12-21-2006, 02:10 PM
Vejita's body was numbed; severed of any reminder of the battle that he had been engaged in hours ago. His own well-being, Dante's, his fellow commander's - reality had seemingly blurred into an untouchable grasp. Only silence gripped his attention at his current state as he was still seething with so much unwielding hatred. It had been unlocked in its utmost potential and had severed almost all emotions that once binded him of his "ultimate power", or so he percieved this as truth. Even the stench of his brother's and sister's blood tingling in sensation in his nostrils were unimportant to him. This portion of King Vejita that was consumed of so much bitterness had succeeded in overcoming the saiya-jin king of all the creature he once was. His royal blood still trickled from his lip that derived from a wound involving an unknown particle slashing his flesh had even been neglected. The sight of his own blood dripping upon his shredded garments were not able to affect him in the least.
The king's numbed state however was drifting with every second with the faint breath of a medical soldier thunderously adjusted his concentration abruptly. "Commander, you're in shock. Are you alright? You've been mumbling for the past few hours..." Reality clashed with remarkable strength into his unknown world, but were deserted of emotions for the saiya-jin. His auburn eyes could only dwell upon the chaotic scene of Hyperton with limited regard to the casualities. Just the sheer sight of it was almost pleasing to him and his muscles vibrated under the joy of the slaughtering. Even with the brief glance of Dante soldiers, their blood could only amplify his pleasure. The commander's conscience had been abolished obviously and so the concept of guilt was inexistent. Their was only a particular soldier he would dare ever place compassion upon. "My brother Broli, I seek him. Where is he?!" He almost scalded the soldier, and almost in that instance he seemed to supply a response.
"The tent sir, you don't remember? You saw him walk into the tent where Android-17 is imprisoned. He is - " With the symbol of this tents whereabouts, Vejita I attempted to muster the remnants of his strength and placed his faith upon it with his feet planting into the dirt. His pace was moderate, but he wobbled ,without very much control over himself, to the entrance of the tent. The words of the medical soldier weren't capable of comprehension to the saiya-jin; he couldn't recall any moment of ever viewing Broli or being rescued from the abyss of the aftermath. The commander's memory could only detect the seconds following his lack of consciousness with the weight of the rubble plowing him into his own burial. Dying was never dreadful for the king, and especially not in the process of a battle alongside his trusted comrade. With a gulp of unusual agony down his parched throat, he crept into the tent with only the intentions of dismantling the android.
King Vejita had been cheated with such a gift while the mechanical creature's lifeless body slumped upon the floor. His head had been twisted in a disturbing position with wires visible in the region of his throat. Sparks seemed to slightly ignite due to the injuries, and eyes gazed above at the commander of Dante with one of absolute judgement. Almost as if Android-17's ghost was calling of Vejita's guilt to be unleashed, but his heart had soldified with a rotting blackness now. The saiya-jin king almost glided to the direction of the android with such glee while Broli's cheeks were still moistened of tears. It could only be assumed by the king that his fellow commander was actually displaying compassion, and he was dissatisfied with such an assumption. His lips remained of silence of this subject, but his foot was placed upon the cranium of the Outcast's commander.
"Such bravery, such honor, and such things which I care not for. We are officially, with this androids rotting entity as proof, the bringer of death to all who oppose the forces of Dante." Even though he spoke with such loyalty to his team, his words were without meaning. Afterall, the king was only interested in preserving the life of himself and to be absolutely victorious in the competition. He was persistantly referring to his "team" with pride, but this was not the similar Vejita I that existed earlier. The demonic beast was almost unable to concieve the value of life anymore. This was almost a means of providing assurance of his loyalty even with his now malicious behavior. Broli's eyes were set upon Gero's creation while the weight of Vejita I was further utilized. A crackling of mechanics and bones ruptured the silence while a liquid, assumed to be blood, oozed from the depths of Android-17's interior. With a spat directed to the floor, he renounced his position and strutted from his co-commander, remaining still in the tent.
The king's numbed state however was drifting with every second with the faint breath of a medical soldier thunderously adjusted his concentration abruptly. "Commander, you're in shock. Are you alright? You've been mumbling for the past few hours..." Reality clashed with remarkable strength into his unknown world, but were deserted of emotions for the saiya-jin. His auburn eyes could only dwell upon the chaotic scene of Hyperton with limited regard to the casualities. Just the sheer sight of it was almost pleasing to him and his muscles vibrated under the joy of the slaughtering. Even with the brief glance of Dante soldiers, their blood could only amplify his pleasure. The commander's conscience had been abolished obviously and so the concept of guilt was inexistent. Their was only a particular soldier he would dare ever place compassion upon. "My brother Broli, I seek him. Where is he?!" He almost scalded the soldier, and almost in that instance he seemed to supply a response.
"The tent sir, you don't remember? You saw him walk into the tent where Android-17 is imprisoned. He is - " With the symbol of this tents whereabouts, Vejita I attempted to muster the remnants of his strength and placed his faith upon it with his feet planting into the dirt. His pace was moderate, but he wobbled ,without very much control over himself, to the entrance of the tent. The words of the medical soldier weren't capable of comprehension to the saiya-jin; he couldn't recall any moment of ever viewing Broli or being rescued from the abyss of the aftermath. The commander's memory could only detect the seconds following his lack of consciousness with the weight of the rubble plowing him into his own burial. Dying was never dreadful for the king, and especially not in the process of a battle alongside his trusted comrade. With a gulp of unusual agony down his parched throat, he crept into the tent with only the intentions of dismantling the android.
King Vejita had been cheated with such a gift while the mechanical creature's lifeless body slumped upon the floor. His head had been twisted in a disturbing position with wires visible in the region of his throat. Sparks seemed to slightly ignite due to the injuries, and eyes gazed above at the commander of Dante with one of absolute judgement. Almost as if Android-17's ghost was calling of Vejita's guilt to be unleashed, but his heart had soldified with a rotting blackness now. The saiya-jin king almost glided to the direction of the android with such glee while Broli's cheeks were still moistened of tears. It could only be assumed by the king that his fellow commander was actually displaying compassion, and he was dissatisfied with such an assumption. His lips remained of silence of this subject, but his foot was placed upon the cranium of the Outcast's commander.
"Such bravery, such honor, and such things which I care not for. We are officially, with this androids rotting entity as proof, the bringer of death to all who oppose the forces of Dante." Even though he spoke with such loyalty to his team, his words were without meaning. Afterall, the king was only interested in preserving the life of himself and to be absolutely victorious in the competition. He was persistantly referring to his "team" with pride, but this was not the similar Vejita I that existed earlier. The demonic beast was almost unable to concieve the value of life anymore. This was almost a means of providing assurance of his loyalty even with his now malicious behavior. Broli's eyes were set upon Gero's creation while the weight of Vejita I was further utilized. A crackling of mechanics and bones ruptured the silence while a liquid, assumed to be blood, oozed from the depths of Android-17's interior. With a spat directed to the floor, he renounced his position and strutted from his co-commander, remaining still in the tent.