03-06-2009, 12:38 PM
There was no doubt. The blood that coursed through Zena's veins was the blood of a saiyan. Diluted, unfortunately, but that brazen outburst, those passionate, determined words proved her warrior ancestry better than any DNA test. Her stubbornness was resolute and unshakable; Orion could see that in her eyes, and hear it reverberate through her defiant speech. Even if the veteran fighter lifted his weapon, fully prepared to launch a tranquilizer dart into her neck, she would not budge. The dart would pierce her skin, the sedative would flow through her blood and her statue-like resolve would crumble. But she would never fight him, not as long as she had a free thought in her mind.
Orion folded his arms and let a light chuckle escape his lips.
Zena looked over her shoulder, hardly expecting the seasoned warrior to laugh at what she thought was a pretty damn convincing case for them to work together against Kai Demolic. This man had lied to her; surely his intentions towards Orion weren't on the level neither. Not to mention that they were saiyans and held some sort of blood pact that prevented them from being adversaries.
"What's so funny?!" she spat, her irises embedded into the corner of her eyes.
Orion let his smirk stay arrogantly painted on his lips, hoping to incite further rage in the saiyan hybrid. "Did you grow up on Vegeta-sei, girl?"
Her aura flared for a moment before settling down. "What are you getting at?"
"I'm judging that because you're not a pure blooded saiyan, you never truly lived on Vegeta-sei. You're young; a lot younger than I am. I can at least surmise that if you were actually birthed on our home planet, you knew nothing of what I endured during my life."
Zena's fury had dulled a moment, if only to hear the one eyed warrior's tale.
"You think that changelings forced the saiyans to become what they were, what they are? Well, of course, they played a pivotal role in the entire perpetual war zone that is our society, but it isn't just those filthy shapeshifters that had no honour. Most saiyans had not a single shred of pride. They were sheep, led along by those reptilian shepherds to do their hideous bidding. And most of them didn't even care. They just laid back and accepted their fate. Besides, the changelings pampered their main needs and desires."
Orion rose a hand, a finger rising from each point. "Fighting, drinking, and sex. For most saiyans, happiness boiled down to these three rudimentary desires. Satisfy those, and most didn't care about pride. Hell, throw zeni into that mix and no saiyan worth his salt could refuse it."
He folded his arms again, his voice growing in intensity. "I've seen changelings kill saiyans, humans, nameks, tuffles, and some races I've never seen before. I've watched from afar, floating in space as an Icer hurls a puff of energy into a planet and morphs and expands it into a brilliant supernova. None ever showed mercy to their victims. Their deaths were either sudden, struck by a cowardly tactic of the lizards, or toyed with as the last drop of blood fell agonisingly from their body." He grimaced as he minced the next words through his grated teeth.
"And I've seen saiyan turn on saiyan. When the opportunity rises, when it's life and death, there is no such thing as pride amongst us. We live purely for ourselves. Whatever it takes to survive, we will do it. Even if it means becoming slaves beneath a tyrannical dictatorship, we will succumb. And if it means forfeiting any concept of honour and brotherhood to our own kin, then we will do it. Don't tell me it has never happened." His one eye shrunk beneath his encroaching eyebrow. "I've been a victim of it first hand."
Suddenly, his blue aura exploded violently around his body. His violet-gold robe ruffled against the winds generated by his own inner energy. Hands balled into fists, he yelled,
"There is no honour amongst anyone! I've been promised 100,000 zeni for each of you that I take down, and I shall be paid in full! Be forewarned, Zena! If you decide to turn your back on me, do not believe that any false sense of saiyan pride lingering in my mind will abruptly stop me. I will turn to face you--"
His blazing aura's navy hue intensified, the jagged spikes widening as he declared,
"--and I will take you down!"
Orion folded his arms and let a light chuckle escape his lips.
Zena looked over her shoulder, hardly expecting the seasoned warrior to laugh at what she thought was a pretty damn convincing case for them to work together against Kai Demolic. This man had lied to her; surely his intentions towards Orion weren't on the level neither. Not to mention that they were saiyans and held some sort of blood pact that prevented them from being adversaries.
"What's so funny?!" she spat, her irises embedded into the corner of her eyes.
Orion let his smirk stay arrogantly painted on his lips, hoping to incite further rage in the saiyan hybrid. "Did you grow up on Vegeta-sei, girl?"
Her aura flared for a moment before settling down. "What are you getting at?"
"I'm judging that because you're not a pure blooded saiyan, you never truly lived on Vegeta-sei. You're young; a lot younger than I am. I can at least surmise that if you were actually birthed on our home planet, you knew nothing of what I endured during my life."
Zena's fury had dulled a moment, if only to hear the one eyed warrior's tale.
"You think that changelings forced the saiyans to become what they were, what they are? Well, of course, they played a pivotal role in the entire perpetual war zone that is our society, but it isn't just those filthy shapeshifters that had no honour. Most saiyans had not a single shred of pride. They were sheep, led along by those reptilian shepherds to do their hideous bidding. And most of them didn't even care. They just laid back and accepted their fate. Besides, the changelings pampered their main needs and desires."
Orion rose a hand, a finger rising from each point. "Fighting, drinking, and sex. For most saiyans, happiness boiled down to these three rudimentary desires. Satisfy those, and most didn't care about pride. Hell, throw zeni into that mix and no saiyan worth his salt could refuse it."
He folded his arms again, his voice growing in intensity. "I've seen changelings kill saiyans, humans, nameks, tuffles, and some races I've never seen before. I've watched from afar, floating in space as an Icer hurls a puff of energy into a planet and morphs and expands it into a brilliant supernova. None ever showed mercy to their victims. Their deaths were either sudden, struck by a cowardly tactic of the lizards, or toyed with as the last drop of blood fell agonisingly from their body." He grimaced as he minced the next words through his grated teeth.
"And I've seen saiyan turn on saiyan. When the opportunity rises, when it's life and death, there is no such thing as pride amongst us. We live purely for ourselves. Whatever it takes to survive, we will do it. Even if it means becoming slaves beneath a tyrannical dictatorship, we will succumb. And if it means forfeiting any concept of honour and brotherhood to our own kin, then we will do it. Don't tell me it has never happened." His one eye shrunk beneath his encroaching eyebrow. "I've been a victim of it first hand."
Suddenly, his blue aura exploded violently around his body. His violet-gold robe ruffled against the winds generated by his own inner energy. Hands balled into fists, he yelled,
"There is no honour amongst anyone! I've been promised 100,000 zeni for each of you that I take down, and I shall be paid in full! Be forewarned, Zena! If you decide to turn your back on me, do not believe that any false sense of saiyan pride lingering in my mind will abruptly stop me. I will turn to face you--"
His blazing aura's navy hue intensified, the jagged spikes widening as he declared,
"--and I will take you down!"
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