[D][U] The final battle at Monte Christo

[Aero]

The desperation-driven elbows forced Gokua to loosen his firm grip on the Saiyan, and Vejita took the slim opportunity to escape the alien?s grasp. The Dante commander pulled away, and landed a few feet away from the turquoise warrior.

Gokua?s irritably rubbed his eyes to convalesce from the properly positioned elbows. His vision began to return, but was still left hindered; he saw in shades of white and black, incapable of seeing anything in a saturated form.

The proud, stern Saiyan was a resilient warrior, and demanded nothing less than victory from his battered body. Vejita sustained multiple injuries throughout the duration of the competition, but that damn Saiyan blood kept him reluctant to greet death. That blood, it was something that Gokua would never be capable of feeling. It was a natural occurrence to see a Saiyan stay compelled and determined while fighting, regardless of the unfathomable odds presented before them. Gokua would never feel that.

?Saiyan warrior,? the alien muttered as he finally ceased to rub his eyes. ?I am not brother of the Changeling race. No, those fucking tyrannous beings share nothing in common with Pathosians.?

?I am not in the mood for a lesson in your race,? Vejita interrupted. ?We are standing before each other to duel until one of us forfeits or lie dead on the cold unforgiving ground!?

?Well that?s too bad!? Gokua exclaimed with anger. ?You spatter ignorant comments regarding my race, yet do not want to be cured of it? Such are the ways of your race. Well, you shall hear my comments.? Then the alien paused, and looked at his artillery unit desperately shuffle around to continue to honor Gokua?s commands. ?Never mind, you are not worth the time, nor air.?

?Shall we continue this fight then?? Vejita asked, cracking his neck.

?Sure.?

The pompous Saiyan charged forward with the tenacity of a wild tiger. Gokua stood prepared, and dropped his hips, enabling him to fall into another stance. Vejita cared not, and continued to recklessly rush forward. The alien was ready, and slowly brought his hand to rest on the hilt of his blade, set to unsheathe his precious Dictator in an instant. Vejita neared with awesome speed, as if his injuries had no embedment on his fighting. Sweat drenched the alien?s prized purple headband, and began to seep down to his brows. His concentrated stayed on the charging Saiyan, however; and he made sure that not a fragment of a moment passed that he could not keep Vejita in his sight.

Abruptly, he took his hand off of the hilt of his rapier and grasped the hilt, unsheathing the blade. Still, the Saiyan neared without shedding a fraction of tenacity. Gokua swiped his blade upward, on a foutry-five degree angle, to punish the warrior?s actions. Vejita I?s eyes were keen, and his reflexes outstanding under pressure. Quickly, he took a small step, purposely falling forward. He skidded against the ash-tainted ground, but more importantly, he successfully evaded a seemingly inescapable slash from Gokua?s rapier.

The alien allowed a slight chuckle to slip passed his serious persona. ?Nice evasion there, Saiyan,? he remarked, readjusting his grip on his sword. ?But now you?re in a worse position!?

He took his Dictator and plunged it downward towards Vejita?s head. The Saiyan?s strategy to avoid one fatal attack had entrapped him into the trajectory of another, and the most recent attack would be much more precise than the inattentive slash before it. He had to muster up a concise plan to escape the ostensibly inescapable. And though thought processing was not the forte of the monkey-raced men as a whole, the king was different; he was the greatest warrior among the Saiyans, and if any ape was capable of evading such an attack it would be his excellence.

He formulated a way to evade the latest slash, but would have to implement it immediately. Not a moment too soon, he tumbled over. The tip of Gokua?s Dictator smashed into the ground, lodging it in the rocked fortress. The alien pulled on his sword, but was unable to extricate his sword. He abandoned it. Vejita slowly retuned to his feet, and was prepared to continue his delayed offensive.