed him on top of the mattress. He managed to raise his hand up, still hoping to shift the woman away, but she held onto his cold hands, gently caressing gently, raising its body temperature. Once she felt it was warm enough, she then placing it back by his side. ?Do not try to resist. You are hurt and you must rest my love.?

?Stop calling me that,? he hissed in a low tone of voice, squinting his eyes, up at her.

?I will never stop saying that, my love.? He responded with a painful grunt, and then slowly drifted off to sleep. Bulma herself could still feel the sharp pain in her back. ?This pain is nothing. I would die for you Vegeta. I love you and nobody is going to take you away from me.? She spoke in a soft, warm tone. She reached for his hand, gently kissing it, and then placing it back by is side.

Holding onto her back, she slowly walked over to a chair and then took a seat. She would wait until he awoke. The hours on the clock hung up just below the ceiling ticked away. Still the woman remained awake, gazing peacefully at her husband. A giggle escaped from the young woman?s lips. ?It?s funny Vegeta, how you always say no to going to the movies with me, but if I say let?s have a picnic or lets go out to a restaurant you?re always eager.? She let out a low sigh. ?I wish you?d offer to take me out. Even if it is only once, I?d be grateful. With all your fighting, striving to be better than this so-called Raditzu, we hardly spend time together.?

Morning came, with the introduction of sunny spells. A group of birds gathered, chirping. The saiyan?s eyes opened, staring up at the ceiling. ?Ra-dit-zu. How can you be stronger than a saiyan Prince? It?s absurd. I will prove I am stronger. Huh?? The Prince turned to his side. There, sleeping peacefully with her face flat on a wooden desk was his loving, caring wife. ?She, she was there the entire time. Bulma??

Flashback End

Even with this curse, the memories still remain. I cannot erase the years of neglect you gave me. Nobody deserves what I had to go through.

?SO I WAS JUST A SACRIFICIAL LAMB,? she bellowed. ?If there is one thing I cannot take, IT?S MY EMOTIONS BEING TOYED WITH. Prepare to be the object of my PAAAAAAAIN!? A mighty roar escaped from the girl?s mouth. Her hot body temperature caused her cotton hair band to ignite. The once tied back hair was now free from bondage. Her cyan hair flicked upwards, as silver aura blazed out from inside her, spreading out into every direction on the field, along with the snow beneath her. At the rate she was going, the possibility of many buried under snow was more than likely. Her sudden cause of action took even soldiers of Dante off balance. It was hard for anyone not to notice the powerful surge of energy brushed against their bodies.

?She?ll destroy the tower at this rate,? yelled a Dante soldier.

?Yeah, what the hell stoooop,? screamed another, struggling to abstain himself from being swept away from the girl?s energy. Veins appeared on the enraged teen?s face. Her monstrous pupil-less eyes were filled with blood. Her hair continued to flicker. VEGETAAAA? The girl darted forward, travelling at a great speed. She bulldozed past everyone who blocked the path to her target. Even Dante soldiers tumbled due to the girl colliding into them. Her vision darkened. The only person who seemed to be clear to her at the tower was the King of Saiyan?s, Vegeta II. The short saiyan only uttered a low groan. He never expected a blood eyed girl to be charging towards him. ?There will never be an us as long as I live. YOU?RE FINISHED? she yelled, throwing her fist into his face.

The impact of the punch sent him crashing through a wall in the tower. The King descended to the snowy ground below, crashing on top of decimated concrete from the tower. The girls roars were louder, and more ferocious than that of a Lion?s. She knew she was no match for him, or so she believed, but this did not stop her. ?I will fight you with everything I have. Every fibre inside of me.? Her words were sincere. She swooped down from the hole in the wall. He only managed to picture a blur, but not enough to avoid the powerful kick which sent him sprawling across the snow. His body bounced twice, and then remained still. ?Get up Vegeta. I will show you bitterness for abasing my pride!?

[Broli]

The wind had begun to pick up, rushing through the able bodies that fought for victory in the Battle for Aztec Tower. Broli swung a fist forward, crushing his knuckles into the brain of an unfortunate Syntech soldier. A roar bellowed above him, his eyes looking up to see a side of Aztec Tower blow out with rock and wood. He recognized the woman who stood at its opening, her sea-like hair flowing in the wind as she stood with fiery eyes. Vegeta, the Syntech Commander who had been thrown from the tower, landed on the snowy earth, rolling through the thick powder as the debris surrounded him. ?What?s gotten into her?? yelled the Konat Lieutenant.

?She?s going to destroy the entire tower!? shouted a nearby Dante soldier, Broli nodded in silent agreement. Something had invigorated the human, pushing her to a new level of power. Coming into this game, Bulma had been the weakest of the group. Her revolting power level led many to believe that she would be nothing short of a hassle to the soldiers of the unit, the fact that she was a woman only adding to the unsure minds. Broli could only watch in awe as this predisposition of the earthling?s character was shattered, Bulma lunging for the tower at Vegeta?s throat. The Commander was quicker than her, stumbling to his feet in time to avoid a blow from his former love. ?She needs help,? declared a soldier, ignoring the Syntechees around him as he moved to the human?s aid. Broli grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him backwards.

?Focus on the Syntech around us! This is her battle!? The Saiya-Jin pushed the Dante soldier back into the fray, though he himself kept his attention on Bulma, just in case she did need a helping hand. Slowly, he began fighting towards the embattled couple so that he would be able to jump in at a moment?s notice. He knew that this was Bulma?s battle, but he wasn?t about to allow a soldier as strong hearted as she to go down. After all, Vegeta possessed a power wildly greater than the earthling.

Broli caught the incoming sword of a soldier and pushed it back into him, picking him up and throwing him into another Syntech warrior. Blood doused his clothing, his eyes wide with fury as he killed another soldier. As he whirled around to strike another opponent, his eyes met that of his co-commander, the great King, Vejita I. The Saiyan bowed his head for a moment, acknowledging the royalty of Vejita Ou. ?Where is he?? asked the king. Broli was silent for a moment, noting the concern in his King?s voice. This was not simply a battle between good and evil. This was no mere fight between two sides. A father was being asked to fight his son, and if need be, kill him. Could even the strongest of all Saiyans do such a thing, and even more so, could any man?

The Saiya-Jin motioned towards the ensuing fight between Bulma and Vegeta. The King sighed deeply, his hands unsteady as he watched the fight proceed. ?Broli, I have something to ask of you,? came the wavering, hesistant voice of the King.

Broli bowed his head. ?Yes, master, whatever you desire.?

The solemn King Vejita never ceased to take his eyes off the fight. ?You must do something for me? Something that I do not think I hold the power to do myself, yet something that must be done nonetheless.?

?Anything, sire.?

Silence consumed the two, all the while soldiers exchanging blows around them. At last, the command came, Vejita I thus putting forth the single order that would tear through his heart as it was to be carried out.

?Kill Vegeta.?

[Grandpa Gohan]

Gohan, who had yet to even try and engage in battle yet looked down at the fox mask, he had bought it before the first battle with Syntech, and wore it while he slaughtered many of the Syntech army, including the one who gave him a dagger to the ass. Blood of many stained the old mans hands, all in the name of Dante. This wasn?t going to change; the old human was going to be an unyielding force for Dante.

Slowly he put on the mask, light penetrated into the holes for his eyes. When he was finished it was though he was another person, the opposite of what he normally was. Split personally? No, the masquerade simply released all his inhibitions. He looked over the battlefield, blood was already starting to stain the white snow on the ground, and soldiers of both sides were being extinguished from battle.

Finally the time had come for the old man to join the battle, as if the kitsune mask was his resolve. The old man charged the battlefield, shooting energy balls from his hands, ending people?s lives before he even entered the massacre.

It hadn?t even been that long that the old man had been in battle when he noticed one particular soldier of the opposing force, Syntech. His appearance was that of a normal human, yet he was definitely out of the ordinary. He was quickly dispatching many of the Dante warriors that came his way, swiftly turning their attacks upon themselves.

?Tch, Can?t have that now, can we?? Gramps thought to himself.

Without haste the aged human quickly engaged the young warrior. He instructed the surrounding Dante warriors to find another victim. The two stood face to face for a moment. The war raged on, though it wasn?t apparent to the old man and the much younger looking combatant from Syntech.
?Your name?? inquired Gohan.

?Justinian? he replied, ?Yours??

?Gohan, although it won?t matter for long, I WILL kill you here and now.? The chubby man retorted.

Justinian quickly rushed towards old man Gohan, thrusting his fist forth towards his face, swiftly connecting it dazed the old man for a moment, something Justinian capitalized on, sending repeated blows to the padded stomach. Swiftly he followed up with a roundhouse kick, sending the plump human sprawling on the ground.

After a moment of lying on the ground, the overweight man returned to his feet, dusting himself off and re-adjusting his mask. ?Not too shabby? he announced, praising Justinian momentarily. ?Round two will be much different though.? The short fat man suddenly charged forth, racing in the direction of the human youth.

Stopping just before they collided both of them engaged in hand-to-hand combat, a blur of punches and kicks erupting from both sides. Gohan saw an opening and planned to take advantage of it, quickly grabbing the youngin?s arm, ducking to avoid blow that was about to collide with his face he planted his elbow into the stomach of Justinian. The humanoid almost buckled over in pain, the old man didn?t let up his assault he jumped up and planted his foot on the Syntech warriors head, sending him off flying through the air.

Not even letting the odd humanoid to recover, Gohan lowered himself, his hands at one side, a golden ball of energy erupting from nothing as the old fellow started gathering his ki. ?Its time to end this!? he shouted, his aura bursting forth from nothingness, just as his energy ball did, it began to lick at his body like a forest fire to trees. Gramps shouted aloud ?Masenko!? as he pushed his arms forward, releasing the beam of energy from his hands.

The shaft of light quickly enveloped the young human warrior. The stout man waited a moment, nothing. Gohan was about to engage other soldiers when suddenly a hand grabbed his ankle, holding him in place. He turned and saw Justinian, the top half of his uniform had been burned away and his skin was burned. His arms buried in the ground, and immediately the fat man knew that it was him who held him captive.

?I wont go quickly into the night!? Justinian shouted, his mouth remained open for a moment before his own energy wave came forth from the depths of his stomach, shooting rapidly towards Gohan. It all happened so fast, the old man had been caught off guard and now he was paying for it. The mouth blast hit Gohan hard, sending him off into another Dante warrior.

?Damn! Wasn?t I just here?!? Now angry with himself for letting his guard down the aged human hopped up, a large circular burn in the center of his back was visible. ?An I for an I makes may make the whole world blind, but when I(m through with you, you wont have to worry about it!? Gohan shouted, the air around his body heat up, again Gohan?s aura came into view, burning fiercely about his body. ?Why cant you just die!? He shouted as he rushed the Rubbermaid human again. The two started exchanging blows again. Despite being hit quite a few times, the mask, which was Gohan?s face, was proving quite durable. The two went at it for some time, snow when flying about as the two exchanged blows.


OOC: KC, if you want to reply to this then go for it, if not then Ill cont. this post later. Just for the record though, I dont like how this post started off </3

[Minoshia]

Minoshia ripped through body after body with his curved blade, making mincemeat out of the flesh of Syntech ?warriors?. Calling them warriors was a bit of a stretch, and a bit of a mockery towards the true warriors of the universe. The child noted they fought with the pride of a stillborn animal, they charged into battle with the ferocity of a under nourished lamb. All the ferocity, pride and courage of the Syntech Army resided in the one combatant who still actually believed they had a chance to live after the day?s end, Vegeta, the self-proclaimed King of Saiyans, but the son of the reemerging true king of Vegeta-Sei.

As if his thinking triggered a mental connection with the timid female beside him, Bulma sparked herself into a rage that the dark one hadn?t seen from her before. He was sure she suffered from some sort of mental illness linked to the bipolar personality issue that he sometimes dealt with. She sprinted off into the battle like a warrior poet, slaying everything in her path, bee lining towards the one adversary on the field of battle that everyone recognized, the Syntech commander.

She charged forward, the dark prince slowly fell backwards, towards his commander, who seemed to be moving forwards. Sniper bullets rained over his head, destroying the warriors who stood atop the tower with minute effort. The bullets distracted him from his motive, they whizzed over his head, as swords clashed around him and bodies were cut through and blown away. ?What?s gotten into her?? The Konat yelled to his commander, who nodded and walked away towards the other commander. Everyone was gunning for Vegeta II, the last hope for Syntech. The prince of the nearly extinct race thought the prince to be no actual threat, or not enough of one to keep him from getting distracted from the bloodshed around him long enough to actually proceed to the Vegeta II?s position.

The ignorance of the Syntech army aggravated him the most. They charged towards the Dante unit as it squeezed down on them. Did they not know that the Dante Force, specifically the Outland Regiment, walked with the greatest warrior to ever grace the universe of mortals and immortals alike? They continued to target the commanding units, or the large pockets of soldiers, but they ignored the dark one and left him alone. The child of hellish prophecies was abandoned, no attention geared towards his tiny frame. It was obvious why they did it, why they let him be. They obviously hope we will become uninterested in slaughter if they don?t come to us. The Konat prince nodded in agreement to the voice in his head. They were agreeing on something, the first time in a long time, the demon and the child united on few things in this world, and usually it was eating or sleeping, never battle. Cold, Calculated Fear. It?s understandable really; I wouldn?t want to fight us if I were they.

?Fear? so potent in the air.? Something had changed in his tone; it was more a demonic growling then a voice. His bodyguard shook behind him, noting the change in his ordinarily monotonic vocal structure to the now passionate growling.

?Sir, are you alright?? The bodyguard tapped his rigid shoulders, only to be pushed aside. The Konat grabbed the gun from the young man and motioned for him to stay put. Lifting the semi-automatic machine gun in his hand, he was immediately reminded of a television program he viewed sometime before. The program had ended when a distraught man climbed to the top of a clock tower with a similar sort of weapon, an Earth made Uzi. Had Minoshia turned into this man? An emotionally unstable depressive? He didn?t think so; his actions were completely rational, to him at least.

In the other hand he lifted his curved blade, telling himself that Syntech would regret the day they forgot about him. He walked towards the battlefield, trigger down and energy bullets sprayed men down, slicing into their back and destroying their kidneys. Black liquid leaked from their armor, sliding down their thighs and jumping onto the ground, pooling in a small puddle of misery. They finally noticed him, a group charged at him from his left. Turning the gun, he momentarily let his finger off the trigger to let the energy replenish in the barrel. From the other side, a small shell landed quite some distance away and exploded a group of soldiers sprinting towards him. The fire had caught his eye and he snatched it out the air, bringing it towards him and manipulating it to wrap around his blade. As men caved in on his right, the flaming sword of darkness sliced through their toasty corpses.

He laughed hysterically the whole time, bodies were piling in front of the overheating machine gun, and he quickly had to drop it to avoid it exploding in his hand. Bringing both hands back to his sword he moved it quickly, ripping through the neck of a Syntech warrior and watching the head collapse beside him. They began to back off slowly, not charging as fast as they previously had. It was disappointing, but every disappointment can be easily remedied with impressive determination.

The dark prince tucked his blade into the hilt that hung on his back and sprinted towards a Syntech soldier who stood alone in the midst of a pile of corpses, apparently searching for a weapon to use against the Konat warrior. Minoshia dove onto the unsuspecting humanoid, which fell backwards, leaning on his dead allies. He tried to fight back, and the Konat let him slightly. The two were quickly covered in blood and filth, their bodies squishing against the expressionless faces of fallen Syntech Soldiers, all riddled with bullet holes. The young soldier who defended himself against the Konat quickly realized what he was laying on, and began to shake in disgusted fear; quite on the contrary, Minoshia began to laugh.

The blonde haired boy looked with fear into the blackened eyes of the demon-infested child before him, giving up hope of life with a ?kill me now? expression. The dark prince bared his teeth and plunged them into the neck of the soldier, who howled with incredible pain. He pulled off a piece of flesh, trying to tear it from the neck. The skin was like rubber, it wouldn?t shred. Minoshia pressed his hand against the boy?s forehead and pushed down, creating force in opposite direction, which led to an easier time shredding the neck.

The skin tore now, and Minoshia spit it out, tilting his head back he let the blood run over his tongue and slide into his throat. He smiled devilishly as it filled his esophagus. His fingers squeezed the forehead they were already wrapped around, crushing the skull of the already dying boy. The blood ran down his throat with ease now, pleasing him greatly, his aura erupted around him with a blood red hue and he bounced off the pile of corpses and howled into the air around him.

?The Dark Prince hath arrived!?

[King Cold444]

Amidst the mark of valor, a location that would surely be notable when the time came for this surreality to draw to a close, Cold swung bulbous fists into the clashing forces. But it was so real, drawing Cold away from the illusion of war for but a meager moment of clarity. War was but an illusion was it not?

Wrapping himself in his own arrogant embrace the Changeling stalked forward, through a reckonable force with his sidearm in precise position. The massive rifle that provided cover for the changeling?s dwarfed, yet eager, prowess had long been dismantled under a palling reign of gunfire. Yet King Cold held fast to his tauntingly sluggish swagger. The emperor?s tail sent snow scattering as it slit through the air, leaving a underhanded whiplash and a severed soldier behind as it?s only attest to its devious potency. By now a soldier had taken notice of Cold?s exploits and gathered himself alongside him, throwing shots upon any that came within range. By the time Cold?s simple march towards the structure came to a climax, not within the tower in the least, he?d had a few men at his side and they were sent away with a nod.

It was then that a gray-haired man bumped into him, his visage cloaked by the mask of a fox.

?What the fu?? but before the sovereign even had the time to deliver his profane exclamation, another warrior rushed into the Dante soldier, his banner clearly not that of Dante?s regime. In a blatant retaliation Cold drove his own fist into the awaiting visage of the source of this imbalance, sending the Syntech lieutenant sprawling backwards and the elderly man enough time to regain his footing.

The enigma behind the guise of a kitsune bowed, his hands clasped in a surmountable unity. The signals were potent enough, so Cold slid down into a stance of no particular vantage over the opposition.

?So, I have to face two of you. Why don?t you fight like m?,? Cold took no particular interest in the words seeping from between the lieutenants lips, his fist coming down upon it with enough resilience to split the flesh apart from each other. This, again, took the man by surprise and Cold had yet to halt the call of war for an introduction. Spinning round but once brought the whiplash of the dastardly appendage, attempting to snatch the very life from the timely man. His head was barely cleaved from its shoulders when the man flung himself beneath the fury of the changeling unfit to be a king.

?Kill anything that stands in your way.? Cold had grunted to the old man, turning to continue his waltz as the man gathered himself up. However he was challenged by the lieutenant, who called for the company of the old man as well, identifying him as Gohan. So there they would stand, locked in a deadlock until this confrontation was left either slumped over or simply shattered.

?Gohan, is it?? Cold had called over the tidal roar of battle, his brow contorted to show his misunderstanding. Cold hadn?t really worked out the names of every soldier in his marching unit for obvious reasons. All he could remember were Ben, Broli and some guy named Bob. ?We?ll save the formalities for when were on top of that tower shouting triumph.? King Cold?s finger pointed to the tip of the tower, where shots rained upon as Dante?s reign continued. They would fall, but it would not be quite the walk in the park Cold hoped for.

[Burter]

BATTLE FINISH

It was over before it began.

Syntech was doomed, and they knew it.

But God damned if they didn't fight anyway.

Even as Broli, Co-Commander of the Dante Forces, let out a victory howl on the top of Aztec Tower, the last dying forces of Syntech fought until their last breath.

Meanwhile, husband and wife continued to play a cat and mouse game with their melee assaults, being ignored by the general battle population. Vegeta was clearly the superior fighter, but Bulma's rage gave her the upper hand in both power and speed. It was not a simple fight of territory: no, this one was to the death.

"Vegetaaaaa!" Came a familar howl from the distance. The King ignored it; he had bigger fish to fry.

A fist flew through the body of their oppenent. A third person lept up from the sidelines towards the victor.

Two quick movements...and all three bodies hit the dirt.
















































RESULT

Dante takes the tower.

Bulma is dead, by Vegeta. Reijin has captured Vegeta.

King Cold has earned his x10, and can rp it himself.

Syntech has fallen. All areas previously owned by Syntech are now owned by Dante. Because an army has fallen, new solder types will be revealed tommorrow for everybody. Look forward to it.

Battle aftermaths go here.

[Reijin]

Watching across the battlefield, Reijin surveyed the entire fight with a gleanful eye. This could have all been avoided, but Vejita had allowed his foolish pride to interfere. The difference between Reijin and Vejita was simple; one mistook pride as strength, while the other took pride in his strength. This is why Reijin was the stronger. How could his King not see that? His...

Friendless, a low growl rose into the back of his throat. Is this what he'd been building for? To finally have allies and a place in this world rather than be a tool only to find himself simply cast aside once more as the very tool he was breaking away from being? Across the battlefield he watched, anticipating their actions until Vejita finally turned from a soldier and looked at him. The two shared a mutual sneer... until Vejita spat at the ground before him, showing him a sever lack of respect.

"So that's it then..." the Saiyan mumbled to himself. "You truely did walk away when things became tough and ran out on your allies. You dare to command an army to kill those that you once called your most trusted," his voice slowly grew as even the silent killer in Reijin began to grow angry. A slow blade of ki emerged from each hand as a flame kindled around his body with pyromantic mastery. "You treacherous FILTH!" he yelled across the chaos, knowing from Vejita's arrogant smile that he'd heard. Reijin had no problems with treachery for the sake of a goal, but Vejita had turned away from them all before any such goal had arisen. He would not take that sitting down.

He vanished into the frey, sliding amongst enemies as if they were standing still for him to disembowel, for him to eviscerate, for him to lay their guts out to bleach themselves under the sun on blood soaked snow.

It was a set of rules he'd always lived by. He could allow no doubt to be in his actions, or he would fail. Reijin would not allow himself to fail. Under all circumstances, no matter how sure you are in a decision, the only way to achieve victory is to commit. Commit. To back out with victory at your grasp for doubting yourself was failure.

Something that he had read once... He had learned to live by it, as per his training.

It means only one thing, and everything: cut. Once committed to fight, cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut.
The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resolutely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush Him. Cut him without mercy to the depths of his spirit.
It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death.

Reijin flowed through the crowd under the dance with death so that he was a blur, leaving a strand of bodies within his wake. He had one target, and one target alone.

He emerged from the battle on the other side, breathing and seething with anger, his two swords hanging at his sides as he glared. He barked out a challenge, crying out to his King... "VEJITA!!!!" he had yelled, finding himself to be simply ignored. The Saiyan Overlord simply drew back his fist, and smiled wickedly as his wife's eyes widened.

Reijin darted forward; Vejita was simply too close to be stopped. His fist shattered her skull, sending fragments of bone out into the sky, rippling past Reijin's blurred body as Reijin's sword entered his stomach, emerging from the other side.

He could not save Bulma, her already dead corpse dropping to the ground, but he could take Vejita out. "You will regret the day that you ignored me," he spat into Vejita's pain ridden face.

Broli appeared at his side, and the words were spoken. "This fight is over," he announced, looking at the nearby soldiers. "Call the men to their posts. Take him to the prison quarters."

Reijin rose to his feet, his swords fading away within the nearly fatal wounds in the King's stomach. "You want to let him live?" the warrior inquired in surprise.

Broli nodded. "For now, yes."

Vejita attempted to take advantage of the moment by a sudden surge of energy entering his body, in hopes for a suicidal explosion. In his pain, he was intercepted by Reijin's finger, a tiny trickle of Ki forming a small surgical blade at the tip, entering his neck at the spine and severing his connection to Ki.

The threat was averted, for now. He would repair that strand soon enough.

[Vejita I]

Death. It curled it's undeniable claws upon the soul of men, to forbid them of dreams, hopes, and everything attached. It was despicable, but was inevitable as well. However, in this specific case, the trauma was settling upon the saiya-jin warrior without remorse. The most destruction form of death had seized Vejita I and had stamped its mark on a member of his own family. His mind was without thoughts however, dumbfounded by the events of this battlefield. The warrior's muscles were impaired of motion and could only flinch with the utmost potential of activity.

Though, his heart was ferociously racing, conjuring beats at a substantially great pace. He was numbed of view upon this chaotic world known as Dante. If he wouldn't be, it surely wouldn't have improved it due to the piles of unneccessary corpses. It was undetermined which could be classified as more revolting; the overwhelming stench or the overwhelming river of blood that moistened the planetoid.

Vejita's nostrils flared while envoking oxygen to cope with this bizarre situation. This type of agony hadn't been located in his existence before; it was almost mind-altering. He was being confronted with all of his known demons, combating at his conscience. Why didn't he assist Bulma? The saiya-jin's daughter-in-law had been mowed down before his vision, and he was powerless to halt this tragedy. Was the drowning murmur of the darkness calling upon Vejita I, to question his reliability to the cause? His thoughts had been surpressed and then suddenly detonated without caution.

His conscience was persistantly confronted, with guilt consuming his very soul. He shielded this female throughout the affairs on his homeworld prior to this competition, and now he had been inefficient in doing so here. This moment, this very second, would eternally be a reminder to him. Even with his daughter-in-law slouching below him in a state of mutilation, and his son battered alongside of him, he was incapable of composing a reaction.

The warrior's knees crouched while burrowing his bleeding fingers into the soil. His eyes were swelling with tears, but not a solitary one rested against his cheek. The digging continued further, but only with an acceptable depth. He placed the lifeless self of Bulma, but his fingers placing a touch upon her face that he was convinced would be his final. A sigh escaped himself, while he settled with the idea of appropriately burying her. The saiya-jin's fingers coursed through the planetoid while chunks of dirt were placed above her.

This wasn't about compassion. This wasn't even about respect. The concept of family was valued by him, whether or not this demonic persona was wielding his body as a tool. She was innocent; only fueled by the commands of her superiors. He could not strike his son, just as his son should have been unable to strike her. For this, vengence was in order. A decision had been presented to him, and one that could alter the warrior forever.

He retrieved a metallic object glimmering below with a slight prickle at it's beginning. He inched himself from the burial with the minimal usage of his muscles he possessed for the general direction of Vejita II and Reijin. The once echoe of his heart beats had repressed, and now only fragments of the once solid object were dismantling from this "decision". His eyes were smoldering through his son with intense judgement. He hadn't even commenced his speech and already his son could predict the words from the expression on the elderly saiya-jin.

"You were given a decision, but just as I was given a decision to fight you. Your blind ambitions chose for you. I gave you morals, love, and everything that I could have ever given you. But I realize now - I made a mistake. An error only in my hands and mine alone; an error in concieving in you. This...darkness dwells and grows inside of me, calling me to murder you to prove my self-worth to its cause: the cause of abandoning emotions. I do not do this for it, but instead, I do what I am about to do because I must. A lesson must be taught. A lesson of values, my dear sweet son. And may your lesson..." He paused while his eyes peered directly for the metallic object. "...be acceptable to the one you butchered. I give you life, and I will give you death. But let the men who have felt equally wronged as I be the ones who join me."

OOC: *thumbs down*

[Broli]

The snow had begun to fall once more, blanketing the bloody earth that had been marred due to the recent conflict. Dante had suffered loss, but it had come no where close to the slaughter Syntech had experienced. The force that had been crippled from the start was finally finished, its last few troops cowardly surrendering and joining the ranks of Dante. In two crucial battles, Syntech was gone, leaving three forces to contest for ultimate victory in the event known as Dante?s Abyss: Conquest.

Broli himself stood over the grave, freshly dug with the cold earth and disappearing as the snow fell. Bulma had been amongst the few to die in the battle for Aztec Tower, having been so engrossed in a rage against Vegeta that she gave everything just to ensure a Dante victory. What had enraged her with such a furious fit of anger, Broli was unsure. He did not necessarily regret his decision to not assist the earthling woman; this was simply the mechanisms of fate at work. Bulma made a decision, a decision to give her life for Dante. It was as simple as that. In some ways, Burori was impressed. He had yet to see an earthling fight as Bulma had. She had displayed a vigor for battle that lacked in even a part of the populous of the Saiya-Jins themselves, a race that Broli held the utmost respect for. Could there be other humans like her? Was she unique? Could it be that a race Broli held no expectations for was actually capable of fighting on a level seen in his Saiya-Jin brethren?

The soldiers encircled the tower, their eyes focused on the single wooden door that remained closed. Broli stood before them, some soldiers somber with the realization that a Saiya-Jin Prince had been carried in, but that he would not come out. ?Wait here,? Broli commanded to all the soldiers, opening the door and stepping inside the tower.

The room was frigid, the stones of the floor and walls damp and dripping with a snowy liquid. A single light beamed from above from where the viewing point of the watchtower was. It shone down on the center of the base floor, onto the Prince of Saiyans, Vegeta. He was on his knees, his head sulking against his chest. His hands were tied behind him at the wrists, the metal chain wrapping around his ankles as well. The great King Vejita I stood before him, a look of disgust on the Saiyan?s face. Reijin stood in the shadows, no doubt struggling not to pounce at any moment.

?It was nice to see you again, Vejita.? The Prince spoke abruptly, burying his head back into his chest. This was to be a painful moment for all. Everyone felt betrayed in their own manner, and the results of the next few minutes would be due to a saturation of frustration and hurt between every Saiyan in that room. Broli held the slightest respect for the Prince, who had been courageous enough to fight until the very end. Vegeta held traits of a true Saiyan by doing this, yet he had lost sight of what really mattered. He had essentially spit in the face of his king and his father, who had called on his aid when it was needed most.

?You should have joined us, Vegeta.? Broli remained in the shadows as he spoke. ?Your men would have followed you. There was no pride in this, Prince, as you ignored the beckoning of the great King for your own glory.? The thickness of the air encircled them as Broli managed to whisper, ?? You are no Saiyan.? Vegeta showed no emotion, his head continued to bow against his chest. Broli folded his arms, his face wrought with disappointment. As he had said, Vegeta held traits of a true Saiyan, but only some. Through the interworkings of this event, he had been found lacking in what composed a real Saiyan warrior. Vegeta could not join them now, not after what had been done. ?I wish you well, young Prince. When you return to your life outside of this game, go out into the world and replace yourself in what you are lacking. I look forward to the time when I can respect you as Prince, and when I can bow before you as a true Saiya-Jin.?

Broli would take no part in what was about to occur. It was certain that Vegeta deserved death for his treachery and ignorance of loyalty, but Burori?s heart would allow no action. He had seen enough killing for one day. It would be up to the King to put away his own son, or rather perhaps, the embittered warrior that stood in the shadows of the room, the soldier known as Reijin.

[Vejita I]

The words were as a jagged edged sword being edged into King Vejita's heart, already reverted into mere fragments of its former form. The agonizing torture of this situation was constructing itself into unfathomable proportions. These emotions were mysterious to the saiya-jin, unbeknown to him even through his centuries of existence. He had never been confronted with such a decision of this magnitude. Executing his own flesh, his own son, was beyond comprehension to him. In the similar teachings he recieved just as Vejita II had, there was a belief that was imprinted into his mind to outweigh any other emotion that would ever conflict with it. The value of family was significant to the saiya-jin and his father had established that to King Vejita so long ago. Loyalty was reserved as an envious trait, as was confidence, but the value of one's own blood would have always ruled over any other.

This wasn't about vengence anymore; their was nothing in the elderly saiya-jin's abilities to resurrect his daughter-in-law from the bowels of the afterlife. Nothing would ever exchange this vile situation for a substitute of a more positive conclusion. The events of this day were recorded forever in the fabrics of time. Their was no logic in ceiling his own offspring's fate for the sake of vengence. This was his own law; law that had constricted such disasters as this. To neglect one the importance of a loved ones life was shunned upon. However, this decision was spiraling off from one of confidence into a decision of doubt and questions.

Vejita II's voice was entwined with so much emotion that sincerity was almost ridiculous to disprove. He referred to himself as "nothing", and what his son didn't understand was that his father had bestowed a similar belief in his mind. A belief of inferiority based on his miniature level of power. It was disturbing for King Vejita to realize the similarities. His logic was suggesting that perhaps his mentality had been inherited by Vejita II, and an relevation was noted. For years, he had viewed his son as a superior warrior to himself, and he was obviously inaccurate in his suspicions.


His heart was almost demanding himself of relinquishing the tears that were swelling in his blurred vision of his son. However, they were neglected upon and he could only bow his cranium below to the floor of Dante. The warrior's focus had been ensnared elsewhere, but the clattering of Vejita II being repositioned was noted. The warrior's prior decision was being confronted with both options spawning facts, figures, and even propaganda. Imagery of Bulma's mutilated form were introduced and the whimpering which she displayed in the few seconds prior to her demise.

Alongside of this, his own son's plea was enhanced with volume and booming throughout his mind. King Vejita, Commander of Dante, former ruler of Vejita-Sei, and a symbol of political power on his homeworld - was ultimately unable to enact with a decision. The saiya-jin's eyes shifted, observantly stalking Broli and Reijin with the captive Syntech leader intruding upon the tower. He trailed behind them, but with a sluggish pace. Commander King Vejita was still not able to attain control over himself, but was driven solely by passion to discover a decision. Although, the decision had actually been solidified, but only now was embedded with doubts.

The dim shadows of the Aztec Tower was conveyed with Reijin in the abyss of the shadows. Vejita I was aware of his position, but was enthused to have a dialogue with his son. "You...you speak as I did so long ago, Vejita. The pride is still strong in you my son, but only obscured by this...mentality. The blood of royalty runs in your veins; you are destined for greatness that you have yet not realized. In your next life, may you realize that. Perhaps, you will find yourself just as I have found myself." His son was placed on the chilling metallic floor with shackles confining him of his movements. Tears were equally swelling while he stuttered for the words to describe this. "You...you would kill your own son?" He could no longer persist with even a glance at his father, only shifting his eyes to the darkness.

"Your words force only this situation to worsen, but you do not alter my decision in the least. I bestowed upon you what my father gave to me so long ago, the understanding and the value of our family. Brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers - we must all view them with only love and protection. The human girl was your wife, the mother of your very children. They would look down upon you just as I do, my son." The Dante commander's teeth pressed firmly on his lips to almost blockade the tears.

"Even with this growing darkness lurking in my soul, I will say these words to you. My love will always be with you, but may a higher power show forgiveness for you when I do not..." King Vejita crept backwards with the shadows engulfing him wholely. It was Reijin's time now, and with a nod from Vejita I to the super saiya-jin, it was shown.

[Reijin]

With those words, a demon stepped forward from the shadows. Reijin watched his former ally and friend not as executioner but as an exorcist, simply waiting to release Vejita from his pain. He turned as the others stepped into the shadows, not knowing if they had left or not. Reijin had already told them what he wanted to do, and they had agreed to it, however hesitant they were.

Each boot step sent echoes through the room, sounding the drums of war, as he approached the powerless Saiyan before him. "Why?" he asked, his voice trembling. The royal blooded turned and refused an answer. Reijin simply continued on. "You betrayed your alliance. We have hunted down traitors and have cast them into oblivion together for being treacherous scum. We have equally vouched our distaste for those that run out and join another without the respect of notifying us. Yet you did this..."

His hand extended, open palms facing up, as he motioned his point around him. "Yet I find that after some thought, I have to accept your reasons for betraying your own family and friends as your own, hoping that I might one day understand why you did this. It won't be this day, however. On this day, I wish to make you experience the pain of betrayel." His words seemed to be falling on deaf ears, for the Saiyan before him was clenching his eyes shut and refusing to speak. Reijin's gutteral yell broke the silence in a roar. "Die with dignity, dammit! At least take your pride with you!"

A moment lingered between them before Vejita calmly opened his eyes and looked up at his former ally. "So death is what has been chosen for me," he whispered, his emotions betraying nothing.

Reijin simply nodded sharply before speaking. "At least I give you the opportunity to die as a Saiyan rather than as human scum. You shall experience a pain on a level of nothing you've ever imagined, to show you that if you EVER cross me again then I will make you wish for this pain again to avoid what else you could encounter... And then I will release you. This is simply a game," he mentioned, glancing at the King for the next words, "so killing you is not truelly killing you. I will be simply eliminating you from this tournament. As you know, the King," he stressed, "is going to return to his position as the King of the Saiyans. You are no longer King. You are hardly a Saiyan."

He held two hands before him and the lights blew from their sockets, casting the room into total darkness as the walls seemed to crack from the pressure that surrounded Reijin. "As Videl was turned to ash so that she could arise anew, as a pheonix... I offer you the same." His voice whispered venom that all around could hear. "To fire with you."

In that moment, the former King's body suddenly alit as a funeral pyre, arcing flame from Reijin's own palms as the entire room was bathed in radiance and casting all others further into darkness. The light managed to illuminate the faces of Broli and King Vejita, who both finally turned at the last moment, unable to continue watching.

Reijin simply stood over the writhing still living body of his tormented accomplice. "Go now, my friend, and may you find your peace." The body continued its throes of agony until it finally slowed to a rest, its skin fading to simple ash...

The door to the room was kicked open as Reijin stepped forward, doing the thing that the other two were unable to do on their own. Announce the execution. Light entered the room once more and the two Commanders followed their Lieutenent out the door as Reijin held his hands up before the troops. "The Prince Vejita has chosen death over any other outcome. Therefore, I have granted him this. We shall speak no further of traitors, but rather of allies. My companions... All of you are invited to be accepted into our alliance, Xero Tolerance Complex. For any who decline, I am understanding. For those who accept, I welcome you into the fold. This offer extends to everyone of you, including our King, returned to his throne, and Broli, or equal Commander."

Reijin then turned and strode from the platform, leaving them all in thought.

(OOC: Broli, King Vejita, Akane, Pigero, King Cold, Grandpa Gohan, Minoshia, this is the offer to join XTC. The IC one. Obviously if you are in another alliance, you are in no way expected to drop and join, but you are able if you desire.)

[Old Pigero]

Pigero had not witnessed the mutilation of the saiya-jin traitor that had been killed. Rumors had flooded the perimeter and he soon caught word, but there was something worse then just that he had died. It was how he had died, burnt to death by the mighty flames that were summoned by the mighty Saiya-jin.

That meant that Dante?s forces controlled another huge chunk of the battlefield. Syntech was no more, and that left a lot of land for his army to take over. He also knew that with a bigger target, more shoot for the goal. Damn, that meant that they were going to get attacked more often and much harder. After all they were the dominant force right now. Dante was winning this war, and nothing so far had seemed to cause a crack in their strategy. That is except one thing.

There had been another death, a woman, Bulma. She had been killed by the prince, and now was out from the tournament. One of the elites had been killed, and it was such a shame. She was a great fighter, and had not deserved to be killed by a vicious dog.

The obsidian haired boy had caught word of the Saiyan?s offer to the higher ranking officers of Dante. Mostly, the elites and the ones that ranked higher then soldier. Pigero just happened to be one of those offered. Officially the only thing close to an alliance he had been in was Frozen Darkness, where he had met Captain Silver. That was all he knew of the alliance, on the other hand though, Reijin was incredibly strong. He would no doubt be able to help Pigero in his training.

Stalking into a room, he picked up an inky pen and a soft piece of parchment. His hand glided upon the paper, and he wrote a simple message. Quickly after he was done he stared at it, but he heard footsteps and he rolled it up.

Passing by the man he gave off a gleaming smile, and then he set off to send the letter.