Do you have what it takes? (All Read)

[Banned Dana]

You know what, it's not worth it, screw what I asked.

[Bardock]

Better than nothing. =\

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?What?s the matter, Oh Great Prince? On your knees to a commoner??

It was true. The saiya-jin heir, once proud and mighty, was now huddled in the mud. Sweat and dirt coated his noble brow, trickling off in salty trails. He crouched on elbows and knees; his head drooped. Beneath his thatch of spiked ebony locks, the prince?s face was screwed up in anger. His gloved hands clenched fistfuls of mud, the material of the cloth torn and dirtied from their once pristine white.

The changeling Zale was smirking, circling his prey like a hungry vulture. His voice was an amused one. ?The Crown Prince and still being whooped by a peasant. How is that even possible??

Vegeta growled. Not one to be kept down, the royal leapt up, preparing to strike. Within half a blink of an eye, Zale had twisted around, spinning his large tail along with him. The prince felt the sting of flesh as the living whip slapped him in the face, hitting his jaw at a right angle. His head rotated sharply, and he felt himself slip in and out of consciousness, once again hitting the floor. Vegeta slipped and slid along the runny ground, his regal armor becoming even more sloshed down in the earthy sludge.

Zale continued his tirade, completely unfazed by his opponent?s futile attempts. ?Pathetic. You know Raditzu has reached a higher plateau already?? The changeling turned to face Vegeta?s fallen body, squaring off and smirking. ?You remember Raditzu? Your sworn rival??

The prince grimaced and lifted himself up. He clenched his teeth and snarled, feeling the needle in the nerve. ?Shut up??

?Imagine that long-haired infidel, his great black mane glowing with gold, a legendary power running through his veins, pumping freely with the blood of a boor,? the changeling continued, ignoring the saiya-jin.

?That means you can?t beat him. You?re?nothing!? the prince growled, nostrils flared. ?But me?I?ll beat anything that?s in my way.?

Vejita rose to his feet, held up by his irrepressible determination. A quiet rage slowly seethed through his consciousness at the thought of his most hated adversary transforming into a Super Saiyan. If that ridiculous-looking warrior could ascend, then Vegeta would be damned if he wasn?t going to become one as well. Still, it was hard to suppress the anger that seized his heart. He tried to shrug it off, not wanting Zale to worm away at his weakness.

?Rising again only to fall?? Zale snickered.

?Nothing is certain until death, and even then you couldn?t keep me from killing you. One way or another, you?ll fall by my hand,? Vegeta boasted. As an afterthought, he added, ?Bitch.?

?Ooh, are we reduced to profanities, now??

?Enough talk!? the royal ordered.

The prince shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet and then dashed forward. At the last possible second, he jerked to the side and then came in for an uppercut, eyes wary of the icer?s malevolent tail. Despite his change in tactic, Zale was able to outmaneuver his foe yet again. In a blur of speed, the changeling warped behind Vegeta, and brutally kicked the back of his head. The saiya-jin heir stumbled forward until he toppled onto the ground. Zale maintained the position of his three-toed foot, gripping the three on Vejita?s skull.

With vicious cruelty, he began to grind the blue blood?s face into the mud, a grin of twisted pleasure plastered on his purple face. After having that bit of fun, he leaned down, resting an elbow on his knees, and the icer lowered his face so he could speak close to Vegeta?s ear.

?Do you know what I?m going to do after I kill you? I?m going to go after your children,? he stated matter-of-factly.

Vegeta?s eyes snapped open at the words, then quickly narrowed. He moved his mouth to say, ?Don?t you touch them!? but his face was too smashed in the earth and it came out as a muffled roar. The anger that had been slowly welling up within his core began to boil. It only worsened as Zale began to go into the details of his plot.

?First I?ll go after Trunks. He?s pretty strong. Should provide some good sport. Maybe I?ll mount his head on my wall?if I don?t melt it off his shoulders first. Then I?ll move on to your daughter. I?ll smack her around a little, and then??

What he said next was only said in whisper, and was said with a malicious smile. With each word, Vegeta screamed louder and louder in rage. The icer straightened his back and laughed before suddenly turning serious.

?What are you going to do? Stop me? You can?t even get up. Pathetic prince! Wallowing in the mud like a stuck pig. Too weak to even save yourself. And you thought you could take Raditzu? YOU CAN?T EVEN BEAT ME!!?

Vejita?s eyes squeezed shut. Raditzu, the Super Saiyan. And now his children were going to suffer, unless he could do something. But something was happening. His rage had become so great he felt like he was going to explode. Every fiber of muscle was swimming in it, saturated by it. He didn?t even feel Zale?s hoof leave his head. For some reason, the changeling was backing away in hesitation. Veins protruded on the prince?s head, and they slowly snaked outwards, pulsing thickly. Vegeta?s eyes opened.

They were turquoise.

As if lifted by some holy wind, the saiyan?s body levitated off the ground and righted itself. Zale stared in awe as his foe rose into the air, elevating above his horizon. Vegeta?s body convulsed and his muscles twitched. A golden light began to emanate from his seizing frame. Thin trails of bright blue electricity snapped and crackled about his caramel-colored aura. The changeling realized what was happening, and he rushed in to stop it before it was too late.

When Zale reached close to the glowing prince, he suddenly rammed into a wall of energy. His body was electrocuted by the sheer output of power, and he was blasted backwards, bolts of electricity crackling over his burned flesh. He could not overcome his enemy.

Vegeta was grunting and groaning from the undiluted energy that had awakened from within. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it was as intoxicating as it was painful. Borne of rage, the prince was being remade. His black spikes flashed gold before returning to their raven color, and then flashed flaxen once more, this time to stay.

As quickly as it had come, the electricity faded, and the blue blood grew silent. Zale cowered on the ground, completely awed by what he had witnessed. Vegeta silently floated back to the ground, his body illuminated by a golden glow.

The eyes. The hair.

He was?

?a Super Saiyan.

On bold impulse, Zale charged.

Vegeta stood perfectly, except for his arm, which he slowly drew back. Zale closed in. He was stopped short by the appendage that rammed through his midsection, impaling him. The prince stared past the changeling?s shoulder.

?Let?s try this again. This time, your face is in the dirt.?

[OldYamcha]

I'm working on one now, and I'll probably finish it next morning. I got a hang-over

Also, note that I actually wrote like...a paragraph, so I found the time to write...just...not enough.

*headache*

[OldYamcha]

Memories flooded the saiyajin?s mind. The pain, the agony, the defeat, all the feelings centered around his rival, Raditzu. The royal-blooded saiyan opened his eyes slowly, looking at the battlefield. A long-haired humanoid jumped and rolled across the battle-field, fighting a couple of changelings.

The long-haired warrior screamed in a feral rage as the changelings began to charge menacingly. His name was Raditzu. Vegeta remembered him?the royal-blooded saiyan and the other warrior were rivals. They fought a number of times, the victor not being decided once?

The saiyan snapped back to reality, looking at his rival, which stopped, standing still in front of the changelings. As the dust settled, small debris began to lift into the air.

Chunks of rock surrounding Raditzu began to swerve around the saiyan, rotating through the air. The dust, once settled, began to fly into the air once again, causing the aura of the warrior to glitter in the rays of sunlight.

As the energy intensified, Raditzu?s hair began to glow. A golden colour surrounded him, causing Vegeta to cover his eyes quickly.

As his rival, Vegeta knew that he was no match yet, as he had not achieved the power of the saiyans, and never became a super-saiyajin?As the dust settled, a golden-haired warrior stood in the place of Raditzu?The muscles bulged, an aura of power surrounding the body of the saiyan.

Vegeta closed his eyes. He couldn?t fight any more. The battles that preceded this were far too hard.

As he opened his eyes, Raditzu looked at the royal-blooded saiyan, firing energy blasts to one side.

?So you?re letting me have all this fun by myself? Tch, you?re such a loser?? the long-haired super saiyan turned back towards his enemies, frowning.

Those words traveled deep into his soul. His rival, which has achieved the ultimate transformation before the prince himself, was a mere low-level warrior?a commoner. The saiyan opened his eyes, looking at his fists. Blood covered his fists, and for the first time in ages?it was his.

?I?I won?t let you over-power me again!? Vegeta screamed from the tops of his lungs, catching the attention of the long-haired warrior. As the saiyan clenched his fists, causing a white aura to surround him, he closed his eyes, concentrating.

The saiyan?s body lifted into the air, landing upright.

I?I must?I must achieve the transformation. I?ll never give up to you!

The saiyan grunted, concentrating further, trying to achieve the form of super saiyan. Raditzu turned towards him, firing energy blasts in all directions, hitting all the changelings which surrounded him.

?Hey, stop trying, it doesn?t work that way. Only losers would think it?s that easy.?

The aura surrounding Vegeta dissipated as soon as he heard the words his rival spoke. He fell on his knees, looking into the blood-drenched ground. It was too much. He ended up trying to be as good as his rival, instead of being more powerful than him.

Something changed. His hate intensified, the aura of a true saiyan surrounding him. The pure white began to be tainted by yellow sparks, which popped into the air, crackling back to the ground.

?Tch?? Raditzu sighed before turning back to his opponent.

A wild wind surrounded the two, dust lifting into the air. The aura, once pure white was completely tainted golden. Vegeta grinned, his veins bulging, along with his muscles. The long-haired warrior turned towards his rival, looking with his eyes open wide.

?What the-?

A wall of energy flew from the royal-blooded saiyan, throwing Raditzu flying back into a piece of rubble. A couple of changelings jumped into the field, their bodies being thrown farther, with their necks cracked, and wounds bleeding.

Vegeta grinned, closing his eyes and screaming ferociously. The golden aura dimmed, letting other look at the saiyan. The shirt he had been wearing tore, causing his muscles to show, veins bulging. He tilted his head back, the hair flickering a golden color.

His hair swerved through the air, beginning to spike and stand on end.

A final scream tore through the air as the aura dissipated, Vegeta standing in front of his rival?a fully powered super saiyan.



OOC: There, I did it. Now I gotta write hw for school. I gotta finish a report in half an hour...

[Sammah]

~~~FINAL TASK~~~

The man behind the mask...

This is the final task for this competition. For this task, you are required to write a few paragraphs about yourself. That's right, I want to know about you as a person. Your name, age, hobbies, school, love life, anything and everything that could help me better understand who you are as a person. This will give me something to relate your real life self to the character of Vegeta. You will have until Wed night to complete this task AND the rest of the tasks prior to this that you were unable to complete. At that time, this thread will be locked and I will spend a few days reviewing everything for my final decision.

Let the essays begin!

[OldYamcha]

I suppose first-person, right? I'll do it now. I just got back from walking over 30 miles with my...(sort-of) girlfriend...I'll explain what I meant with sort-of in the essay. Also, how long? If I write enough, I'll probably won't be able to stop...

[Banned Dana]

(note: I didn't want to kill you with words, so I kept it around 700-800 words)



Quick Stats:

Name: Dana Frank Greenwood Jr.
Birthday: August 9th, 1984
Birth Place: Lawrence, Massachusetts
Siblings: 3 sisters, 1 brother.
Marital Status: Married
Children: None

The man behind the mask?

Born Dana Frank Greenwood Junior in Lawrence, Mass., I was born to be athletic. Growing up I was in a neighborhood where everyone and their mothers would place football, baseball, street hockey, and basketball, so naturally, I became a sports junky. Having football as my favorite sport and having been born in New England, it?s no wonder as to why the New England Patriots are my team.

My athletic career began when I entered middle school and failed to make it onto the soccer team. Instead of bowing my head and crying about it, I joined the track team and found that I was good at running long distance. By the time the 8th grade rolled around, I was running 5:15 miles, which is rather good for someone my size and age. Not only did I run track my eight grade year, but I also started to play football. I made the cuts and played halfback, free safety, long snapper, and kick off return. Though our football team sucked in the 8th grade, we stuck together and when we became freshmen in high school, our team went undefeated. At my senior year, I ran a 4:03 mile, which sucks because I never broke the 4 minute mark. =(

After graduating in 2003, I signed up for the delayed entry program for the United States Air Force, in which I was going to be a Bomber Avionic, but that fell through and I ended up as a Civil Engineer instead. Our job was/is to erect and maintain TEMPER tents and their hard backing, Rapid Runway Repair, and other tedious tasks including welding. Needless to say, it was a fun, but difficult job, but someone has to do it.

Some things that I like to do are obvious, writing, reading, and sports, but others include video games, movies, and just hanging with the misses. As I said, football is my favorite sport so I always sign up for flag football tournaments and though we don?t always come out on top, it?s a lot of fun. I?ve been around chubbs for years now, since November of 2001 to be exact. I?ve lost a few characters due to having to leave during military related training, but now that it?s over, I plan to stick around for a while long.

Now, Michelle Marie Greve, now Michelle Marie Greenwood, is my wife. We met down in Gulfport, Mississippi during our Military technical training school. She was my class leader, and one of five girls at the base. We found ourselves attracted to one another for our work ethic, appearances, and overall attitude. Never once did I give up in this relationship and neither has she, which is what makes us so cohesive.

One of my major faults is that I have no patients. When things should be done, they should be done without excuses, that?s just my stand point. I understand that life comes before gaming, but at the same time, gaming is part of my life, which is why I sometimes take things too personally.

One of the best things about me is that fact that I don?t give up and though some people see it as annoying, I see it as hard work and dedication. I like to write, a lot, and to some people, I write too much, but for me, it?s not enough. I constantly push myself to write better, be more descriptive, catch the reader?s attention even those that don?t like me. Does it work, I?m not sure, but I do know that it?s paying off because I?m enjoying myself, writing isn?t work for me, and best of all, it?s a stress relief.

All in all, I believe that I would make a good Vegeta due to the fact that I?m hardworking and responsive. If I?m chosen, I?ll probably play the character as a military roll, using the knowledge I?ve learned whilst in the military to make it more true to reality, while keeping it fun and enjoyable. One of the many plans I have with the king is to conquer a planet and another is to finish off the Bio-Android Saga and with Vegeta, it?ll be a lot better than Piccolo leading the charge. I don?t want to give too much away, but that?s some of the big things I?ve got going and if I?m chosen, I?m sure to push Vegeta into the right direction. He?ll be in good hands, and I?ll be around for a while, so expect only greatness from me.

[OldYamcha]

I just realiseed how much I wrote. Well...I poured my life out onto these lines, so I hope you can manage to read through it all.


I was born as Roibu Theodor, my parents deciding on the name shortly before my birth. Though they somehow knew that the name would give me a disadvantage, because it?s hard to translate/pronounce in most languages, and they sort of knew I was going to learn quite a few. So, a few minutes afterwards, I was named Mihai as well. It?s very convenient that the name can be translated easily into English, Michael/Mike being my pseudo-nick for IRC/Games.

Soon after going to kindergarten, I became bored, and began to?be bored. I annoyed my parents, who hired a personal teacher to teach me English. I learned it in quite some time, and I seemed to have a concentration problem.

As my first computer arrived in my 3rd grade, I was extremely happy. I didn?t have the time to play, and didn?t have games, so I began to learn programming. I learned Visual Basic in 1 week straight, and got bored of the computer overall.

As the years passed, I continued to study English in my spare time?all my spare time. I literally didn?t know anything about the world until I went to high-school. I learned about stuff from new movies to card games during the 5th grade.

Even now, I?m completely out of the loop on everything. I actually failed quite a few dates because I knew nothing of those. I couldn?t stand looking at the movies and all that, so I became introverted. I didn?t go out almost at all, and all the guys around the block called me a dork.

After I finally exceeded my normal aged English level?10 times?I gave up on studying more, and began to use the computer more. I had interest in robotics and such, and actually built a small robot once, which was crushed in the 6th grade by the class bully.

That was my first encounter with one of my main problems. You know how young kids play and run around and develop their muscles? I didn?t do it?at all. My arms are just as muscle-less, a bit more developed as I started swimming, but still. Right then I tried to train my physical a bit more, but failed miserably.

When I told my parents, they said I should do pull-ups/pushups/situps/etc?the problem was that I couldn?t do any. Right then I swore I?d find a way to overcome that. I bought a bike, and I developed my lower side so much that I basically have over 3 times the force in my legs than in my arms.

I didn?t actually know that I actually had a condition. I have my chest bent inwards. It is stuck onto my lung and I have difficulty breathing. Basically I breathe with 1 and a quarter lungs?My doctor recommended I start swimming and I did, but I?m not going into the details, so I?ll just say that I?m pretty good at it, because I have coordination.

In the 7th grade I realized something. ?Mind over matter? they say. Well?I used my own version of it. I began doing my own mental exercises, and right now I have a pretty good concentration and coordination.

Even though throughout my life I?ve been completely adamant against going to military training?right now I think it isn?t so bad. A 10 mile run in the morning actually sounds a lot more appealing than sitting down for 5 hours?I?ll probably go to military training once I?m 18, but right now, I?m unsure.

Anyways, the only problem I have with the military is the eating diet. I have a nutrition problem, and if I don?t drink lots of?milk?daily, I get a calcium drop and I can?t move for quite some time. I had it all my life, and probably will still have it for the rest?

My love-life?...Hmm?Let?s not say it?s inexistent, because as of late, I?m beginning to have one. Just earlier today, I took a walk with one of my best friends from school?a girl. We talked and talked?and walked our way 25 miles from the nearest bus station.

I knew it would take me less to get home than to a bus station, so we began to walk towards there. So far so good?we walked, then?a?thug jumps out the bushes and jumps me.

After years of fighting with my ?friends?, those kinds of punches were like?really weak. He began to punch me, and I?d knock his hand to the side. It?s just something I picked up from going to a karate class?

Right, as he tries a couple of times more, he takes a knife out, and I realize I need to get serious. There was a crowd gathering, and they didn?t jump in, (damn Romanians) so I had to take care of myself.

After I got mugged a lot and my parents wouldn?t do anything about it, I learned something new. I?let him try to stab me, and lifted the denim jacket, then twisted it. I punched him in the arm, and turned around. The knife flew out of the hole onto the ground and he looked at me.

Then I basically grabbed the girl?s arm and started to walk away. I knew he wouldn?t come back after me, and I didn?t even look to see what he did. What?s more amusing is that I have?at least 10 holes from doing that. And I cut myself on the chest?5 times because of trying to do that.

Meh, all in all?I don?t look like the Vegeta-ish person. If you look at my history, I?m more of a strategic, thinker person. However?that has started to change. I?m concentrating more on physicals right now in my real life, and I?ve turned to a more military way of life. (Actually, I?ve been doing 5 mile jogs for 3 mornings now?)

Basically?I?m currently the?opposite of Vegeta?and after writing this, I don?t even know why I think it?d fit?because it doesn?t really?Maybe it?s my mind who wants me to think it?d fit, but?I dunno?Even so, if I were to be picked, I?d be sure to keep him on track going in the right direction, and maybe fix my real life to coordinate with his too?

[Hellfighter 17]

Obviously I don't have the drive for this, however much I wish I did.

Sorry for wasting yer time, Vegeta.

[Banned Dana]

Good luck everyone. =D

[OldYamcha]

G'luck y'all...

Actually, who exactly is participating. I think me, Pic and Pan? Who else?

[Saz]

Bardock. G'luck everyone, IMO any of you 4 will do Vegeta justice.

[Toshiro]

Sorry I haven't gotten around to doing the last two tasks... I've jsut not had the energy to do the RP, and as for the other thing.. I just dunno what to put -.-;;

[Kirano]

Originally posted by Sazuaa
G'luck everyone.

Well, I shouldn't really say luck.

[Banned Dana]

Originally posted by Pan
The build up is killing me. I'm looking over my previous stuff and I'm like, "Wow, that really wasn't the top of my game." And then I read some of the others, "Jesus, that was amazing. What chance do I have against that?"

But, it could just be my anticipation of the winner that's bugging me.
Man, add that to about five papers I have to write for my English class within the next few weeks and you have yourself a genuine stress frenzy. =o

I'm right there with you. =D

[OldYamcha]

Originally posted by Piccolo

Originally posted by Pan
The build up is killing me. I'm looking over my previous stuff and I'm like, "Wow, that really wasn't the top of my game." And then I read some of the others, "Jesus, that was amazing. What chance do I have against that?"

But, it could just be my anticipation of the winner that's bugging me.
Man, add that to about five papers I have to write for my English class within the next few weeks and you have yourself a genuine stress frenzy. =o

I'm right there with you. =D

Me too... =D

[Sammah]

Alright, sorry I haven't been around, shit's been goin down at work which may cause my ass to get in trouble for something I didn't do, and get demoted, pfft, whatever.

Somebody Lock this thread please.

I'll post a new thread announcing the new Vegeta in a few days.