12-28-2006, 02:05 PM
The cheers of unknown faces ruled over the attention of the saiya-jin king. The absence of life aboard the Dante forces halted in his thoughts and his ears coursed with this wonderful display of support for the warriors. It was reminiscent of an age of Vejita's dominance on his homeworld; ruling over the dynasty of the saiya-jin race with only intentions of broadening the strength of his people. Children, women, and men all congregated in a flock of appreciation for the soldiers of Dante, and even Vejita was inclined to present a smirk over his typically numbed lips. He huddled through the audience with his limbs contorting and twisting to slither through the almost inpenetrable fortress of civilians. He groaned slightly under the injuries he had endured from the skirmish between the Outcasts armies, but they were subsided by the thoughts of locating both Akane and Reijin.
The tremendous weight that had been cast upon his shoulders had slightly been reduced, but his mind would never be content with just two survivors of this devastating loss. As he shuffled through the mayhem, he ducked into his tent with arms of unknown citizens being yanked from his own body. The saiya-jin's arms resorted to an alternate form, placing themselves alongside his backside with his fingers interlocking between one another in a fashion utilized by only a commanding officer. The war was placed heavily upon his thoughts, launching both positive aspects of Dante's current state as well as negatives into his pondering. Hyperton had effected his forces in unseen ways that not even stats and figures could predict. The once juggernaut image of Dante had been shattered and in it's substitute was this fragile stature of five commanding officers whose arrogance had possibly paved their own demise.
To be victorious in this competition, this couldn't become a game of numbers. Dante could not dare march into battle any longer without strategy or reassurance of success. They had been plowed forth by the Outcast warriors, and desperation had flourished them with unforeseen potential. Vejita I and Broli had symbolized the goal of Dante's Abyss: Conquest. They had conquered all who confronted them of their might, shunng the probability of failure. Now, stripped of their dominante reputation and stripped of their weakening overconfidence, the ultimate power of this force would be recognized. The lips of Vejita dared not curl under this realization, but his mind could only chuckle with glee. Although he was cautious of the days ahead, nothing could unravel the logic of the saiya-jin warrior. He had demanded battles with super saiya-jins, mammoth figures, and even conquered over endless numbers of races. War was transporting its splendid addiction into the veins of the king and had been since the moment of his conception.
Besides, this savagery that existed inside of him, the demonic form of Vejita I that seemed to claw itself in moments of war, was enstilled with dependance by the saiya-jin warrior. This encouraged his exhilaration for the battle ahead, and he signaled for a messenger outside of his tent. The soldier, assuming by his figure, was barely capable of posing a threat to no army. He showed his respect for his commander with a slight bow, and his eyes were set upon his commander's. "The forces of Dante move now. Let the men hear that revenge will be cast upon the scum of Outcasts and those who are damned to sit with injury will be carried to the sight of Cell Jr. We will be guided only by our souls, not by our wounded and battered bodies." Even the messenger was enthusiastic about eliminating Cell Junior and his unit as he allowed not another sentence to be spoken by Vejita.
OOC: Yeah yeah, my RP sucks too.
The tremendous weight that had been cast upon his shoulders had slightly been reduced, but his mind would never be content with just two survivors of this devastating loss. As he shuffled through the mayhem, he ducked into his tent with arms of unknown citizens being yanked from his own body. The saiya-jin's arms resorted to an alternate form, placing themselves alongside his backside with his fingers interlocking between one another in a fashion utilized by only a commanding officer. The war was placed heavily upon his thoughts, launching both positive aspects of Dante's current state as well as negatives into his pondering. Hyperton had effected his forces in unseen ways that not even stats and figures could predict. The once juggernaut image of Dante had been shattered and in it's substitute was this fragile stature of five commanding officers whose arrogance had possibly paved their own demise.
To be victorious in this competition, this couldn't become a game of numbers. Dante could not dare march into battle any longer without strategy or reassurance of success. They had been plowed forth by the Outcast warriors, and desperation had flourished them with unforeseen potential. Vejita I and Broli had symbolized the goal of Dante's Abyss: Conquest. They had conquered all who confronted them of their might, shunng the probability of failure. Now, stripped of their dominante reputation and stripped of their weakening overconfidence, the ultimate power of this force would be recognized. The lips of Vejita dared not curl under this realization, but his mind could only chuckle with glee. Although he was cautious of the days ahead, nothing could unravel the logic of the saiya-jin warrior. He had demanded battles with super saiya-jins, mammoth figures, and even conquered over endless numbers of races. War was transporting its splendid addiction into the veins of the king and had been since the moment of his conception.
Besides, this savagery that existed inside of him, the demonic form of Vejita I that seemed to claw itself in moments of war, was enstilled with dependance by the saiya-jin warrior. This encouraged his exhilaration for the battle ahead, and he signaled for a messenger outside of his tent. The soldier, assuming by his figure, was barely capable of posing a threat to no army. He showed his respect for his commander with a slight bow, and his eyes were set upon his commander's. "The forces of Dante move now. Let the men hear that revenge will be cast upon the scum of Outcasts and those who are damned to sit with injury will be carried to the sight of Cell Jr. We will be guided only by our souls, not by our wounded and battered bodies." Even the messenger was enthusiastic about eliminating Cell Junior and his unit as he allowed not another sentence to be spoken by Vejita.
OOC: Yeah yeah, my RP sucks too.