11-19-2006, 09:13 PM
Reality shifted and was altered beyond the limitations of the saiya-jin warrior's comprehension. The world of overpowering creatures whose desperation stenched from their very breath upon his world had been manipulated into a sight of brilliance. The wonder of the imagination had been unlocked with a magnificent introduction to Vejita I. Sparkles of gold glimmered upon his fluttering eyes while attempting to adjust to this setting. A solitary confined room had been successful in ensnaring the admiration of this saiya-jin and he ogled at the beauty with sheer wonder, analyzing every engraving and detail he could decypher from his observations. It was constructed with the undeniable objective for defensive measures, perhaps against battles or tyrants. His pupils were being seduced with imagery of his former existence. Vejita's brain was unloading obscure visuals of a period at which he withheld the ultimate strength that his race could acquire; not super saiya-jin or an extension of their fighting capabilities. Only the political strength that entitled him to wielding the overwhelming military strength of Vejita-Sei and presented him with the title of being "king of the saiya-jin race."
"This is....but a dream!" That word, "dream", was so revolting as it was liberated from his lips that it was almost bitter to his tongue. His tongue couldn't even structure the prenounciation since it was only dilluting his dreams of once again seizing authority over the throne. However, that unfortunate incident had been bestowed upon with a rejuvination of hope while an object placed itself ahead of him. Fate had almost secured him of witnessing this amazing marvel and irony had as well. The functions of his brain were silenced under the unavoidable power that this "object" held upon him. "How..." The commencement of the sentence lingered briefly while the object became further visible in the swift pace he achieved towards it. The throne almost commanded of him to seat himself in order to symbolize his dominance once again, whether being a commander in this event or being the royal dictator of his homeworld. While inches from the throne, his heart was pumping with adrenaline that seemed to excessively inhabit him. Without hesitation or even a single deliberation, he placed himself in the comforts of the throne with a familiar stern expression that he once provided for his people so many years ago.
"How...quaint." He deliciously uttered all the while securing himself upon the throne. He stroked at the unshaven beard that had portruded from his pours at an almost inexuseable length. Vejita's soothing instance of joy unfortunately had been severed by an unknown creature storming into the barracks. This creature's identity was undetectable, but his purpose was not. He bowed with only respect for the former ruler of Vejita-Sei while tilting his cranium to the floor, almost as if he was unworthy to gaze upon the commander of the Dante forces. His lips motioned, but Vejita was unable to process the information due to the consumption of power that coursed into his veins. The form of power that he had experienced with kingship and now seemed to have been awarded in this competition. Vejita disregarded any speech from the underlying and immediately announced at a tone that could be witnessed beyond the boundaries of even the barracks. "I do not question my belonging in this competition; I merely embrace this moment as if it were my last. I will walk as a man after Dante's Abyss, but here today will be the rebirth of someone who died long ago. King Vejita had been reclaimed and all of his glory shall be realized. Bring to me - the saiya-jin with the name...." King Vejita paused momentarily while his eyelids concealed his pupils with a mass quantity of oxygen being inhaled through his nostrils.
"Reijin."
OOC: Broccoliz, I didn't want this post to be even longer than it had to be(due to laziness), so I just RPed as if you hadn't made it there yet. Yeah, yeah, sue me.
"This is....but a dream!" That word, "dream", was so revolting as it was liberated from his lips that it was almost bitter to his tongue. His tongue couldn't even structure the prenounciation since it was only dilluting his dreams of once again seizing authority over the throne. However, that unfortunate incident had been bestowed upon with a rejuvination of hope while an object placed itself ahead of him. Fate had almost secured him of witnessing this amazing marvel and irony had as well. The functions of his brain were silenced under the unavoidable power that this "object" held upon him. "How..." The commencement of the sentence lingered briefly while the object became further visible in the swift pace he achieved towards it. The throne almost commanded of him to seat himself in order to symbolize his dominance once again, whether being a commander in this event or being the royal dictator of his homeworld. While inches from the throne, his heart was pumping with adrenaline that seemed to excessively inhabit him. Without hesitation or even a single deliberation, he placed himself in the comforts of the throne with a familiar stern expression that he once provided for his people so many years ago.
"How...quaint." He deliciously uttered all the while securing himself upon the throne. He stroked at the unshaven beard that had portruded from his pours at an almost inexuseable length. Vejita's soothing instance of joy unfortunately had been severed by an unknown creature storming into the barracks. This creature's identity was undetectable, but his purpose was not. He bowed with only respect for the former ruler of Vejita-Sei while tilting his cranium to the floor, almost as if he was unworthy to gaze upon the commander of the Dante forces. His lips motioned, but Vejita was unable to process the information due to the consumption of power that coursed into his veins. The form of power that he had experienced with kingship and now seemed to have been awarded in this competition. Vejita disregarded any speech from the underlying and immediately announced at a tone that could be witnessed beyond the boundaries of even the barracks. "I do not question my belonging in this competition; I merely embrace this moment as if it were my last. I will walk as a man after Dante's Abyss, but here today will be the rebirth of someone who died long ago. King Vejita had been reclaimed and all of his glory shall be realized. Bring to me - the saiya-jin with the name...." King Vejita paused momentarily while his eyelids concealed his pupils with a mass quantity of oxygen being inhaled through his nostrils.
"Reijin."
OOC: Broccoliz, I didn't want this post to be even longer than it had to be(due to laziness), so I just RPed as if you hadn't made it there yet. Yeah, yeah, sue me.