11-05-2005, 01:19 PM
?Not bad.? Vegeta held himself up on the back wall of the cell. He could literally feel the blood sliding down his face, almost as if it was existing everywhere. The spit that flung out from his mouth and onto the ground held the same red oozing color to it.
?Tch? I haven?t even gotten started.? Raditzu?s pupils had yet to return to their original mainframe, and his lips curled in such a fashion to show just how much enjoyment he was getting out of the battle.
The televisions in the two back corners suddenly turned on. The fighting between the two Saiya-jin warriors had taken a pause as they both heard the static coming from the box shaped screen. Everyone was watching the duals, but then looked up to see what happened. Even the fighters stopped in their tracks and turned to examine the situation.
"Hello," said the figure in the set. It was Brim, and he was apparently in bad shape. Bandages covered up his entire torso and face and his skin seemed to be deeply bruised. He wasn't smiling at all, and had good reason not to. "As I'm sure you all have heard, I have challenged your reptilian friend to a dual to the death, and I won. The battle has taken it's toll on me, as you can see." He let a gentle grin float about from his lips and continued, "I programmed Burter's collar to disallow him to exist when I killed him. I am sure you will be happy to hear this: I didn't kill him."
There was that name again. Burter was the one that his daughter was crying about, there?s no doubt about it. Never had he laid eyes upon this fighter, but apparently he meant a lot to not only her, but others as well.
"Burter killed himself at the last moment. He is still alive, somewhere out there. He did not go back to Arlia; but he is somewhere. I assure you, your lizard friend is still in this universe."
Was this Brim character telling the truth? How could one be certain that he wasn?t just playing another of his games on them? Was Burter still alive somewhere? A few sighs could be heard from around the bloodied Saiya-jin, and he couldn?t figure out for the life of him why this Burter guy was worried about so much.
"Now, I know many of you want to battle me. I'm aware...but whether you like it or not, this is still my show, and this is still my game. You will play, simple as that."
"We'll see about that..." someone obviously couldn?t resist themselves and spoke out the same thing just about everyone in the cell was thinking.
"Things are being prepared for the game to continue. Until then, I will grant you this. If you have some frustration to let out, you can! Any fights will be taken into the gladiator dome, part of this building, where you can dual. Be warned: death can and probably will occur there." Vegeta?s eyes widened a bit at Brim?s remarks, and before he could really make anything out from it, he had been teleported.
The dome was like any other sandy pitted battlefield, but there was no audience to watch. Just the dome, and prison cell, and no way out.
?Perfect.? Vegeta?s eyes darted around the empty arena. Now there was enough space to completely unleash his power without worrying about injuring some one he cared about. There were two others in the arena with them, but he paid no attention to them. His focus was on the Saiya-jin warrior in front of him; Raditzu. Vegeta?s leg slid back and his arms came up across his body, his posture transformed into something of unusualness, but soon subsided into his casual fighting stance.
?Happy now?? Raditzu popped the question with a sort of mocking tone. The Saiya-jin prince just stared back into his eyes. The two glared back and forth, as if they were debating with each other using just their eyes.
?Not until I see your rotting corpse.? Vegeta?s aura suddenly erupted even larger around his silhouette, and his hair became just a bit longer. Its golden flare peaked higher then before, and the sparks reappeared around his body. It danced around him like a ballet dancer performing for an audience of many, knowing that she was about to receive the greatest of applauses. Raditzu wasn?t about to let Vegeta put on a show without him, and he began to increase his power as well. The two fighters gathered their energy, ki, thoughts, and realized that there was no question to the fact that these two fighters were the strongest in the universe. The second level of Super Saiya-jin surged throughout their veins, and empowered them with an ability like none other, it was magnificent.
?Not happening.? Raditzu and Vegeta launched forward, both aiming to do the same kind of damage, the fatal kind. The prince made the first attack, sling shooting his arm forward, aiming to land a punch, but Raditzu easily dodged it with his incredible speed, countering with a swift knee into his gut. Vegeta keeled forward, and made ready for the next attack, a left jab from Rad. It was caught in the palm of Vegeta?s right, gripping it tightly and pulling him inward. He followed through with his own knee attack, thrusting it deep into his side. It wasn?t the first time Vegeta landed an attack onto his ribs, but the advanced armor that the Saiya-jins were wearing protecting them from what could have been bone crushing blows.
Raditzu spun around to the side, still feeling the tingling sensation in his side, and pressed both of his open palms up against Vegeta?s chest. With a loud and bright expression, an explosion erupted at point blank range, sending the prince hurling through the air and colliding hard into the cement wall that surrounded the arena. It cracked in the shape of a body, but was soon left to be alone as the prince retaliated forward, vanishing with great speed and appearing in front of his opponent. A barrage of fists were thrown into Raditzu?s face and chest, temporarily rendering him unfocused and open. Vegeta?s hands found their way onto the son of Bardock?s cranium, wrapping his fingers tightly onto the back of it and forcing both of his arms downward. Simultaneously, he lifted his knee up and made contact on the Saiya-jins face, the force was strong enough to send the fighter?s blood sprawling everywhere.
Vegeta?s opponent stumbled back ward, shaking his head a bit as too release the suddenly spell from his eyes. He didn?t waste any time in launching forward again, placing a good hold on inward contact, his elbow found it?s way hard into Vegeta?s chest, knocking him backward and rolling onto the ground. His hands gripped the deck, and he flipped back onto his feet, almost slipping on the sand but finally finding his footing. As he regained vision on his enemy, Raditzu was already in his face, and throwing a rally of punches and kicks onto the double ascended Super Saiya-jin. It was hard keeping up with his movements, making it clear on who was the faster of the two. Vegeta?s face burned as a fist connected onto his cheek. It must have been a thousand times greater than what Bra had experienced from the simple slap she received in order to make the prince of Saiya-jins stumble to the side. His legs were kicked out from under him, and his body fell hard onto the ground. The air felt as if it was literally ripped out from inside of him, and he gasped to recapture it before it was too late.
His vision was blurred, but he knew he couldn?t stop there, he saw a figure suddenly fade into picture above him, and he felt the sudden touch of death place a hand on his shoulder. But he refused to go with him, quickly rolling to the side and watching as a large eruption of sand exploded into the air. That was all from one punch, equal to the force of a hand grenade strong enough to shatter buildings. Vegeta?s eyes finally came to, and he was lucky enough to witness something quite unusual, definitely a first for the Saiya-jin prince. Raditzu?s entire right arm seemed to be coated with a type of metal. A metal which appeared to weigh nothing, possibly the infusing of his ki enabled quick movement and stability without losing his regularity.
It was unbelievable, but this appeared to be related to the same technique which Vegeta had seen on planet Namek when he had entered Crumble Incorporated. The boy which barred him down was using a sort of metal manipulating technique. Apparently Raditzu had learned the same feature, and was using it against him in this worth while match. There were vents along his fore arm, and they occasionally hissed open, releasing a burst of ki which increased the swing of the punch, rendering it almost impossible for Vegeta to dodge the next few blows. His body ached and torn apart at the seams as the metal fist dug deep into his meat. The veins and blood vessels could almost be felt exploding inside of his very being. He screamed out in pain as he felt one final blow collide into his gut, causing him to spew up a tremendous amount of blood and spit, spilling it all amongst the ground and onto his opponent?s armor.
Vegeta felt like he just had his stomach pumped, it caved inward and caused his legs to shake with the intensity of an earthquake. Raditzu leapt up into the air and spun around, releasing a tremendous blow to the skull with the heel of his foot, sending Vegeta sprawling along the sand. He grunted, just laying there for a few moments, taking the recent happenings in and analyzing them. There was no way to win like this, his body was wrecked, and his muscles ached from the sudden use of Super Saiya-jin 2. It was only the second time that he had transformed into this state, but the dragonball he possessed enabled him to control it like a pro.
But he couldn?t give up, not now, not against a low class Saiya-jin. It was as if thinking he was a low class would enable him the power to defeat his opponent with ease, but alas it would not. Raditzu had obtained a great source of power, and he used it like it was a part of his soul. A true Saiya-jin warrior who has become one with what he was; an elite fighter with the ability to kill all who stood in his path. The power was legendary, and Vegeta continued to think that he was not too far away from it.
His hands gripped tightly onto the sand beneath him and his knees began to slide underneath his frame, propping the bottom half of his body up off the ground. He couldn?t describe the incredible pain he was in, but it was something he hadn?t felt in the longest of ages. Not since he was ripped apart by the fusion of Kamikorro Daimoun. Raditzu apparently took this time to enjoy a breather, watching his Saiya-jin prince grunt and attempt to push himself up even onto his hands, enough to just look around at his surroundings. His arms were hanging their calmly by his waist, and the metal he had used to wrap his arm in had vanished, leaving nothing but fragile skin and blood tissue.
?Ugh?bastard.? Vegeta cursed under his breath, legs shaking as he slowly rose up onto his feet. His golden hair remained on top of his head, but the aura that danced lively around him was gone. The energy he had used was thrown out the window with Raditzu?s attack, but there had to be another way. Every fighter has weaknesses, just what exactly was Rad?s?
?You ready to continue? Or do you need another breather?? Raditzu?s hands rose up into his guard mode, again ready to pursue his opponent.
?I?m fine.? Vegeta?s voice became stiff and unharmed. His body began to increase in mass as he inhaled, holding it in for a few seconds and releasing it back out into the wild. His exhale was like a refreshing anecdote, but now it was time to continue. His lips parted and a low growl began to ensue from his lungs, and the aura once again reappeared around his body. It was hard for the Saiya-jin prince, but he once again attained the tremendous power of the second level, and he shifted into his fighting position. His posture, the way he held himself, seemed like he wasn?t even hurt, but deep down inside, he knew the pain that thrashed around inside of his body. No way in hell though would he ever show it. Almost a Saiya-jin trademark.
Vegeta?s arms suddenly shot out to his sides, erected at the utmost intense form, and his open palms began to pulsate with fire and power. A large ball of ki began to form at the ends of his hands, and grow with the sudden change of time. ?Big Bang Attack!? His trademark move was brought together in front of his chest, both palms joining together and the spheres of ki became one, releasing a large pillar of power screaming towards his opponent. Round 2 was about to being.
?Tch? I haven?t even gotten started.? Raditzu?s pupils had yet to return to their original mainframe, and his lips curled in such a fashion to show just how much enjoyment he was getting out of the battle.
The televisions in the two back corners suddenly turned on. The fighting between the two Saiya-jin warriors had taken a pause as they both heard the static coming from the box shaped screen. Everyone was watching the duals, but then looked up to see what happened. Even the fighters stopped in their tracks and turned to examine the situation.
"Hello," said the figure in the set. It was Brim, and he was apparently in bad shape. Bandages covered up his entire torso and face and his skin seemed to be deeply bruised. He wasn't smiling at all, and had good reason not to. "As I'm sure you all have heard, I have challenged your reptilian friend to a dual to the death, and I won. The battle has taken it's toll on me, as you can see." He let a gentle grin float about from his lips and continued, "I programmed Burter's collar to disallow him to exist when I killed him. I am sure you will be happy to hear this: I didn't kill him."
There was that name again. Burter was the one that his daughter was crying about, there?s no doubt about it. Never had he laid eyes upon this fighter, but apparently he meant a lot to not only her, but others as well.
"Burter killed himself at the last moment. He is still alive, somewhere out there. He did not go back to Arlia; but he is somewhere. I assure you, your lizard friend is still in this universe."
Was this Brim character telling the truth? How could one be certain that he wasn?t just playing another of his games on them? Was Burter still alive somewhere? A few sighs could be heard from around the bloodied Saiya-jin, and he couldn?t figure out for the life of him why this Burter guy was worried about so much.
"Now, I know many of you want to battle me. I'm aware...but whether you like it or not, this is still my show, and this is still my game. You will play, simple as that."
"We'll see about that..." someone obviously couldn?t resist themselves and spoke out the same thing just about everyone in the cell was thinking.
"Things are being prepared for the game to continue. Until then, I will grant you this. If you have some frustration to let out, you can! Any fights will be taken into the gladiator dome, part of this building, where you can dual. Be warned: death can and probably will occur there." Vegeta?s eyes widened a bit at Brim?s remarks, and before he could really make anything out from it, he had been teleported.
The dome was like any other sandy pitted battlefield, but there was no audience to watch. Just the dome, and prison cell, and no way out.
?Perfect.? Vegeta?s eyes darted around the empty arena. Now there was enough space to completely unleash his power without worrying about injuring some one he cared about. There were two others in the arena with them, but he paid no attention to them. His focus was on the Saiya-jin warrior in front of him; Raditzu. Vegeta?s leg slid back and his arms came up across his body, his posture transformed into something of unusualness, but soon subsided into his casual fighting stance.
?Happy now?? Raditzu popped the question with a sort of mocking tone. The Saiya-jin prince just stared back into his eyes. The two glared back and forth, as if they were debating with each other using just their eyes.
?Not until I see your rotting corpse.? Vegeta?s aura suddenly erupted even larger around his silhouette, and his hair became just a bit longer. Its golden flare peaked higher then before, and the sparks reappeared around his body. It danced around him like a ballet dancer performing for an audience of many, knowing that she was about to receive the greatest of applauses. Raditzu wasn?t about to let Vegeta put on a show without him, and he began to increase his power as well. The two fighters gathered their energy, ki, thoughts, and realized that there was no question to the fact that these two fighters were the strongest in the universe. The second level of Super Saiya-jin surged throughout their veins, and empowered them with an ability like none other, it was magnificent.
?Not happening.? Raditzu and Vegeta launched forward, both aiming to do the same kind of damage, the fatal kind. The prince made the first attack, sling shooting his arm forward, aiming to land a punch, but Raditzu easily dodged it with his incredible speed, countering with a swift knee into his gut. Vegeta keeled forward, and made ready for the next attack, a left jab from Rad. It was caught in the palm of Vegeta?s right, gripping it tightly and pulling him inward. He followed through with his own knee attack, thrusting it deep into his side. It wasn?t the first time Vegeta landed an attack onto his ribs, but the advanced armor that the Saiya-jins were wearing protecting them from what could have been bone crushing blows.
Raditzu spun around to the side, still feeling the tingling sensation in his side, and pressed both of his open palms up against Vegeta?s chest. With a loud and bright expression, an explosion erupted at point blank range, sending the prince hurling through the air and colliding hard into the cement wall that surrounded the arena. It cracked in the shape of a body, but was soon left to be alone as the prince retaliated forward, vanishing with great speed and appearing in front of his opponent. A barrage of fists were thrown into Raditzu?s face and chest, temporarily rendering him unfocused and open. Vegeta?s hands found their way onto the son of Bardock?s cranium, wrapping his fingers tightly onto the back of it and forcing both of his arms downward. Simultaneously, he lifted his knee up and made contact on the Saiya-jins face, the force was strong enough to send the fighter?s blood sprawling everywhere.
Vegeta?s opponent stumbled back ward, shaking his head a bit as too release the suddenly spell from his eyes. He didn?t waste any time in launching forward again, placing a good hold on inward contact, his elbow found it?s way hard into Vegeta?s chest, knocking him backward and rolling onto the ground. His hands gripped the deck, and he flipped back onto his feet, almost slipping on the sand but finally finding his footing. As he regained vision on his enemy, Raditzu was already in his face, and throwing a rally of punches and kicks onto the double ascended Super Saiya-jin. It was hard keeping up with his movements, making it clear on who was the faster of the two. Vegeta?s face burned as a fist connected onto his cheek. It must have been a thousand times greater than what Bra had experienced from the simple slap she received in order to make the prince of Saiya-jins stumble to the side. His legs were kicked out from under him, and his body fell hard onto the ground. The air felt as if it was literally ripped out from inside of him, and he gasped to recapture it before it was too late.
His vision was blurred, but he knew he couldn?t stop there, he saw a figure suddenly fade into picture above him, and he felt the sudden touch of death place a hand on his shoulder. But he refused to go with him, quickly rolling to the side and watching as a large eruption of sand exploded into the air. That was all from one punch, equal to the force of a hand grenade strong enough to shatter buildings. Vegeta?s eyes finally came to, and he was lucky enough to witness something quite unusual, definitely a first for the Saiya-jin prince. Raditzu?s entire right arm seemed to be coated with a type of metal. A metal which appeared to weigh nothing, possibly the infusing of his ki enabled quick movement and stability without losing his regularity.
It was unbelievable, but this appeared to be related to the same technique which Vegeta had seen on planet Namek when he had entered Crumble Incorporated. The boy which barred him down was using a sort of metal manipulating technique. Apparently Raditzu had learned the same feature, and was using it against him in this worth while match. There were vents along his fore arm, and they occasionally hissed open, releasing a burst of ki which increased the swing of the punch, rendering it almost impossible for Vegeta to dodge the next few blows. His body ached and torn apart at the seams as the metal fist dug deep into his meat. The veins and blood vessels could almost be felt exploding inside of his very being. He screamed out in pain as he felt one final blow collide into his gut, causing him to spew up a tremendous amount of blood and spit, spilling it all amongst the ground and onto his opponent?s armor.
Vegeta felt like he just had his stomach pumped, it caved inward and caused his legs to shake with the intensity of an earthquake. Raditzu leapt up into the air and spun around, releasing a tremendous blow to the skull with the heel of his foot, sending Vegeta sprawling along the sand. He grunted, just laying there for a few moments, taking the recent happenings in and analyzing them. There was no way to win like this, his body was wrecked, and his muscles ached from the sudden use of Super Saiya-jin 2. It was only the second time that he had transformed into this state, but the dragonball he possessed enabled him to control it like a pro.
But he couldn?t give up, not now, not against a low class Saiya-jin. It was as if thinking he was a low class would enable him the power to defeat his opponent with ease, but alas it would not. Raditzu had obtained a great source of power, and he used it like it was a part of his soul. A true Saiya-jin warrior who has become one with what he was; an elite fighter with the ability to kill all who stood in his path. The power was legendary, and Vegeta continued to think that he was not too far away from it.
His hands gripped tightly onto the sand beneath him and his knees began to slide underneath his frame, propping the bottom half of his body up off the ground. He couldn?t describe the incredible pain he was in, but it was something he hadn?t felt in the longest of ages. Not since he was ripped apart by the fusion of Kamikorro Daimoun. Raditzu apparently took this time to enjoy a breather, watching his Saiya-jin prince grunt and attempt to push himself up even onto his hands, enough to just look around at his surroundings. His arms were hanging their calmly by his waist, and the metal he had used to wrap his arm in had vanished, leaving nothing but fragile skin and blood tissue.
?Ugh?bastard.? Vegeta cursed under his breath, legs shaking as he slowly rose up onto his feet. His golden hair remained on top of his head, but the aura that danced lively around him was gone. The energy he had used was thrown out the window with Raditzu?s attack, but there had to be another way. Every fighter has weaknesses, just what exactly was Rad?s?
?You ready to continue? Or do you need another breather?? Raditzu?s hands rose up into his guard mode, again ready to pursue his opponent.
?I?m fine.? Vegeta?s voice became stiff and unharmed. His body began to increase in mass as he inhaled, holding it in for a few seconds and releasing it back out into the wild. His exhale was like a refreshing anecdote, but now it was time to continue. His lips parted and a low growl began to ensue from his lungs, and the aura once again reappeared around his body. It was hard for the Saiya-jin prince, but he once again attained the tremendous power of the second level, and he shifted into his fighting position. His posture, the way he held himself, seemed like he wasn?t even hurt, but deep down inside, he knew the pain that thrashed around inside of his body. No way in hell though would he ever show it. Almost a Saiya-jin trademark.
Vegeta?s arms suddenly shot out to his sides, erected at the utmost intense form, and his open palms began to pulsate with fire and power. A large ball of ki began to form at the ends of his hands, and grow with the sudden change of time. ?Big Bang Attack!? His trademark move was brought together in front of his chest, both palms joining together and the spheres of ki became one, releasing a large pillar of power screaming towards his opponent. Round 2 was about to being.
~Semper Fidelis~