01-02-2009, 07:26 AM
A flash, and he was upon her. She could hear the thumps and sickening cracks as his attacks landed, but no longer could she keep up with what was going around. All she could tell was that her body was being violently wrenched about, and suddenly she was tumbling through the air. Her vision blackened, but faded in just in time to see the ground come up to meet her.
Bra crashed against the ground, hard. Her lip was split, so was her forehead. She had deep cuts and gashes on her arms and legs, and her right eye was swelling shut. A far cry from the beautiful princess who’d started this fight. She pushed herself up onto all fours, spitting the crimson from her mouth, before climbing to her feet.
A shaky stance presented itself to the ascended super saiyan, who stood upright, arms folded across his chest. “Tenacious,” Vegeta smiled, but it didn’t last. “Bra... you’ve failed. Don’t make me kill you.”
The golden haired halfling muffled a yowl of pain before making her retort. “Aww,” she was interrupted by a sharp cough. “It’s almost like- you’re showing- compassion for your sweet- little-” she winced. “Daughter. It’s- heartwarming.”
Vegeta frowned. “If you want to die so badly, it won’t bother me to be the one to kill you,” he hissed, before phasing out of sight. He appeared right before Bra, who had hardly enough time to take a step back in surprise before the king hammered a punch into her abdomen, sending her onto her knees, doubled-over in agony.
“You’ve publicly insulted me!” he roared, grabbing a fistful of her hair with one hand and slapping her across the face with another, hard enough that she would have been hurled from the spot if not for him holding her in place by her aureate locks. “You challenged me when you had no place to do so!” another barbaric slap. “As far as I’m concerned, dear, sweet daughter, you’re nothing to me but an inconvenience.”
“Is that... what I’ve been to you?” the girl hung limply by her hair, still in Vegeta’s grip. Tears were now streaming down her cheeks, taking blood and dirt with it, and etching a pair of clean lines amidst the dirt and filth on her face. “My whole life... I... I always tried to make you proud of me. I pushed myself so hard...”
The king merely scoffed, hauling the girl up to her feet by her hair. “You’re an embarrassment, Bra.”
The girl’s face screwed up into a look of sheer hatred, and a sudden burst of vitality she found within. Her arms, suddenly animate again, took aim, and one after another, her fists charged into Vegeta’s face, forcing him to release his grip on her locks. She wiped the tears from her eyes and then lashed out, wrapping both hands around her father’s throat.
“I’ve had it with you mocking me!!” she screamed, shaking the king violently. His hands grasped at her arms but Bra would not let go. Her stranglehold tightened and she bared her teeth at him. “All you’ve ever done was show just how disappointed you always were in me!!” her voice grew hoarse, and each word was becoming it’s own sentence in between sobs. “I! Am! Not! An Embarrass! Ment!”
Vegeta’s hands gripped tighter now, and slowly he forced Bra’s hands to loosen, but there they remained, wrapped around his throat. “I am not an embarrassment!!” she roared, and suddenly she overpowered him, her grip as tight as ever. Her eyes were both open now, albeit one only opened halfway. There was no fear on her visage anymore. Her delicate features were now consumed, twisted by nothing but her revulsion for the man in her grasp.
Blue blasts of electricity flickered around the girl’s lithe frame, and her aura flared out, inexplicably rejuvenated. The princess didn’t notice. All she was focused on was choking the life out of the monster in her hands, and she shook him as hard as he could to keep him as disoriented as possible.
Vegeta’s eyes went wide. While his daughter may not have known what was happening, he did. In a fit of urgency, he released a mighty cascade of energy and sharply smashed his forearms against hers, breaking her grip and pulling himself away, gasping and wheezing for breath, the lack of air preventing him from leading into a counter-attack.
A guttural roar erupted from the very bottom of Bra’s lungs, and her hair began to separate out into an even more numerous array of razor-like spikes as her arms and legs suddenly underwent a slight increase in musculature. The blue electricity snakes continued to make their rounds around her, and with a furious eruption, the princess’ roar suddenly changed to a shriek, and she was consumed in energy.
As the dust in the aftermath settled, Bra stepped forth, her aura batting away the hazy cloud. She was breathing heavily, but never before had she felt so empowered. Finally, after eight years of training, Bra had reached Super Saiyan Two. Her menacing smile did nothing to hide how she felt. It still left her outclassed by her father, but now the fight was much more even.
“Not so talkative all of a sudden, daddy. How come?” she taunted, before kicking off the ground. Even Bra was startled by her extraordinary speed, but she made do, and laid into Vegeta with her elbow. Stunning the arrogant king, she threw herself into a furious combination of punches and kicks, forcing the surprised regent to backpedal against his will under the force of the blows.
Ultimately, Bra raised her hands over her head, lacing her fingers together before bringing the axe handle crashing down over her father’s head, dropping him to the ground like a stone. A booted foot came up, and then smashed onto the top of Vegeta’s head. It came up again, and was thrust back down.
“Get up!!” she raged, grabbing his hair as he had done to her, and hauled the pure-bred saiyan to his feet. She pressed her hand against his chest “Give my regards to the kais, dad.” A big bang attack - an immensely powerful, concentrated sphere of energy - hurled Vegeta backwards through the air, and, when he was far enough from Bra, it exploded, consuming him in a massive dome of raw energy. It was enough to consume some of the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.
Still, it came as no surprise that the warrior’s energy continued to burn, like a stubborn candle in a strong wind. Vegeta was not going to die quite so easily. The heiress began walking toward him, taking her time, unwilling to run the risk of engaging him in the massive plume of dust.
Her father was an accomplished blind-fighter. Bra wasn’t bad herself, but Vegeta was something different. It would be idiotic to challenge him in there. Even she, losing herself in her new-found power, could see that.
The ground beneath her splintered and cracked under every step she took, as the immense level of pure energy resonated so jarringly with the earth beneath. The sound was deeply satisfying, like a constant, uninterrupted sound of bones breaking one after the other.
She did not, however, expect Vegeta to recover so quickly. The sight of him sailing around at her left side bewildered her. Bra threw up a block, but the king easily broke through it, and the two of them were locked in a blinding exchange of blows. As if mirroring one of the earlier exchanges, the girl threw a fist but overextended, leaving herself utterly at Vegeta’s mercy.
The king took her arm with both hands and drove his knee up into her elbow, shattering the joint with ease, and showing just how little the man cared for a concept as hollow as mercy. The princess screamed in pain, taking her crippled arm up in her hand, writhing about in pitiful agony.
“You broke my arm!!” she finally thundered, in total disbelief at the action. “You broke my fucking arm!!”
Bra rocketed forth, twisting herself sideways as her speedbreak technique manifested itself. She threw a kick out while simultaneously using her birthright to instantaneously draw an enormous charge of ki into her heel, and brought it down on Vegeta’s right knee, obliterating it as though it were porcelain. Now it was his turn to scream in pain.
“An eye for an eye, motherfucker,” the demi saiyan declared, slipping to her knees as the drain from her birthright technique took it’s toll on her. She took up her ruined arm with her good one, and smirked. Vegeta fell onto his backside, grasping at his horribly damaged leg. She would have time to shore up her reserves as the two of them dealt with the blinding pain they’d doled out to one another.
And so, the two wrecked fighters, one a life-long soldier, the other a warrior without a banner, each crackling with immense energy, sat only a few feet from one another, nursing their wounds instead of trying to kill each other, for the time being. Bra was the first to rise.
“It’s time to decide, dad,” she grimly announced. “Let’s end this.”
Bra crashed against the ground, hard. Her lip was split, so was her forehead. She had deep cuts and gashes on her arms and legs, and her right eye was swelling shut. A far cry from the beautiful princess who’d started this fight. She pushed herself up onto all fours, spitting the crimson from her mouth, before climbing to her feet.
A shaky stance presented itself to the ascended super saiyan, who stood upright, arms folded across his chest. “Tenacious,” Vegeta smiled, but it didn’t last. “Bra... you’ve failed. Don’t make me kill you.”
The golden haired halfling muffled a yowl of pain before making her retort. “Aww,” she was interrupted by a sharp cough. “It’s almost like- you’re showing- compassion for your sweet- little-” she winced. “Daughter. It’s- heartwarming.”
Vegeta frowned. “If you want to die so badly, it won’t bother me to be the one to kill you,” he hissed, before phasing out of sight. He appeared right before Bra, who had hardly enough time to take a step back in surprise before the king hammered a punch into her abdomen, sending her onto her knees, doubled-over in agony.
“You’ve publicly insulted me!” he roared, grabbing a fistful of her hair with one hand and slapping her across the face with another, hard enough that she would have been hurled from the spot if not for him holding her in place by her aureate locks. “You challenged me when you had no place to do so!” another barbaric slap. “As far as I’m concerned, dear, sweet daughter, you’re nothing to me but an inconvenience.”
“Is that... what I’ve been to you?” the girl hung limply by her hair, still in Vegeta’s grip. Tears were now streaming down her cheeks, taking blood and dirt with it, and etching a pair of clean lines amidst the dirt and filth on her face. “My whole life... I... I always tried to make you proud of me. I pushed myself so hard...”
The king merely scoffed, hauling the girl up to her feet by her hair. “You’re an embarrassment, Bra.”
The girl’s face screwed up into a look of sheer hatred, and a sudden burst of vitality she found within. Her arms, suddenly animate again, took aim, and one after another, her fists charged into Vegeta’s face, forcing him to release his grip on her locks. She wiped the tears from her eyes and then lashed out, wrapping both hands around her father’s throat.
“I’ve had it with you mocking me!!” she screamed, shaking the king violently. His hands grasped at her arms but Bra would not let go. Her stranglehold tightened and she bared her teeth at him. “All you’ve ever done was show just how disappointed you always were in me!!” her voice grew hoarse, and each word was becoming it’s own sentence in between sobs. “I! Am! Not! An Embarrass! Ment!”
Vegeta’s hands gripped tighter now, and slowly he forced Bra’s hands to loosen, but there they remained, wrapped around his throat. “I am not an embarrassment!!” she roared, and suddenly she overpowered him, her grip as tight as ever. Her eyes were both open now, albeit one only opened halfway. There was no fear on her visage anymore. Her delicate features were now consumed, twisted by nothing but her revulsion for the man in her grasp.
Blue blasts of electricity flickered around the girl’s lithe frame, and her aura flared out, inexplicably rejuvenated. The princess didn’t notice. All she was focused on was choking the life out of the monster in her hands, and she shook him as hard as he could to keep him as disoriented as possible.
Vegeta’s eyes went wide. While his daughter may not have known what was happening, he did. In a fit of urgency, he released a mighty cascade of energy and sharply smashed his forearms against hers, breaking her grip and pulling himself away, gasping and wheezing for breath, the lack of air preventing him from leading into a counter-attack.
A guttural roar erupted from the very bottom of Bra’s lungs, and her hair began to separate out into an even more numerous array of razor-like spikes as her arms and legs suddenly underwent a slight increase in musculature. The blue electricity snakes continued to make their rounds around her, and with a furious eruption, the princess’ roar suddenly changed to a shriek, and she was consumed in energy.
As the dust in the aftermath settled, Bra stepped forth, her aura batting away the hazy cloud. She was breathing heavily, but never before had she felt so empowered. Finally, after eight years of training, Bra had reached Super Saiyan Two. Her menacing smile did nothing to hide how she felt. It still left her outclassed by her father, but now the fight was much more even.
“Not so talkative all of a sudden, daddy. How come?” she taunted, before kicking off the ground. Even Bra was startled by her extraordinary speed, but she made do, and laid into Vegeta with her elbow. Stunning the arrogant king, she threw herself into a furious combination of punches and kicks, forcing the surprised regent to backpedal against his will under the force of the blows.
Ultimately, Bra raised her hands over her head, lacing her fingers together before bringing the axe handle crashing down over her father’s head, dropping him to the ground like a stone. A booted foot came up, and then smashed onto the top of Vegeta’s head. It came up again, and was thrust back down.
“Get up!!” she raged, grabbing his hair as he had done to her, and hauled the pure-bred saiyan to his feet. She pressed her hand against his chest “Give my regards to the kais, dad.” A big bang attack - an immensely powerful, concentrated sphere of energy - hurled Vegeta backwards through the air, and, when he was far enough from Bra, it exploded, consuming him in a massive dome of raw energy. It was enough to consume some of the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.
Still, it came as no surprise that the warrior’s energy continued to burn, like a stubborn candle in a strong wind. Vegeta was not going to die quite so easily. The heiress began walking toward him, taking her time, unwilling to run the risk of engaging him in the massive plume of dust.
Her father was an accomplished blind-fighter. Bra wasn’t bad herself, but Vegeta was something different. It would be idiotic to challenge him in there. Even she, losing herself in her new-found power, could see that.
The ground beneath her splintered and cracked under every step she took, as the immense level of pure energy resonated so jarringly with the earth beneath. The sound was deeply satisfying, like a constant, uninterrupted sound of bones breaking one after the other.
She did not, however, expect Vegeta to recover so quickly. The sight of him sailing around at her left side bewildered her. Bra threw up a block, but the king easily broke through it, and the two of them were locked in a blinding exchange of blows. As if mirroring one of the earlier exchanges, the girl threw a fist but overextended, leaving herself utterly at Vegeta’s mercy.
The king took her arm with both hands and drove his knee up into her elbow, shattering the joint with ease, and showing just how little the man cared for a concept as hollow as mercy. The princess screamed in pain, taking her crippled arm up in her hand, writhing about in pitiful agony.
“You broke my arm!!” she finally thundered, in total disbelief at the action. “You broke my fucking arm!!”
Bra rocketed forth, twisting herself sideways as her speedbreak technique manifested itself. She threw a kick out while simultaneously using her birthright to instantaneously draw an enormous charge of ki into her heel, and brought it down on Vegeta’s right knee, obliterating it as though it were porcelain. Now it was his turn to scream in pain.
“An eye for an eye, motherfucker,” the demi saiyan declared, slipping to her knees as the drain from her birthright technique took it’s toll on her. She took up her ruined arm with her good one, and smirked. Vegeta fell onto his backside, grasping at his horribly damaged leg. She would have time to shore up her reserves as the two of them dealt with the blinding pain they’d doled out to one another.
And so, the two wrecked fighters, one a life-long soldier, the other a warrior without a banner, each crackling with immense energy, sat only a few feet from one another, nursing their wounds instead of trying to kill each other, for the time being. Bra was the first to rise.
“It’s time to decide, dad,” she grimly announced. “Let’s end this.”
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