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DBZ Legends; Retsof-Darr, set before and during Saiyan saga
Topic Started: May 7 2012, 08:19 PM (2,194 Views)
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New Blood
PART 2 of 7
Chapter 12: Prison
Chapter 13: Abominations
Chapter 14: Sparring
Chapter 15: Changes
Chapter 16: Levitating
Chapter 17: Destroy what you create
** Edited new chapters to come in here**

Chapter: Enemy in sight…
Chapter: Challenge

Chapter 12: Prisons

‘FRUYA!!’ Zorn cried out. He sat bolt up right on his bed.

The former King Vegetas advisor sat up in his cell, his eyes adjusting to the gloom as quickly as the nightmare passed before his eyes. He could still see her face, the look in her eyes, the heat of the flames. He breathed out heavily, his breathing ragged, slowly he calmed down, he rested his arms on his knees leaning forward, clasping his hands over his head.

Fourteen years!
Fourteen years and still he relived the horrors of that event nearly every night. The darkness in his cell surrounded him as he brooded over the recurring dream about the death of his sister Fruya, shame burned him and regret haunted him.

Fruya.
He thought of her name, the nightmares cursed and blessed him with her memory, he would never forget her, the strong Bekka, crafty Evencha or the others.
All had died while he lived. To his knowledge only himself and the six teenager saiyans where the last of the Saiyans. Could others had survived planet Vegetas destruction?
His mind wandered as his body relaxed, the last of the Saiyans, once the mightiest race in the known cosmos, killed over a legend...

Brooding and his thoughts grim Zorns mind turned to thinking about his nieces an nephews. He hadn’t seen them for a few years now, not since the accident. Many lives had been lost that night. Now the Darrian people deeply feared them, Zorn was hidden kept under lock an key. His nephews and nieces where taken into the care of Prime 3 scientists again.
Again... after the desctuction of Piscon city, some 4 years previous... They had learned of events that he had lied to them about, he'd tried to turn things around, to protect them. Things got out of control, he had been forced to take them down with Captain Dess and his troops.

In a day or so he was going to be reunited with them. His thoughts brightened, giving him hope, something to hold onto, he was the last of their kin even if they hated him for it.

Dess wanted Zorn to aid in their training, advance their abilities, mould them into warriors.

Zorn would always be there for them, he would never say no. Taking whatever angst they had towards him on the chin.
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Chapter 13: Abominations

The red centaurs grin split his face open, black horns shining on either side of his head, his eyes gleaming, his bloodthirsty nature consuming him, he roared as he charged at the towering monstrous thirty foot beast.

The beast was a monster taken into captivity from the nether regions, from the molten lava planes of the planet that covered the south pole where the gravity increased to twenty times normal. A sparring partner, its body was plated in naturally thick tough bone. It reared its great spiked head screeching back, bellowing its challenge as the tiny figure raced towards it.

The red centaur sped up, bright purple light emanating from his body. Leaving a trail of energy behind him as his four blue legs bounded over the earth, clawed feet tearing up chunks of rock.
Within a second he cleared a hundred metres in a purple flash of lighting, the bony thirty foot beast reared back in fear preparing to attack with its scything talons.

Monitoring cameras struggled to watch keep up with Regoles speed, dotted all over the room they transmitted their images to a tower that sat in a region of safety from the combat.

‘Regole is performing very well. Its strength is always increasing, already it is the strongest being on the planet, possibly in this sector of the galaxy and is the most successful subject we have created to date. The sand beasts will pose no problem for him,’ a figure with a deep gravely voice commented to his other two peers as all three watched Regole through the viewing screen from the safety of their platform inside the tower.

The giant thirty foot beast groaned then toppled, its upper and lower body separated in half, red blood gushing, flooding the arena as its entrails spilled out. Another Sand beast burst out of the ground and swiped a scything arm at Regole. The red hybrid centaur simply leapt over the wild slash and raked his hand down its bony plated abdomen, fingers easily penetrating its rock hard hide like a hot knife through butter, ripping out its innards.

‘Yes indeed Graakorr,’ came Vago-Primes reply to Graakorrs right, a creature who was sleeker in build. The screen flickering as Regoles body glowed a powerful deep purple, angrily ripping off the second beasts head, bashing in the skull of third ambushing monster with the decapitated skull.
‘Regole is the most successful subject in terms of strength but what of its mental stability. I fear that we have created a creature that is not only very powerful and intelligent by any Darrian or Saiyan standards but is also very much insane. A constant theme in all of our previous experiments.’

The Prime 3 scientists nodded in agreement.
On the screen Regole laughed, swinging the decapitated second beasts head away from himself, bursting as it cannoned into the steel wall.

Leaping into the stunned third beasts massive throat, disappearing down its gullet, it screeched in anguish its rocky abdomen cracking apart, before Regole erupted out of its gut. Shards of bone and flesh spraying across the arena floor, he was grasping a large pulsating, beating organ in his bloody hand.
Regole gleefully tore a chunk out of the heart in a single bite before maniacally tearing into more of the giant monsters as they fearfully attacked him, scything arms sweeping forward, futilely.
Regole had no fear, leaping high into the air as he whipped his horned head round, stabbing an armoured beast in the eye, his black mane of hair that flowed down his back was matted, thick with gore.
Regole revelled in the destruction, enjoying himself immensely, crushing a beasts head with a great clap of his strong hands, feeling its skull burst and shatter as the squishy pink brain sprayed out, it was so easy to him.

‘Regole is a failed experiment! Fourteen years we have been trying to manipulate the Saiyan and Darrian genes to create a super-soldier. Every experiment has shown the same result. Insanity. We have no control over what the experiment does and cant even predict how it will act. It could turn on us on a whim. Such a weapon is useless if we cannot control it, Regole is too dangerous,’ Bargruss added, the largest of the three.

‘The only result is to terminate the experiment, this one like all the others is a failure. It is far too powerful to try and lock it away to run other tests on. Further measures should be carried out to deal with it.’

The red centaur hybrid pushed off his mighty legs, leaping in the air high above the remaining huddled thirty foot bone covered monsters. Building power in his hands grinning as two energy orbs collected on his palms, a surge of energy surging from the core of his being. Purple electric energy sparks crackled across his arms, intensifying as he launched a powerful beam of destructive power into Sand beasts.

Regoles eyes shimmered with joy as the beam vaporised the first creature, he could feel it body crumble and dissolve, the beam spreading out consuming the rest of the screaming creatures in the attack, shattering their tough bones into dust in a flash.
Black husks were all that remained of the beasts and Regole chuckled. Slowly he began to frown. Always he felt empty once the carnage had stopped.

Their was never enough.
It was always too easy.
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Chapter 14: Sparring

Zorn watched with interest as the two combatants ‘sparred’ competitively. Lightly green skinned with dark blue-hair the siblings ‘sparred’ with great intensity.

The male was strong; solid, devastating and determined.
His sister was faster and sharper landing more combinations and escaping before any damage could be returned; lithe, sleek and beautiful.

Frustrating her brother.

Zorn was amazed at the ability of these youngsters, glancing over at the centaur Darrians Commander, Dess, who also watched with keen interest, his emerald scouter bleeping as it downloaded information. The jade skinned warriors attacking with great speed and power that rumbled the sparring arenas building they where in.

Ciera leapt above her brother with firm legs, kicking her foot into the back of his skull before she landed lightly on the balls of her feet behind him. Khoen losing his balance fell forward, he put out his arms, fingers digging into the dirt and flipped forward twisting in the air to face his smiling sister as her elbow point cracked off his cheek. The skin split blood pouring down his face, stumbling back he landed on his rump, Ciera sweeping his feet out from under him with a swift kick to the back of his legs.
Their four cousins cheered from outside the sparring arena, shouting out encouragement, egging the twins on; Lucien, Rains, Chico and Shanna.

‘You done yet Koee?’ Ciera sweetly asked her twin brother, affectionately calling him by his pet name that she knew he hated, tilting her head to the side in a mocking way, fluttering her lashes. The look on his face was priceless. She stepped on his chest pushing him hard onto his back, applying weight onto her front leg making him squirm with discomfort. ‘Want some more… Koee?’

Khoen grunted, cursing back at Ciera as he slapped her foot off his chest leaping forward, snarling in frustration. Smiling, Ciera somersaulted backwards in the air her opposite foot catching him on the jaw, Khoen right fist sloppily passing by her head. Carrying him into the air with her backwards somersault kick she snapped out her other leg into his chest launching her brother behind her, tearing his shirt.

Khoen landed head first into the ground. Khoens popped his face out of the dirt, he spat clods of muck from his mouth and turned to face his sister again, charging her, his eyes blazing his simian tail falling out from under his torn blue shirt belt.

Zorn looked at Dess sharply upon seeing the simian tail. The one thing that distinguished them as saiyans, this appendage was the part of them that remained the same, untouched by gene manipulation. He assumed that all of the six youngsters simian tails had grown back since the incident four years ago.
Dess uttered to him quietly that they where safe inside the this private training arena, things would be explained later, now to just pay attention to the pair as they sparred.

Ciera gave a ruthful smile at her twin as he charged his tail twisting and turning behind him.
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Chapter 15: Changes

Ciera was on the back foot edging away from her twin brothers constant pressuring attacks, wild hooks sailing past her head or just brushing past her cheeks. She slapped his hands down when his fists came too close, parrying his attacks, she was desperately tired. Khoens eyes where black and blue, his cut cheek bone, leaking bright blood, his training suit torn, jaw swollen, he wouldn’t give up, he showed no visible signs of fatigue.

‘Silly boy- huff-huff- too slow-huff- little Khoee!’ Ciera taunted her twin, taking in great gulps of air as his attacks missed, he growled in frustration, muscles clearly tensing in his shoulders.

Ciera timed her next move just avoiding his wild right hook, slipping under his attack and stepping to her left, Khoens right side was exposed. She snapped in two body kicks in quick succession to his ribs, stunned and momentarily winded Khoen fell forward. Ciera slipped both her arms under his, reaching round to the back of his head, yanking him upright, firmly clasping her hands to the base of his skull, hooking her right leg behind his.

Khoen was off balance and powerless for a moment it was all she needed. Ciera jerked her arms forward in a swift motion, lifting his leg out from under him .
Khoen cried out in surprise, all his weight falling down, Ciera on his back. His face slammed forward, cannoning into the floor with an audibly sickening crack.

The jade pigmented, wild blue haired twins had been sparring intensely for ten minutes, carefully being watched by their four cousins with Dess and Zorn.
Khoen grunted, his muscles in his arms bunching up as he suddenly pushed his body off the ground, leaning back, Ciera having pinned her twin did not expect the manoeuvre and was slammed hard onto her back, still gripping Khoens head. A whoosh of air escaped her lungs, her gripped remained, Khoen scrambled, snarling now, Ciera changed her hold and wrapped her arms round his neck, attempting to submit her strong twin, trying to cut off his air supply.

Upon command to stop from Dess, Ciera removed her lock on Khoens throat stood up and brushed herself down, she was unmarked. Khoen growled jumping up right, shaking his head like a dog, his left eye swollen like a ball, blood pouring out of nose. Khoen turned to Ciera and they bowed to each other respectfully.
Ciera panting, sweat dripping down her forehead cheekily smiling at her twin, her bright smile beaming out from her jade coloured face. Khoens face bared no reaction, except for his remaining open eye which shone with humour from under his over hanging blue hair.

‘Ciera very good fast attacks with precision and timing, you need to work on your stamina though. Khoen you should know better than to allow yourself to be goaded into anger by nothing more than silly words, still as always you don’t complain and soldier on. Always the fighter with heart,’ Dess commented praising both saiyan youngsters. The cut still bled on Khoen face from the elbow Ciera smashed into his cheek, red blood slowly streaming down his jade coloured face, he stood with his back straight, purple bruising showing over either eye, his left closed completely.

Nor he or Ciera moved until they where dismissed.

‘Khoen we will see to hiding your tail better, cant risk scaring the people now can we? Zorn will help with any injuries you may have. Dismissed!’

Zorn entered the arena, approaching both Ciera and Khoen to pass on refreshments. Ceira upon seeing her uncle approach backed off, her muscles tensing, her face betraying her feelings. Zorn sighed as she grimaced, her eyes burned with fury, she walked past him, easily snatching a towel and water bottle from his outstretched arm, purposely knocking her shoulder into his abdomen. Zorn was surprised at her speed but chose to ignore the disrespectful move.
Things would take time for them to accept him again, at least as an authority figure .

Khoen looked after his sister as she joined the other four, shaking his head slightly at her feelings towards their uncle.
Zorn slowly approached Khoen expecting the same reaction, Khoen did not move and looked Zorn square in the eye and smiled knowingly, wincing as his cut cheek leaked fresh blood. Zorn relaxed, feeling relieved as he handed Khoen a bottle to drink, handing him a towel to dab at his damaged cheek.

‘You’ve all changed, not just your appearance but… you’ve all grown up a lot,’ Zorn said wanting to connect to his nephew, offering a some freezing ice wrapped in a bag for Khoens swollen left eye.

‘It has been a few years since you last saw us, eh?’ Khoen said grateful for the refreshment, scratching his head, brushing his thick blue hair from his eyes, wincing again as he grazed his swollen face. ‘…The others still hate you I think… Im happy to see you though, I know what you did was necessary, accidents happen. Kinda tricky to convince them though, huh? Haha, hey I nearly forgot what Saiyans used to look like before the accident... It is good to see you uncle Zorn,’

Zorn felt grateful, feeling some kind of accomplishment if at least one of them didn’t hold him entirely responsible, an understanding of respect passed between them.
Zorn had never been much of a fighter, his talent was with his mind, his wit and reflexes with a ship. Still he was a saiyan and understood the mind and heart of fighters, he had learned many techniques in his time that he could teach to these youngsters. Not just the basics but powerful attacks that where weak in his hands but would be deadly in theirs.

‘I know they blame me, they hate me but they will need my help. You all will if you wish to learn how to use your power for energy blasts and even learn how to fly. In combat against other races of the galaxy under Friezas command these fighting abilities will give you an edge and as saiyans warriors you will learn these quickly. I’m a patient man, its been four years… cant get over how just much you’ve all grown and changed,’ Zorn said.

Zorn was struck by how unfazed Khoen seemed to be after sparring with his sister. Khoen had taken a beating and had the marks to show for it but he didn’t appear to be tired or even really hurt, Ciera was unhurt, spotless, yet she was breathing hard; Khoen hadn’t broken a sweat. ‘Tell me Khoen, where you holding back with your sister? I think you where, Ciera dished out a lot of punishment but your not really hurt are you?’

‘Khoen! Go with your sister and get yourselves cleaned up, you can talk with your uncle Zorn later!’ Dess firmly spoke to Khoen, watching them from outside the sparring arena, arms folded, emerald scouter bleeping.

Khoen bowed in respect to Dess’s command. Khoen grinned at Zorn, not answering his question just saying thanks before running off to join his sister with their cousins, the icepack pressed firmly to his swollen left eye.

Zorn watched Khoen joking and jesting with his cousins who teased him about the beating Ciera had given him. Ciera glared over at Zorn who simply held her gaze, not challenging her just showing that he was only curious and meant no harm. He would be patient. Patience was a virtue Zorn would need to gain their trust again, Khoen pulled the glaring Ciera away, embracing her into a bear hug, giving a brief nod of understanding to Zorn.

Zorn had a lot to catch up on and wanted to know more about them since he had last seen them that night four years ago. He approached the stoic Darrian centaur General, Dess, with a hundred questions on his mind.
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Art prevails!

nice bro keep it up
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Chapter 16: Levitating

The yellow open grasslands plains stretched on for miles in any direction, on the horizon in the west, mountain peaks covered in large trees stretched up the clouds, to the south the city of Sagitan, one of the ten major cities on Retsof-Darr Prime shone in the brilliant sunlight of the early dawn.

Here the six saiyan youngsters; Lucian, Rains, Chico, Shanna and Ciera and Khoen, could train at peace, away from prying eyes and devious minds of the mixed raced populace on the planet.

Zorn was levitating in the air, floating some seven feet off the ground. He was teaching them the basics of levitation, how to use their energy lift themselves, to place it under their bodies, under their feet, like an invisible cushion.

It was done with varying degrees of success, more often with comical results.

Lucian, tall, broad of shoulder with his hair mohawked in a style similar to Dess, was strongest applied too much power, launching himself blazing into the sky before falling back down, landing heavily on his rump.
The others began to laugh, till Lucian glared at them, they would go quiet but still smirk to themselves till Zico giggled a little, they all burst out laughing again. Lucians glaring face turned into a smile at the infectious jolly sound, grinning as well.

‘And that… is the result if you don’t control your power. Strength isn’t everything on this exercise, control is the key here,’ Zorn sighed, commenting as the groaning Lucian stood up, rubbing his bruised backside, his ego also just as bruised.

Petite, bushy haired Shanna, was the weakest of six but had an amazing control of her power. She easily grasped the method and slowly, gently floated into the air, shaking a little and nearly losing her posture when the others ‘Ooed’ in awe, her cheeks blushed crimson under her jade skin, feeling a little self-conscious under their attention.

The others took note of her example and followed suit, being calm and taking their time, slowly applying their power. Zorn clapped his hands, pleased at their improvement, praising them all, only Khoen responded with a thanks for the acknowledgment, the others remained silent and cold.

Zorn acknowledged this reaction, as long as they learned what he had to teach them then so be it. Either way they where ready for the next phase.
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