12-18-2006, 09:50 PM
Words were unspoken, unexchanged by the fastened lips of soldiers. This situation was incapable of being described by sheer words anymore. This war had manifested beyond proportions and had been altered from the carefree mood that had been set previously. No more would the following days of Dante be as unchallenging to the Vejita and Broli's forces. Syntech had set upon them a mentality of superiority that had been diminished at this very moment. Outcasts were symbolized the blockade to the sight of victory that they so desperately sought with their fingers inching for its possession. Vejita I's speeches could not affect these men here today, not even one deriving from pits of his soul could penetrate the pride that was flourishing through them. Dante had secured their place among the greatest in this competition, and no one could decieve them otherwise.
The miniature form of the saiya-jin warrior could only creep himself through the mayhem with bodies riddled among the plains of the Outcast's territory. That familiarizing stench and sight wasn't enlightening to him at all, but merely the identication of his brothers and sisters being situated in demeaning positions with the life stripped from their soulless bodies. Their deaths described in each one of them; such as men slouched upon the floor of the planetoid with limbs dettached of from utilization with their eyes lacking of any sensation whatsoever. Only the clear tent of their eyes could be portrayed upon the commander of Dante with smoldering emotions dwelling in his heart. That tornado of corruption, that had clenched his flesh and wielded him as if he were a puppet of a satanic figure, was once again surfacing from his interior.
His skin tone was swept with a crimson tone and his eyes were portuding with a redness that was intimidating to all who dared glance at the political figure. The commander was almost attempting to latch onto this portion of himself to blur the definition of mercy to his memory. The only fate that these creatures were deserving of was the most incomprehensible form of death; a death that would expell all of challenging the might of Dante, even the notion. With his arms lacking of motion over one another with his aimless strolling, his thoughts were constructing this beast to unleash. The once positive thoughts of King Vejita had been abolished and had been empowered with only those of sinister depths. The creature that would obtain the power of super saiya-jin for him had been unlocked and his muscles twitched furiously from his arrival. His arms relinquished themselves from their form and tightened themselves into a stance of preparation for the undeniable battle ahead of him.
"Fight and make the name Dante escape from their lips." His voice was unraveled of that tone he had once wielded and was now a combination of so much authority and hatred. That sentence was discrete, but its emotions had enstilled a sufficient amount of information upon the soldiers of Team Fusion. They pierced through the vicinity and only the visuals of the Outcast's bodies being mangled were present. Victory would be swept under by Vejita and Broli if hell itself was required; desperation was quite a factor in war, obviously. King Vejita roared with desire, desire only to maintain their overwhelming status in this competition. With his boots planting rather firmly into the soil, he marched with only pride into the depths of the fortress. Hyperton Fortress was an appealing view, but he was only interested in acquiring a challenge from a high-ranking soldier.
The saiya-jin's pace was hastened with his arms swinging at an equal velocity while he scurried through the openings of the random splotches of clashing soldiers surrounding him. A specific creature was bestowed to his sights; one that was fullfilling of the beast thirsty of blood and for dominance. The Outcast soldier's locks were an immediate hint with the darkening tent being the most evident to him. This officer was of saiya-jin heritage, and his face was triggering a past that extended numerous years from this day. Vejita's movements were thwarted instantaneously and his demonic eyes were compelled into a trance by this saiya-jin warrior. He had been invited to accompany this beings sons on Vejita-Sei prior to DA:C, and faces of his past swept through his brain. Kakkorat. During his adventures in the world of North Kaiousama, he had acquired the technique to use kaiou-ken, along with two others.
Kakkorat had also been taught of this interesting technique and most significantly, during an age of which the saiya-jin king had been engaged with the depression he had recently been liberated of. His appalling expression gradually transformed into one of a sneer that stretched over his face with defining wrinkles. "So, we've met again, Kakkorat. My face is a rememberance to you, is it not? The days of training upon North Kaiousamas were one of my most defining moments..." He paused momentarily, shifting his sights to the planetoid. "...and the lack of my power was shown through you and others alone. Well, the years change, but my longing does not. The longing to prove just who I am - feel the wrath of the true king, Kakkorat."
OOC: Hope you haven't changed your character at all since back then, Kak. But yeah, we trained together for kaiou-ken when you were Son Goku. If you've restarted your character completely, well, of course KV looks like a blabbering idiot to you. =O
The miniature form of the saiya-jin warrior could only creep himself through the mayhem with bodies riddled among the plains of the Outcast's territory. That familiarizing stench and sight wasn't enlightening to him at all, but merely the identication of his brothers and sisters being situated in demeaning positions with the life stripped from their soulless bodies. Their deaths described in each one of them; such as men slouched upon the floor of the planetoid with limbs dettached of from utilization with their eyes lacking of any sensation whatsoever. Only the clear tent of their eyes could be portrayed upon the commander of Dante with smoldering emotions dwelling in his heart. That tornado of corruption, that had clenched his flesh and wielded him as if he were a puppet of a satanic figure, was once again surfacing from his interior.
His skin tone was swept with a crimson tone and his eyes were portuding with a redness that was intimidating to all who dared glance at the political figure. The commander was almost attempting to latch onto this portion of himself to blur the definition of mercy to his memory. The only fate that these creatures were deserving of was the most incomprehensible form of death; a death that would expell all of challenging the might of Dante, even the notion. With his arms lacking of motion over one another with his aimless strolling, his thoughts were constructing this beast to unleash. The once positive thoughts of King Vejita had been abolished and had been empowered with only those of sinister depths. The creature that would obtain the power of super saiya-jin for him had been unlocked and his muscles twitched furiously from his arrival. His arms relinquished themselves from their form and tightened themselves into a stance of preparation for the undeniable battle ahead of him.
"Fight and make the name Dante escape from their lips." His voice was unraveled of that tone he had once wielded and was now a combination of so much authority and hatred. That sentence was discrete, but its emotions had enstilled a sufficient amount of information upon the soldiers of Team Fusion. They pierced through the vicinity and only the visuals of the Outcast's bodies being mangled were present. Victory would be swept under by Vejita and Broli if hell itself was required; desperation was quite a factor in war, obviously. King Vejita roared with desire, desire only to maintain their overwhelming status in this competition. With his boots planting rather firmly into the soil, he marched with only pride into the depths of the fortress. Hyperton Fortress was an appealing view, but he was only interested in acquiring a challenge from a high-ranking soldier.
The saiya-jin's pace was hastened with his arms swinging at an equal velocity while he scurried through the openings of the random splotches of clashing soldiers surrounding him. A specific creature was bestowed to his sights; one that was fullfilling of the beast thirsty of blood and for dominance. The Outcast soldier's locks were an immediate hint with the darkening tent being the most evident to him. This officer was of saiya-jin heritage, and his face was triggering a past that extended numerous years from this day. Vejita's movements were thwarted instantaneously and his demonic eyes were compelled into a trance by this saiya-jin warrior. He had been invited to accompany this beings sons on Vejita-Sei prior to DA:C, and faces of his past swept through his brain. Kakkorat. During his adventures in the world of North Kaiousama, he had acquired the technique to use kaiou-ken, along with two others.
Kakkorat had also been taught of this interesting technique and most significantly, during an age of which the saiya-jin king had been engaged with the depression he had recently been liberated of. His appalling expression gradually transformed into one of a sneer that stretched over his face with defining wrinkles. "So, we've met again, Kakkorat. My face is a rememberance to you, is it not? The days of training upon North Kaiousamas were one of my most defining moments..." He paused momentarily, shifting his sights to the planetoid. "...and the lack of my power was shown through you and others alone. Well, the years change, but my longing does not. The longing to prove just who I am - feel the wrath of the true king, Kakkorat."
OOC: Hope you haven't changed your character at all since back then, Kak. But yeah, we trained together for kaiou-ken when you were Son Goku. If you've restarted your character completely, well, of course KV looks like a blabbering idiot to you. =O