02-14-2011, 03:27 AM
"NOW!"
Both Trixie and Prototype extended their palms forward unleashing twin beams of energy aimed straight for the generals' feet. Leaping forward Vad threw his arm over his head not unlike a baseball pitch and whirled his sharpened shield directly at Fums' chest. Wrapping an arm around his wife's waist Zulenka dragged her towards the nearest pod.
"Prototype! Let's go!" He shouted to his partner.
The General had been sufficiently distracted. Vad's shield had embedded itself into his armor coated forearm as he had attempted to block it. Robert quickly retreated upon hearing Vad's voice and entered the nearest unoccupied teleportation tube. With another cluster fuck of blue, red, and black particles the group was teleported to another part of the ship.
Vad was seriously getting tired of the alien horde he had been tasked with defending against. As he was thrown from the teleportation pod he soon realized he was no longer on the alien cruiser when the urge to remove dirt from his mouth arose. Prototype had landed inside a broom closet without his allies, but for now he was safe. Vad and Trixie on the other hand had landed in Rural Prospect A of Trixie's home realm. The Demon Realm.
" We're in the realm again? Won't that set-!?" Vad directed toward his wife.
"Yes...it will. The Realm Militarized Police Force is on the way. I needed to get us out." Beatrix explained.
Trixie moved to her husband and extended her hand. With a frown he took it and hoisted himself onto his feet. His wife was wearing considerably different clothing. A black form fitting tank top covered the upper portion of her torso cutting off just before her navel. Covering her gorgeous legs was a pair of black formfitting jeans and instead of her signature black stilettos a pair of running shoes were instead adorned on her feet. Moving his eyes from his wife's chest to her face he met the frightened gaze of her beautiful pink eyes. Trixie's hair was tied into a fluffy pony tail that flowed halfway down her back. She had reverted to her long hair appearance; Vad could only assume to confuse the realm officials as to who she was.
"What's with the look? Did I miss something?" The saiyan grew concerned. Trixie rarely ever showed true fear.
Both Trixie and Prototype extended their palms forward unleashing twin beams of energy aimed straight for the generals' feet. Leaping forward Vad threw his arm over his head not unlike a baseball pitch and whirled his sharpened shield directly at Fums' chest. Wrapping an arm around his wife's waist Zulenka dragged her towards the nearest pod.
"Prototype! Let's go!" He shouted to his partner.
The General had been sufficiently distracted. Vad's shield had embedded itself into his armor coated forearm as he had attempted to block it. Robert quickly retreated upon hearing Vad's voice and entered the nearest unoccupied teleportation tube. With another cluster fuck of blue, red, and black particles the group was teleported to another part of the ship.
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Vad was seriously getting tired of the alien horde he had been tasked with defending against. As he was thrown from the teleportation pod he soon realized he was no longer on the alien cruiser when the urge to remove dirt from his mouth arose. Prototype had landed inside a broom closet without his allies, but for now he was safe. Vad and Trixie on the other hand had landed in Rural Prospect A of Trixie's home realm. The Demon Realm.
" We're in the realm again? Won't that set-!?" Vad directed toward his wife.
"Yes...it will. The Realm Militarized Police Force is on the way. I needed to get us out." Beatrix explained.
Trixie moved to her husband and extended her hand. With a frown he took it and hoisted himself onto his feet. His wife was wearing considerably different clothing. A black form fitting tank top covered the upper portion of her torso cutting off just before her navel. Covering her gorgeous legs was a pair of black formfitting jeans and instead of her signature black stilettos a pair of running shoes were instead adorned on her feet. Moving his eyes from his wife's chest to her face he met the frightened gaze of her beautiful pink eyes. Trixie's hair was tied into a fluffy pony tail that flowed halfway down her back. She had reverted to her long hair appearance; Vad could only assume to confuse the realm officials as to who she was.
"What's with the look? Did I miss something?" The saiyan grew concerned. Trixie rarely ever showed true fear.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Fighting to the bitter end is an advantage when your opponent does not wish to perish.