11-29-2006, 09:12 PM
A shroud of thickening dimness transferred it's murky wonder to the vision of the saiya-jin. Time seemed to lack of existence and sluggishly inched with each grain through the hourglass. Even the length of an hour was now equivalent to that of a milisecond. The war of Dante and Syntech had been overwhelmed from his thought process, combating with the conception of his annihilation due to the skirmish between himself and Zarbon. All of his senses in his skin were undergoing a bizarre sensation all over his muscular form, almost as if an unknown warm had snuggled over him. The quantity of sweat that seemed almost unnoticeable had now tripled and was slithering off the lengths of his hair. Vejita's muscles were incapable of movement almost, undetermined whether they were paralyzed from these negative thoughts or from actual physical endangerment. By some act of a miracle, he wobbled involuntarily to the corpse of the transformer, crouching below to simultaneously accumulate his energy as well as to observe the injured commander.
The elderly warrior's fingers clawed themselves through the soil with a sparkling object being reflected from the sun's brilliant rays. Only his index finger and the finger alongside of it could wield such a dwarf object and he raised it parallel to Zarbon's corpse. The scent of rotted meat introduced itself to the saiya-jin, but a corruption had set upon the once nuetral warrior. A pleasance was gained through this revolting fragrance and the saiya-jin could only muffle a sinister chuckle from his lips. Consciousness was liberating itself from his finger tips, but this would be the finale to this battle. A symbolic display of Dante's dominance in this competition for those to witness. The blade was placed into his throat with his adams apple the beginning of the gash. The clatter of meat being sliced ever so delicately was appealing to the saiya-jin, it was horrifying. With every inch he claimed through this malicious slicing was contribution to his sneering expression.
The conclusion of this decapitation proceeded with the saiya-jin's fingers snatching his cranium above with sheer awesome strength. With the transformer's spine exposed, dangling without purpose, he inched backwards with all of his strength. The blade swept through the air with precise accuracy and the body of Zarbon drooped to the floor of Dante's planet with a resounding thud that alerted all of the saiya-jin's motives. The cranium of Zarbon was thrusted above King Vejita as if it were a trophy of his dominance. His eyes were consumed of so much seething hatred that it was as if his heart was going to implode from the surplus of it all. The commander of Syntech's blood contacted with a pitter patter upon the saiya-jin's finger and he seized advantage of this. The word "Dante" was scribbled with the own creatures blood upon his temple. A cackle was all that resumed over the saiya-jin warrior as the severed cranium was placed upon an extensive pole nearby of him.
"Let the river of blood flow upon the realm of Syntech's territor - " With that statement, Vejita I couldn't sustain himself even further. His energy had been sacrificed significantly and his eyelids firmly ceiled the role of Vejita in this post-war celebration. His only statements that he could mutter was the word "Medic" before his body collapsed. The region of Syntech territory shifted from it's semi-vibrant colors to a realm of absolute obscurity. The sight of himself constructed itself gradually with identical details, containing almost no flaws about it. The unknown clone of King Vejita hissed with his demonic eyes almost set on demolishing all who would oppose him, or even those that wouldn't dare to. "The years dwindle, as your power does. The time of your ascension is at place after the power disserted you so many years ago. Taste the power, savor in the wonderful power that IS your fate. Satisfy your thirst my brother, and awaken the sleeping demon. Through him, through his glory, will the ultimate power be yours."
With that, the strength of this demonic King Vejita was compelled with an outrageous power. His muscles were induced with the strength of mammoth proportions and veins crept into visibility. The customary tattered clothes of Vejita I were severed and neglected of their presence. The sinister beast roared a bellow that out-stretched through the chambers of this dim dream. Saliva trickled forth from his mouth without a desire to contain it within his mouth. His strands of murky hair prickled and positioned themselves in an erect form. An amazing view of gold cascaded over him that was outlined with a beautiful visage of crimson. The power and all of it's splendor achieved such an inconcieveable ending to the actual Vejita I. This demonic replica of himself was enriched with his hair bleaching into that of a golden spectacle. The impossible had underwent; was this the actual predictions of the elderly saiya-jin's future? Could he actually seize the super saiya-jin ability with this damned collar upon his throat? A voice loomed in as the image of super saiya-jin Vejita I remained, the voice of the actual saiya-jin warrior. With all of his former insecurities claiming authority over him, the arrogance he once held with the idea of commanding the troops of Dante had been temporarily subsided.
"I....it can't be. I promised myself that that side of me wouldn't be exposed anymore. Failure is my only fate; the loss of Vejita-Sei to my own son, the loss of battles, the never-ending failures. They....taunt me, I can't do it anymore. I am no longer King...but...I wield the power of Dante, and soon the strength of SSJ will flow in my veins. Yes, they'll all bow to my feet. No longer will I cry in the shadows and drown in the tears of my own cries. Misery will not be my future and nor will failure. The throne of Vejita-Sei may not be mine, but the legacy of my kingship has not yet suffered death. Let TODAY be the day that I announce myself; King Vejita has returned, and with power that with rival the gods up above. DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?" King Vejita had achieved something that he possibly hadn't done so in years. The misplaced pride that a saiya-jin warrior is concieved with and the belief of his superiority. With the idea of super saiya-jin being in his possession soon and with his reign of commander of Dante, the true and absolute saiya-jin "king" had been located. His saiya-jin heritage would now be embraced, entirely.
OOC: Burt, you're probably going to shank me for this length, but it was coming. You know it was =O
The elderly warrior's fingers clawed themselves through the soil with a sparkling object being reflected from the sun's brilliant rays. Only his index finger and the finger alongside of it could wield such a dwarf object and he raised it parallel to Zarbon's corpse. The scent of rotted meat introduced itself to the saiya-jin, but a corruption had set upon the once nuetral warrior. A pleasance was gained through this revolting fragrance and the saiya-jin could only muffle a sinister chuckle from his lips. Consciousness was liberating itself from his finger tips, but this would be the finale to this battle. A symbolic display of Dante's dominance in this competition for those to witness. The blade was placed into his throat with his adams apple the beginning of the gash. The clatter of meat being sliced ever so delicately was appealing to the saiya-jin, it was horrifying. With every inch he claimed through this malicious slicing was contribution to his sneering expression.
The conclusion of this decapitation proceeded with the saiya-jin's fingers snatching his cranium above with sheer awesome strength. With the transformer's spine exposed, dangling without purpose, he inched backwards with all of his strength. The blade swept through the air with precise accuracy and the body of Zarbon drooped to the floor of Dante's planet with a resounding thud that alerted all of the saiya-jin's motives. The cranium of Zarbon was thrusted above King Vejita as if it were a trophy of his dominance. His eyes were consumed of so much seething hatred that it was as if his heart was going to implode from the surplus of it all. The commander of Syntech's blood contacted with a pitter patter upon the saiya-jin's finger and he seized advantage of this. The word "Dante" was scribbled with the own creatures blood upon his temple. A cackle was all that resumed over the saiya-jin warrior as the severed cranium was placed upon an extensive pole nearby of him.
"Let the river of blood flow upon the realm of Syntech's territor - " With that statement, Vejita I couldn't sustain himself even further. His energy had been sacrificed significantly and his eyelids firmly ceiled the role of Vejita in this post-war celebration. His only statements that he could mutter was the word "Medic" before his body collapsed. The region of Syntech territory shifted from it's semi-vibrant colors to a realm of absolute obscurity. The sight of himself constructed itself gradually with identical details, containing almost no flaws about it. The unknown clone of King Vejita hissed with his demonic eyes almost set on demolishing all who would oppose him, or even those that wouldn't dare to. "The years dwindle, as your power does. The time of your ascension is at place after the power disserted you so many years ago. Taste the power, savor in the wonderful power that IS your fate. Satisfy your thirst my brother, and awaken the sleeping demon. Through him, through his glory, will the ultimate power be yours."
With that, the strength of this demonic King Vejita was compelled with an outrageous power. His muscles were induced with the strength of mammoth proportions and veins crept into visibility. The customary tattered clothes of Vejita I were severed and neglected of their presence. The sinister beast roared a bellow that out-stretched through the chambers of this dim dream. Saliva trickled forth from his mouth without a desire to contain it within his mouth. His strands of murky hair prickled and positioned themselves in an erect form. An amazing view of gold cascaded over him that was outlined with a beautiful visage of crimson. The power and all of it's splendor achieved such an inconcieveable ending to the actual Vejita I. This demonic replica of himself was enriched with his hair bleaching into that of a golden spectacle. The impossible had underwent; was this the actual predictions of the elderly saiya-jin's future? Could he actually seize the super saiya-jin ability with this damned collar upon his throat? A voice loomed in as the image of super saiya-jin Vejita I remained, the voice of the actual saiya-jin warrior. With all of his former insecurities claiming authority over him, the arrogance he once held with the idea of commanding the troops of Dante had been temporarily subsided.
"I....it can't be. I promised myself that that side of me wouldn't be exposed anymore. Failure is my only fate; the loss of Vejita-Sei to my own son, the loss of battles, the never-ending failures. They....taunt me, I can't do it anymore. I am no longer King...but...I wield the power of Dante, and soon the strength of SSJ will flow in my veins. Yes, they'll all bow to my feet. No longer will I cry in the shadows and drown in the tears of my own cries. Misery will not be my future and nor will failure. The throne of Vejita-Sei may not be mine, but the legacy of my kingship has not yet suffered death. Let TODAY be the day that I announce myself; King Vejita has returned, and with power that with rival the gods up above. DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?" King Vejita had achieved something that he possibly hadn't done so in years. The misplaced pride that a saiya-jin warrior is concieved with and the belief of his superiority. With the idea of super saiya-jin being in his possession soon and with his reign of commander of Dante, the true and absolute saiya-jin "king" had been located. His saiya-jin heritage would now be embraced, entirely.
OOC: Burt, you're probably going to shank me for this length, but it was coming. You know it was =O